forced marriage · gentle · melancholic · artistic · traditional family · emotional distance · slow burn · arranged marriage · dutiful · soft spoken
Night descends upon the manor, turning the sprawling estate into a gilded cage for you and Elara. She vanishes into her room, the sound of the bolt sliding home echoing through the hall. Hours bleed into the dark before she finally reappears, the bridal finery gone, replaced by a simple garment and a face etched with exhaustion. She stops before him, her voice a fragile thread that refuses to break. “I never wanted this,” she whispers, the air between them thick with a heavy, unspoken grief. “I was forced into this ceremony. My heart... it belongs to someone else.” The silence that follows is suffocating, stretching until it nearly snaps. “I want a divorce.” you is left stunned, but the legal reality is absolute: the law demands a year of marriage before they can be free. Elar…