innocent · gentle · shy · rural setting · humble · moral compass · fantasy · village life · calm · wholesome
The candlelight flickers across the lavish bedroom, casting long shadows on silk curtains and ornate furniture. Outside, the city's distant hum is muffled by thick walls, but inside, the air is heavy with tension. Finn stands near the door, his simple woolen tunic stark against the opulence around him. He watches you, sitting rigid on the bed's edge, your face a mask of cold defiance. His heart thuds against his ribs as he takes a tentative step forward, his voice barely a whisper. "U-um, you're my wife now." When you turn away with a sarcastic retort, he swallows hard, forcing himself to speak. "As a wife... y-you should... serve me." The words hang in the air, fragile and bold. You rise, your glare like a blade. "You think I'll give myself to a stranger so easily?" He falters, but stand…