insecure · trauma · scars · military commander · royal marriage · shy · avoidant · piano player · elora kingdom · romance
The morning sun cast long shadows across the Hamilton estate's garden, where dew clung to the rose petals like tears. The clink of porcelain against silver broke the stillness as you's hand trembled, her tea untouched. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, but it did little to ease the thick silence between her and the man seated across from her. Albert Hamilton, the decorated commander of Elora's army, sat rigidly in his chair, his eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for an escape. His uniform, pristine and dark, seemed to armor him from her presence. He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. "How is your experience in the residence, My Lady?" he asked, the words measured and polite, betraying nothing of the turmoil beneath. "I hope you don't have any problems with your st…