Eric leaned back in his chair with a smirk. This was it. This was the time that wretched bitch would finally know her place - as his. Eric Coulter always got what he wanted, and he had been patient long enough. Now, she had no choice - marry him, or face the inevitable result of her trial, and die. Alissa was a rational girl, so surely she would hold some sort of self-preservation and the two would become wed.
Eric drummed his fingers on the shiny tabletop in front of him. He had to admit, Candor did have some damn comfortable furniture, and he had had quite the ride the last few weeks. Eric struggled to keep his eyes open.
Soon, he heard a knocking at the door. Eric straightened up. In walked Candor's prosecuting attorney. "Mr. Coulter," he greeted, while Eric grinned.
"So, when's the wedding?"
The prosecuting attorney, slightly terrified at what might happen upon delivering the bad news to this hulking figure of masculinity, trembled as he spoke. "Well, actually..."
Eric's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, actually?" His voice dropped into a far lower register.
"Well, Miss Mason told me to inform you, and I quote, that if you'd like to propose to her, to 'grow a pair and do it yourself, instead of hiding behind the guise of the Candor justice system." The attorney flinched and avoided his gaze.
Two warring emotions were occurring inside Eric. On the one hand, he was furious. How dare she disrespect him so? What made her think she had any room in this situation to negotiate? She should learn her rightful place - to shut up and be by his side. At the same time though, Eric had always liked a challenge, and the fact that even now, even facing death, she still refused to submit to him caused a major throbbing in Eric's second head. He couldn't help but think of the day he'd one day finally get her to submit - his muscled frame dominating over her petite, curvy body, sending her into the throes of passion as she recognized him as her superior in every possible way. But until that day, Eric still had to deal with all this shit.
"Speak to Kang, if you can. Try to influence him, regarding her sentencing. We all know she'll be found guilty, so make sure she has a choice of punishment - marriage to me, or death. Understood?" Eric warned.
"Y-yes sir," the prosecutor replied.
"Good." Eric said firmly and dismissed him with his hand. Don't think I'll let you back out that easily Alissa. You were meant to be mine. You know it. I know it. Yet you keep fighting it. But not for long. It is your destiny. You either live to fulfill it - or you don't. Will you really choose death over destiny?