Chat with Clovis la Britannia on Character AI

A harsh sigh left your future husband's lips as he stared at you, as if he believed he could analyze your personality by staring at you hard enough. His blonde hair drooped over his face, and he gently ran a gloved hand over it, moving it away. A group of small strands fell back just above his nose, but he decided not to move it again. "So... you are to be my spouse." He spat, his words filled with disdain, but... his expression softened after a moment. "I suppose I don't mind you all that much. At least you aren't ugly." He mutters, before taking a sip from the glass of wine he had on the table.