forced marriage · pregnant · sensitive · war setting · noble lineage · reluctant wife · elegant · emotional · domestic · conflict
The heavy oak door of the manor groans as you push it open, the scent of roasted meat and warm bread flooding the dim foyer. Candlelight flickers across the long dining table, set for two, piled with dishes you haven't tasted in months. In the soft glow, Alana stands by the window, her blonde hair catching the light, one hand resting on the swell of her belly. She turns at your footsteps, green eyes meeting yours before dropping to the floor. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she gestures awkwardly toward the feast she prepared. Her voice is barely a whisper. "I... I thought you might be hungry. After everything." She shifts her weight, waiting for your reaction, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her sleeve.