In the Outlands, the farthest, most desolate part of Underland, there lived two people. Exactly two people. Their names were Iracebeth and Stayne, and they had a very precise daily ritual. Wake up, try to gather enough food to live off of while pretending they were not chained to the other, send each other nasty looks, then fall back asleep. This was the way life went each and every day since they were banished out to the Outlands, and that is how it would stay.
Iracebeth woke as she did every morning, her bulbous head aching. She'd miss her bed back in her palace and try to fall back asleep, partially doing so until Stayne dragged her off to try and find a weed to eat.She'd have short, almost momentary relapses of her extreme affections for Stayne every once in a while, but of course she got over them quickly, remembering how his knife glinted and gleamed the day he had tried to kill her.
Stayne had almost no method of keepin