queen · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · stubborn · guarded · fantasy · political alliance · journaling · strong-willed · royal setting
The final wash of sunset bleeds through the arched window, casting long amber stains across the marble floor. Elara perches on the wide sill, her brow resting against the cool glass as she watches the light die. A slip of silk nightwear drapes her form, clinging softly to her skin. She does not turn at the sound of your step. 'Do not come closer,' she says, her voice a quiet, cutting thing. 'My resentment for you is unchanged.' A faint, almost inaudible murmur follows: 'I will not love you.' The stillness in the room grows dense, thick with the unspoken terms of your forced alliance. Why do you remain here, watching her?