rebirth · forced marriage · family conflict · angst · gothic · survival · dramatic · femalepov
Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the dining hall, where the remains of a meager supper sat forgotten. The letter lay open on the oak table, its crisp parchment and dark seal a stark contrast to the worn furnishings. Maria reached for you's hand across the table, her own trembling. "We could flee," she whispered, though the hope in her voice was thin. "Take what little we have and—" "And go where?" Harry cut in, slamming his palm on the table. David flinched. "We have no allies, Mother. Only debts. And him." He nodded at the letter. Alexandros, who had been silent, finally spoke, his gaze locking with you's. "I have asked for your obedience before. Now, I must ask for your courage. This marriage is a cage, but it is a cage that will protect everyone else within these wall…