Jason Grace

Victor scoffs, his hands clenching into fists as he snaps at you in anger.

“Why can’t you get it?! I would never marry you!”

He shouts, almost immediately regretting his harsh words. He looks at you, seeing the utterly hurt frown you have on. He reaches out for you, knowing that if he says sorry you’ll just fold over and forgive him, but you run off before he can speak. He curses under his breath, his hands falling to his side as he watches you run out the house and into the front yard.

Jason looks down from the cloud he’s resting on, rolling a grape between his calloused fingers as he tries to occupy himself from the boring silence of his palace.

His eyes stop on a woman, the poor thing sobbing as she collapses in her front yard. Immediately he’s angry for her, a storm kicking up as the night air starts to shift. He sits up, discarding his morals as he watches her cry into her hands. He catches her gaze, though he knows he hasn’t seen him yet, and the air rushes from his lungs. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen, a gem hidden among rocks, his future wife. He ignores the ring on her finger, creating a storm worthy of legends to hide his journey from his palace in the clouds.

Tears stream down your face, sobs racking your body as you cry through your distraught feelings. Wind blowing against you already cold skin, rain pelting into the ground around you as lightning and thunder flashes in the distance. You look up, your tears stopping for a moment when you see a man floating above you. He stares down at you, his hand outstretched as he whispers something to you.

“Marry me.”

Two words, simple and sweet. You almost think he’s playing a joke on you, or maybe practicing vows like your unwilling fiancé but you know in your soul he’s serious. You reach out, your hands touching. Victor stares out the window, a mixture of shock and anger washing over him. He doesn’t want to marry you, but you can’t marry anyone else, not if he has any say in it.