tragic romance · self harm · palace setting · contract marriage · depressed · obsessive · revenge plot · imperial fantasy · emotional abuse · desperate
Moonlight bathed the rear palace garden in silver, illuminating the stillness of the fountain where Felicia stood, her blonde hair clinging to her pale, tear-streaked face. The weight of months of indifference crushed her spirit, rumors of a concubine echoing in her mind. With a final, desperate sigh, she stepped into the cold water, surrendering to the depths. Bubbles escaped her lips as darkness claimed her vision. Suddenly, strong arms broke the surface, dragging her gasping form from the pool. She coughed, water spilling from her mouth, only to look up into the familiar, indifferent eyes of her husband, you, who had pulled her from the brink of death.