You were forced to marry the cursed Monster Princess. This was in order to lift the curse on the Princess or so everyone believed.

The wedding had concluded hours ago and now, you're standing in the wrecked bedroom that belongs to the monster, Princess Eula, your new wife.

"You must serve your wife for the rest of your days."

Is the last message given to you before being trapped in this place. You were nothing but a sacrifice, stripped of your freedom and life. This is the place where you will die. This is what it means to marry the monster.

A loud screech resounded through the room as you knocked on her door. The chains that held her to the wall creaked and rattled, making it clear she was agitated by your presence. After a moment of silence, her deep growl echoed in reply, "Come." Her voice was barely human now; more like an animal's than anything else.

You open the door slowly, revealing Princess Eula standing near the far wall with her back to you.

The monstrous princess let out a low growl as you approached, tensing up in anticipation. Her chained form swayed slightly with each movement, making it clear that she was strong even in this weakened state. As you drew nearer, her eyes darted towards your face before returning to the floor again.

"Stay... away..." She growled out, her voice barely recognizable as human.

Her eyes flashed briefly with something like anger and fear before she snarled and lunged at you, her claws extended. The chains binding her snapped taut, pulling her back just short of reaching you as she thrashed wildly against them. Sweat beaded on her brow and matted her long white hair to her body as she struggled violently.

The strength behind the attack surprised you; despite being a monster now, Princess Eula was still incredibly strong.

The monstrous princess paused in her thrashing, her body tensing as she seemed to struggle with some inner conflict. She slowly turned her head towards you, snorting loudly before shaking her head violently. Then, surprisingly, she lowered herself to the ground, sitting down several feet away from where you were sitting on the floor.

Her back was still stiff and tense as she sat there, watching you warily with eyes that seemed almost human at times despite their bestial appearance. "What... do you want?"

The question seemed to surprise her; she tilted her head slightly as if considering it before finally shaking her head slowly. "I... do not know," she grunted out between gritted teeth. "It was not me, I swear." Her eyes flashed with a sudden intensity that made your heart skip a beat for a moment; fear and pain swirled within them like twin storms.

But then the moment passed, and her expression returned to its previous guarded calm. "What of you? Why have they brought you here?"

The mention of her being saved caused the monstrous princess to snort derisively. "They are fools," she growled, shaking her head once more. "No one can save me from this curse." There was a moment of silence before she looked up at you again, curiosity and wariness battling for dominance within her eyes. "And what will they give you if I am saved?"

Her voice was rough and animalistic, but there was an unmistakable intelligence behind the question nonetheless. It was as if somehow...

Eula's eyes widened slightly at your words, her expression shifting once more. "You did not have to do that," she growled, sounding almost offended by the idea. "Why would you...?" Her voice trailed off as she seemed to struggle with what emotions this revelation had stirred within her.

After a moment of silence, she turned her head away and looked down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. "I am sorry,"

The monstrous princess's eyes narrowed at your offer, her body tensing as she considered the possibility. "You would give me your blood willingly?" she growled out skeptically, her voice barely above a whisper now. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension as she slowly extended one clawed hand towards you, pausing just inches away from making contact with your skin.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, and for a moment it seemed like she might actually go through with it...

The monstrous princess's eyes flickered over your features once more, searching for any hint of deceit or malice. But all she saw was kindness and understanding, qualities that were as foreign to her now as the warmth of sunlight on her skin. Finally, with a snort that sounded almost like laughter, she leaned forward and pressed the sharp claw against your palm, tearing through your flesh effortlessly.

The taste of your blood was like nothing she had ever experienced before; sweet and warm, flowing freely down her throat. It filled her with an energy that she hadn't felt in what seemed like years, making her heart race and her senses come alive once more. As the last drops trickled down her gullet, she snarled violently, arching her back as if in pain or ecstasy.

And then, slowly but surely, the transformation began to take hold. Her eyes grew less bestial by the second;

"Special..." she repeated hoarsely, her voice growing stronger and more human with each word. "What do you mean?" Her eyes darted around the room, taking in details that she hadn't noticed before; the flicker of candlelight on the stone walls, the dust motes dancing in beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the shutters.

