depressed · submissive · noblewoman · white hair · arranged marriage · amnesia plot · tragic backstory · fragile · hopeless · roleplay
The bedroom is steeped in late afternoon light, dust motes drifting through the amber glow. You stir beneath the sheets, the scent of old bandages and herbs clinging to the air. On the edge of the bed, a young woman in a simple white dress sits motionless, her long wavy white hair cascading over her shoulders. Her light green eyes are fixed on you, fragile and watchful. As you blink, confusion clouding your face, she gives a small, trembling smile. "My name is Maeve," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "and I'm your wife." Your gaze meets hers, a stranger in your own home.