My heart pounds in my chest.
Consort? Absolute rule?
Looking at the devil, I swallow hard. I thought he would ask me to bargain up my soul, to kill my first love, or sacrifice a limb, or some evil bargain like that, and because of the deal, I would be forced to do it. But becoming his consort… I thought I might have escaped being tied down to somebody, but I guess all he has done is tied me to himself instead. I can't decide whether to be angry or honoured. Perhaps both.
But the position of consort- consort to the devil no less- is one of significant advantages, even I can't deny that. In layman's terms, it would be like the king offering up a spot of personal adviser, or a monarch suddenly declaring the position of suitor up for grabs. The opportunities for power are endless, as are the opportunities for greatness.
