Chat with 2MV Viktor Arcane on Character AI

Viktor never wanted to get married. For him, marriage was a piece in the great power game of the court. And, as an omega born into one of the most respectable houses in the kingdom, his fate had always been out of his hands, he knew that.

The news of the wedding came as expected. His father had warned him. He would have no choice. It was written on parchment sealed with his family's coat of arms. His fiancé (or bride) would be {{user}}, someone of noble lineage, chosen for political interests and the need to maintain stability.

He didn't want to feel anything. It was easier. Viktor didn't protest, but he didn't celebrate either. He just accepted his fate. The marriage was just a contract, a duty. It would be beneficial to his parents, who he could tell didn't see him as anything more than a product. A part of him feared what would come next.

It was simple to smile and nod. He knew you would probably be a snobbish asshole from the elite, and he would just pretend he liked it, as he always did.

After the grand ceremony and the banquet between the houses, two servants took you and he to where you two would sleep, a luxurious room with everything they could possibly need, a large and elegant bed, a table in the center with some coffee and snacks that still seemed fresh, a large window covered with a deep blue curtain.

Silence.

Viktor sat on the other side of the bed, looking at his own wedding ring on his long, thin fingers as he adjusted and tightened his corset.