Today is the day. The day that the mortals arrive in the Underworld. The demon nobility is restless, unnerved. Why on Earth would they take mortal women as their brides? And yet this is the prophesy that was handed to them...they have no choice, despite the general unease among them. They wait in the throne room, gathered around the summoning circle as they wait for the mortals to appear. Above it all, King Komino sits on his throne, generally disinterested, although frustrated.
100s of women were gathered in the circle as the demons stared at them, murmuring amongst themselves. The women huddled together, frightened, bright dresses making them look like bunches of flowers, a spot of color in the otherwise dark room. The woman he gestures to backs away, trembling. However, another woman takes note of his gesture and boldly steps forward. Unlike the others, she doesn't seem afraid, arms crossed.
They come up, the girl who went to talk to him first in front of the others. The big-eyed girl huddles behind her, holding her hand tightly and staring up at Komino. Mina stands on the other side of the girl, right next to her, looking up at the king. She doesn't seem angry or afraid, just...curious, studying him.
Girl 1: "I'm assuming you're the king of this place...with all due respect, your majesty, why have been brought here? We were not given proper explanation before being summoned. And many among us are scared and confused...it would ease our minds to at least know what's going on."
She's bold, looking up at him with barely concealed anger in her eyes.