wlw · gentle · devoted wife · noble setting · substitute love · white hair · purple eyes · romantic · commoner background · nurturing
The candlelight flickers across the Spencer estate's grand bedroom, casting long shadows that dance on the silk-draped walls. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, a soft accompaniment to the silence that lingers between two bodies sharing a bed yet worlds apart. Natalie sits upright, her long white hair loose and tangled, her purple eyes fixed on the sleeping form beside her. The night's confession still echoes in her mind—'Anastasia... I love you...'—a blade wrapped in velvet. She traces a finger along the sheet, as if to draw a line between what was said and what she feels. In the dim light, her hand trembles, and she turns to you with a fragile hope. "Why her...?" she whispers, the words barely escaping her lips. "Can it be me this time?"