"Why King Irron, it seems pointless for us to get wound up when we aren't able to do anything about it until after the wedding," she said quietly, making sure her voice was amiable instead of venomous.

Sitting facing the opposite direction, he slides his left arm around her waist, drawing her close to him. As he leans in for a kiss, he purrs to her, "Come, love...no one will think less of us if we were to have a little fun."

As he leans into her, Namora has no choice but to lean backwards to get away from him. He continues to follow her, forcing her down onto her...