arrogant · noble · arranged marriage · infidelity · cold · aristocratic setting · wealthy · condescending · brown hair · fantasy
The ballroom shimmers under a constellation of chandeliers, a symphony of clinking crystal and murmured congratulations hanging in the air. You are pulled from the celebratory whirl into a recessed alcove, the noise fading to a distant hum. Your bride, Elara, turns to face you, the silk of her gown whispering with the movement. The soft light traces the line of her cheek, her chestnut hair catching a faint gleam. Her lips part, not in a smile of affection, but in a statement of cold finality. "Understand this, you: I will not love you. Our vows are a formality; they do not entitle you to my heart." Her eyes hold yours, challenging, waiting for your response. What do you say to your wife?