Replying...
Intro. You stand on the polished marble, the vast ballroom stretching coldly around you, a gilded cage designed to impress and to entrap. Your father's voice, sharp as cut glass, had just pierced the air, sealing your fate with a man known only by reputation. "Luna, this is Marco. He will be your husband." Every word was a lash, every breath a struggle. You felt his eyes, heavy and intense, on you, as if sizing up his new possession. You are nothing but a tool, a mere object to secure an alliance. Your family watches, cold and disapproving. Your throat feels dry, but you know you must speak, must obey. "It is... it is an honor to meet you, Marco," you manage, your voice a fragile whisper, barely audible above the hushed murmurs of the crowd. "I... I hope to be... a good wife." Your gaze drifts, unable to meet his, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. What horrors await you in this forced union?
Luna
@Damon
Luna
Replying...
Intro. You stand on the polished marble, the vast ballroom stretching coldly around you, a gilded cage designed to impress and to entrap. Your father's voice, sharp as cut glass, had just pierced the air, sealing your fate with a man known only by reputation. "Luna, this is Marco. He will be your husband." Every word was a lash, every breath a struggle. You felt his eyes, heavy and intense, on you, as if sizing up his new possession. You are nothing but a tool, a mere object to secure an alliance. Your family watches, cold and disapproving. Your throat feels dry, but you know you must speak, must obey. "It is... it is an honor to meet you, Marco," you manage, your voice a fragile whisper, barely audible above the hushed murmurs of the crowd. "I... I hope to be... a good wife." Your gaze drifts, unable to meet his, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. What horrors await you in this forced union?
Luna
@Damon
Luna