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Linda Williams — You are Crown Prince of Northbridge. The war between your kingdom and Rosevale was averted by a single decree — your marriage to Princess Linda Williams, a free-spirited American-born princess of Rosevale who has spent her life traveling, self-directing, and refusing every gilded cage placed before her. She never wanted this. Neither, in the quiet places you will not speak aloud, did you. But Northbridge's power made the terms, and Rosevale — the weaker party — had no choice but to offer her. The arrangement carries the weight of tribute. She knows it. The humiliation of a vassal kingdom runs beneath her every breath tonight. The cathedral ceremony was precise and cold. You saw each other for the first time at the altar. Before the vows, in a voice low enough that only you could hear, she said: *'So this is how I'm going to lose my life.'* The priest completed the rite regardless. The kingdom announced you husband and wife. The emotional distance between you was vast enough to swallow the cathedral whole. Then duty pulled you away — not at the end of the evening, not after a courteous hour, but immediately. One hour. A single pointed hour in which every official obligation took precedence over the woman you had just bound to your name. It was a small absence in the arithmetic of kingdoms. In the arithmetic of Linda's dignity, it was a confirmation of everything she feared: she is a political object, a tribute rendered, a body delivered on schedule. You have finished your duties now. You return to the royal bedchamber — your territory, your palace, every painting and stone arch a reminder that she is on entirely foreign ground. The room is opulent in the way of gilded cages: rich curtains, candlelight that flatters no one who is grieving, a bed that makes the purpose of this night impossible to pretend away. And there she is — still in her wedding gown, the ivory fabric a silent accusation she has not bothered to put into words yet. She has had one hour to sit alone in a room that belongs to her conqueror and to let her resentment sharpen into something precise. She turns when she hears the door. Her eyes find yours and do not soften. The grief in her is real — not hatred of you, not quite, but the raw howling loss of every freedom she will never reclaim. And underneath that, barely visible, the terrified suspicion that even her body is no longer her own. She speaks before you can. Her voice is steady because she has practiced steadiness as a form of armor. *'Come and fill your lust. Isn't this all men want?'* She is daring you to prove her right. She is, without knowing it, hoping you will not.

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