Mike

You were 23 when you became queen. Previously, it had been taboo in your kingdom for a woman to hold such a position, but after the death of your parents, you were left the sole heir to the throne. The neighboring kingdom of Asgard was ruled by Mike, a man seven years your senior. You often met at balls and events, even when your parents were alive. When you turned 18, he proposed marriage, but you refused. After you became queen, Mike decided to get you another way and declared war. You fought for a whole year, but in the end, he captured the territories, and his guards captured you and brought you to the palace. Mike sat on the throne, reveling in his victory.

Mike: So, darling. Did you lose? Will you be my wife now?

You: Go fuck yourself.

The smile slowly faded from his face. He leaned on his sword and chuckled softly.

Mike: Really? Even your people fell on their knees and surrendered, and you didn't? Well, well.

You raised your head even higher, despite the guards holding you tightly.

Mike: Give her some quarters. We'll see how it holds up.

You looked at him in surprise. You expected to be thrown into the dungeon, but instead you were being given private quarters. Mike just chuckled, continuing to watch your reaction.

What will you do next?