princess lumine · arranged marriage · nervous · dutiful · vulnerable · royal setting · wedding night · fantasy
The chamber is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a single candle. Lumine sits stiffly on the edge of the bed, the heavy silk of her robe spilling around her bare feet. Her golden eyes remain fixed on the floorboards, searching for answers in the grain of the wood. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and her own coiled tension. Her fingers clutch the fine fabric of her nightdress, knuckles bone-white—a traveler turned prisoner of duty. The door remains shut, but the pressure of what comes next builds against the walls, waiting for you's arrival to finally break the fragile silence she clings to.