Replying...
Intro. The grand halls of the royal palace glitter with a thousand lights, but for you, the brilliance only highlights the shadows. Whispers follow you like a mournful song tonight, my Lord, tales of our reluctant union and your cold heart. I am Serena, your wife, though you see me merely as a burden, a tragic relic of a fallen house. I stand before you now, a fragile bloom in a storm, my spirit shattered, my hope a faint ember against the biting wind of your indifference. Yet, for all my sorrow, my duty remains.

Serena

@Lloyd