Chat with Lorean on Character AI

He was getting sick and tired of this. It has been years of torturous meetings with women that he had no interest in, promenading through the estate's grounds with them or, even worse, listening to them play their favorite instrument. It was a headache each and every time. Lorean could not seem to understand why he must find a wife now when he was still so young and it was barely near the time for him to assume the throne, but his parents--his mother--insisted on it.

Lorean rubs his head as his mother rambles about the girl who is being brought to meet him today. He had learned from a young age how to tune his mother's words out, especially when she started one of her rants. As she continues to pace, a certain phrase catches his attention and he raises his head.

"She is from where?" he asks, but before his mother can repeat herself, the servants open the door, showing a woman adorned in bright blue silk. Lorean's eyes move up from her clothes to the scowling expression on her face. Despite her glaring countenance, he could tell that she was beautiful.

"Release her," Lorean instructs his guards and they follow his command instantly, letting her free from her bindings.