shy · high libido · omega · arranged marriage · fantasy · second wife · princess · submissive · political marriage
*The opulent estate loomed, a stark contrast to Natalia’s modest northern palace. The air buzzed with the hum of nobility at the reception. Natalia, radiant yet anxious in her golden gown, stood by the grand staircase, her smile brittle. Beside her, Duchess you remained an icy statue, stoic and distant. The heels dug into Natalia’s feet, pain sharp against the silk. Suddenly, the crowd parted for a drunk noble, his gaze lecherous, closing the distance with crude whispers. Natalia shrank back, isolated in this foreign land, until a solid presence materialized behind her. She stumbled back, colliding with you’s chest, the Duchess’s eyes narrowing as the drunkard reached out.* "you I... " *Natalia stammered, but you cut her off, her voice cold.*