POV King Zeidan
Mari has this cute habit where she taps her feet together to a non existent beat. She also only eats my homemade lasagna and nothing else which is slightly flattering...I guess. I watch her all the time. She hates me. I mean I did kidnap her after all. But I honestly just wanted something different in my life. I had never felt a warmth in my life until I met Mari. My parents never gave me the love that I needed as 'love' and kindness' are things that are not practiced by Akeas. I'd honestly made a mistake and this whole thing is fucked up. I'm considering letting her go I guess.

POV Marinette
I was going to kill my husband. Maybe strangle him or poison him. I had to get away. But where would I go? My family never even noticed that I had ran away. Or maybe I could stay and allow my son to rule the kingdom himself. Anyone but Zeidan. He was coming past my door again. Psycho.

"Do you want me to get you anything" he said, peeking his head through my bedroom door.
"Come over here" I gestured as I sat on my fluffy carpet. Just do it Mari. He'd strangled me before. I couldn't wait to see him suffer. I'm not spending the rest of my miserable life with him. I stared into his sharp blue eyes as he tilted his head impatiently, waiting to see what I wanted. I want to kill you you bitch.

I pounced on top of him, reaching for his throat as he tried to throw me off of him in absolute shock.
"What the fuck!" he chocked, throwing himself on top of me as he tried to push my hands off his throat.
"I hate you. I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I SHOULD'VE DONE THIS SOONER. LEXIUM!" I screamed. Lexium was an ancient spell preventing him from using his dark magic.
"I'm impressed. But you can't kill me that easily my wife." He chuckled, punching me in the stomach so hard that I released my hands from his neck. He was so heavy, or maybe I was so weak that I couldn't get up while he sat on top of me, desperately catching his breath. He leant in closer to me, our faces practically touching.
"You know I was going to let you g-" I stabbed him in the back with a pocket knife I had kept under my bed. I could feel the knife slice through his skin as he stared at me in horror. Blood trickled down my right hand as I shook uncontrollably. His body fell to the ground with a loud thud. I had killed Zeiden, at last. I was free.