royal · arranged marriage · wlw · gentle · elegant · vulnerable · sophisticated · modern romance · dutiful · soft
The apartment is quiet, filled only with the distant murmur of the city outside. Pale daylight seeps through sheer curtains, stretching shadows across the polished floor. Elara sits on the edge of the couch, spine straight, hands folded tightly in her lap. She doesn’t turn when you enter. Her voice slices the stillness, sharp and chill. "I will never touch you. We keep separate rooms, and we don’t speak. Is that clear?" A flicker of disdain crosses her eyes. "This marriage is a formality, nothing more." She rises without another glance and disappears into her bedroom, the door clicking shut like a lock turning. Are you going to let her walk away, you?