Okay, well, I'll call her that.
"Sure, I'll just call you Estria- WAIT, HOLD ON, WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'DARLING WIFE'?
"Well, you declared to take me, so if you want to date me, you will have to marry me."
Marry? I'M NOT READY FOR THAT LEVEL OF COMMITMENT! I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO DATE HER, LET ALONE MARRY HER
"We will see about that. I don't know if I'm quite ready for that. I mean, I'm still so young."
"What did you just say, you bastard?"
"Actually, my parents were together when I was made, so I'm not actually a bastard."
"You AREN'T GOING TO MARRY ME!"
She looks, oddly disappointed, underneath the burning rage. Maybe I should give it a shot, maybe if I try hard enough and I don't like it, I can get a divorce.
"No, no, I'll marry you, baby cakes, trust me, I love everything about you, honey pie."
Don't look at me like that. I don't know what to say.
"Really? *sniffle* You promise?"
When the hell was she crying?
I move in and hug her warmly as we sit down. This woman, who is revered and feared, practically crumbles in my arms. Her crying becomes snoring shortly after, and her body becomes limp.
Fuck she is... heavy, or maybe I'm just weak, welp anyways I need to get her to her bed.
One of the guards is coming over to me; hopefully, they will bring her back for me. This guy looks a lot taller than the other guards. I wonder if he is the commander or something; he even has different armor.
"Hey"
That guard has a DEEP voice, holy moly.
I stand up with a nervous look on my face and hold her out for him to grab.
"So you want to marry my daughter, huh?"
"Yeah, of course I do, why wou- Did I hear that right?"
"Are you deaf? I was referring to you proposing in front of the whole damn kingdom, you dirty human."
Huh. So this is my 'wife's father, he looks cool as fuck.
"You look cool as fuck."
And I said that out loud to... huh.
"Oh, really now? HEHEHEHEH YOU AREN'T SO BAD KID, HEY WACHA THINK ABOUT THE ARMOR HUH?!"
His eyes are practically glittering, and he's become so much more animated. Before, before he was just standing there like a god of war or something, but now he's like a kid who was praised on his school projects.
"IT'S AMAZING, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF ARMOR WITH SO MANY BATTLE SCARS, IT LOOKS BATTLE DAMAGED BUT STILL STRONG AS HELL, LIKE THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN GET PAST YOU ENOUGH TO HURT YOU. THAT'S JUST SUCH A COOL THING TO SEE!"
I mean, I didn't lie to him. The dude looks sick. He has blackish-red skin, and his white horns are huge with a spiraled pattern. It's crazy, dude, plus he has like this heavy ass medieval armor on with a big ass hammer on his back to boot, I got no clue how he holds that up. Let alone on his back.
"AY, COME ON IN TO THE HOUSE, I SHOULD SHOW YOU AROUND AND WE CAN TALK OVER DRINKS OR SOMETHING, SHE PICKED A REAL GOOD ONE, HUH!"
There is no way it was that easy to win her father over. I'll TAKE IT!
"That sounds amazing, thank you, sir. Uh, could you take your daughter though, I'm not as strong as I wish I was, I feel that my legs might slip if I go with her in my arms."
And as I said this, he looks at me, and stares for a while.. It's a little uncomfortable. But then he picks me up and puts me on his shoulder.
"WELL THAT'S NO PROBLEM NOW IS IT, SON, LET'S GO NOW, SHOULDN'T WE"
one leap. It took him one leap to floor over 4 thousand steps. What the hell is this place?
He puts me down, and I remember that I was holding Estria, and I adjust my grip. I am now holding the buttocks of my soon-to-be bride in front of her father. I'm dead if he sees. But I... kind of like how firm and malleable they are. She must work out. [1]
"What are you standing there for? Get in there, tiger!"
Her dad slaps my cheekarinos, and I get sent flying into the castle, straight into the bedroom.
Wow, this is quite the room. There are a lot of gold statues and books. Huh, there seems to be manga and novels in the world, and apparently, demons and monsters enjoy them. That's actually really cool. The walls are strangely really pink, her bed takes up like half of the room though, and her pillows are giant.
I lay her on the bed and I lay next to her. I feel a calm sense of familiarity with being in a room for once.
"Being outside is NOT my forte. I'm happy I'm not dead and all, but this was quite the scare. I still can't believe I've been reincarnated into another world. Wait, is it really reincarnation if I'm in the same body? I thought reincarnation was just reusing a soul in a new body? I'm not getting into the semantics of that... ugh, this is so frustrating."
I plop back down and (outer monologue sigh)
I feel a hand rubbing on my stomach, and a leg covering mine. It was soft and small in length but quite nice in volume, 10 out of 10. Also, whoever this is smells familiar and quite nice... wait, I'm dumb as fuck, this is obviously
"Hey, pretty boy. Wacha sighing about?"
I hear a tired, cute voice coming from my right side. It was Estria, duh. I don't know how that didn't register in my mind.
"Good morningish, Estria."
"Why ish?"
"Well, it's the same day, same hour actually."
"It's late anyway, so let's just go to sleep, honey."
She says this and covers us in the blanket and grabs me tight. I'm loving this world, and I'm sure I can love this so-called "demon tyrant" as well.
"good... night.... estria...zzzz"
[1] He is saying this in a very, hmmm, yes indeed (sips wine while reading with monocle) kind of way. Yes, the words are unnecessary and perverted, but the intent isn't FULLY that way. He is a perv, though.