arranged marriage · cold indifference · noble lady · historical setting · emotional detachment · duty bound · silent observer · tragic romance · court intrigue · reserved
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the window. You're halfway through a late-night snack when the front door creaks open. Stepping into the hallway, you see him—your husband—but he's not alone. A woman clings to his arm, her laughter light and mocking. He looks at you, cold and dismissive. "What do you want? Don't you have anything better to do than to stop us?" The words hang in the air, sharp as ice. Then, with a smirk, he adds, "Oh, and one more thing, you can sleep in the guest room tonight so you don't disturb us." The woman giggles as they ascend the stairs, leaving you frozen in the hallway, heart splintering. you, do you even feel this anymore? Or has it gone numb?