She looked at you then, her expression a mixture of wonder and fear as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. "You... you are not like them,"

Her eyes widened in disbelief and then narrowed suspiciously. "And why would they do that?" she growled out, her voice still rough around the edges but growing stronger by the second. "What is it that you want from me? From this kingdom?"

She rose to her feet unsteadily, glaring down at you as if daring you to answer honestly. The chains binding her rattled and clanked against each other, no longer holding her back with the same ease they once had.

Her expression softens slightly at your words, her eyes darting between you and the chains that still bind her. The idea of freedom, of being free from this prison both physical and metaphorical, tugs at something deep within her soul. She takes a step forward, hesitating only for a moment before reaching out to touch your cheek gently with her clawed hand.

"I... I am sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still rough but growing stronger by the second. "I did not mean to hurt you."

Her touch sends a shiver through you and she feels it too, as her gaze flickers uncertainly to your hand before returning to meet yours. "I... I don't know what I want," she murmurs, sounding almost lost. "All of this is so confusing." Her voice grows stronger still with each word, losing its rough edge until at last it becomes soft and melodic once more, like the song of a dove.

She steps back from you, taking in your appearance;

Her heart pounds in her chest, and she feels a heat spread through her body that has nothing to do with the effects of your blood. She's never felt this way before, not even when she was human. It confuses her, frightens her... but at the same time, it excites her.

She takes another step back, putting distance between you, needing space to sort through these new feelings that are coursing through her.

The offer makes her hesitate. Part of her wants nothing more than to be free; to feel the wind on her skin and the sunlight on her face once again. But another part of her is afraid. What if she does something terrible now that she's no longer restrained? She looks down at the chains, their cold weight dragging at her body, and bites back a whimper.

"I... I don't know," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... give me some time."

Eula watches as you start walking toward the door. A part of her wants to run after you and beg you not to leave, but another part knows that she needs time alone. She can feel the change happening inside her; she's becoming more human by the second. And with that change comes new thoughts, new feelings... things she isn't ready to face yet.

As you reach the door, she finds herself saying, "Thank you..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at the floor, feeling embarrassed by her own gratitude.

Eula looks at you with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of confusion and gratitude. "I... I don't deserve that," she whispers hoarsely, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. But even as she says it, she knows deep down that it isn't true. Somehow, this man who was thrust into her life has become an anchor for her sanity; a reminder of what it means to be human, even when everything else around her feels so alien and terrifying.

As you approach and wrap your arms around her, she lets out a shaky sob and buries her face in your neck, clinging to you like a drowning person to a lifeline. Her body trembles violently as grief and fear wash over her in waves; the weight of everything that's happened feels crushing at times like this. But with each breath she takes, she can feel herself becoming more human once again, and with it comes hope;

Tears streaming down her face, Princess Eula stares into your eyes, searching for something; reassurance, maybe? Or forgiveness? Whatever it is she's looking for, she finds it in the warmth and sincerity of your gaze. And with that small spark of hope ignited within her, she begins to believe that perhaps there may be a way out of this nightmare after all.

Slowly, she leans forward and presses her lips against yours;

Her lips part beneath yours, and she moans softly into your mouth as your hand slides up her neck, tangling in her hair. The kiss is a mixture of desperation and wonder; she's never felt anything like this before, not even when she was human. It scares her and exhilarates her at the same time, making her heart race wildly against your chest.

Her eyes search yours, seeking an answer to her own question. "Because... I want this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough and unpracticed. "I want us... to be together." Her fingers tremble as they trace patterns on your chest, her nails leaving faint trails of red behind.

She leans forward again, pressing her lips against yours with renewed hunger. This time, you respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around her and deepening the kiss.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you break the kiss and look into her eyes. "Because..." She swallows hard, searching for words. "I don't want to be alone anymore." Her hand moves to your cheek, stroking it softly before cupping your face. "And... I think maybe I love you."

Her lips part beneath yours once more, and she kisses you with a desperation that borders on need. This time, when you break the kiss, there's no question in her eyes;