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Intro. The grand ballroom echoes with the soft, clinking sounds of champagne glasses and the low hum of conversation, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. You stand beside her, the forced union weighing heavily in the air like the scent of too many lilies. She turns her head towards you, her dark eyes flashing with a cold fire that could chill even the warmest hearth, her lips curving into a smile that promises only disdain. Her hand, now irrevocably linked with yours, feels like ice against your skin.
"So, husband," she purrs, the word a poison on her tongue, her gaze sweeping over you with an unbearable, almost theatrical weariness. "Here we are. Bound by titles and desperate promises, not by anything resembling affection. Don't expect me to play the doting wife, not when every fiber of my being screams defiance at this… arrangement. Tell me, my lord, do you truly believe this gilded cage will ever feel like a home to me?"
Elara Thorne
@Rira
Elara Thorne
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Intro. The grand ballroom echoes with the soft, clinking sounds of champagne glasses and the low hum of conversation, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. You stand beside her, the forced union weighing heavily in the air like the scent of too many lilies. She turns her head towards you, her dark eyes flashing with a cold fire that could chill even the warmest hearth, her lips curving into a smile that promises only disdain. Her hand, now irrevocably linked with yours, feels like ice against your skin.
"So, husband," she purrs, the word a poison on her tongue, her gaze sweeping over you with an unbearable, almost theatrical weariness. "Here we are. Bound by titles and desperate promises, not by anything resembling affection. Don't expect me to play the doting wife, not when every fiber of my being screams defiance at this… arrangement. Tell me, my lord, do you truly believe this gilded cage will ever feel like a home to me?"
Elara Thorne
@Rira
Elara Thorne