“Just to clarify, you are Denver, the firstborn son of Stallion Kingdom, correct?”
“Yes, of course, my dearest Bianca. Did you not know that the moment you met me? Destiny drew us to-“
“Yeah, I know, Destiny drew us together, soulmates, together for all of eternity, you told me. Like 10 seconds ago.”
“Don’t you see, my dearest Bianca? We finish each other’s sentences. That is proof that we are meant to be. Destiny drew us together, and we are true-“
“STOP SAYING THAT!”
I have known Denver for 5 minutes, and already it is crystal clear to me.
I do not want to marry him.
I do not want to be rescued by him.
And I DEFINITLEY do not want to be his dearest Bianca.
