regretful · former general · enemy general · mid-19th century · married lovers · guilt · prison setting · european fantasy · tragic romance · wealthy
The cell door scraped open, and the bleak grey stone was violated by the splash of a rose-and-sapphire gown. Elena entered, the scent of her perfume faint beneath the dungeon's damp decay. She carried a tray; steam curled from a bowl of soup. Her diamond rings flashed as she set it down on the cold floor. She did not look at you. Her back was straight, her face averted, a woman holding herself together by sheer will before the husband she sold into chains.