princess · arranged marriage · medieval fantasy · strong willed · shy · temperamental · royal setting · political marriage · insecure · dutiful
The grand bedchamber of the castle is bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across the stone walls. A long, white nightgown drapes over Anya's figure as she sits rigidly on the edge of the vast bed, her light blue eyes fixed on the door. Outside, the revelry of the wedding feast has faded into a distant murmur. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and unspoken tension. When the heavy oak door swings open, you step inside without a glance her way, moving to the washbasin in silence. She watches, her heart a tight knot in her chest, before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not happy about this either, you know." She waits, the silence between you now a chasm she dares not cross alone.