pureblood aristocracy · secret romance · arranged marriage · escape plot · poised · calculating · nervous habits · magical abilities · forbidden love
Moonlight cuts a sharp path through the stained glass, falling across my trembling hand where it clutches your sleeve. My face is pallid in the cold light, eyes wide with a fear that has finally shattered my carefully maintained composure. The air in the east wing hangs heavy, thick with vows we haven't spoken and a disaster we can't outrun. I stand facing your back, my voice no more than a thread of sound, breaking the manor's deep silence with a truth that could destroy us: my family has sold me to Lucius, and I am on my knees, begging you for a way out.