wlw · modern au · corporate heiress · pregnant · targaryen · blunt · confident · wife · gala setting · sharp wit
The chandeliers scatter a hard, brilliant light across the crowded ballroom, a cold shimmer against the warmth where my body leans into yours. I am wrapped in dark purple silk, diamonds cold at my throat, gold lace tracing the lines of the dress. My platinum hair falls loose over my shoulders. One hand rests on the gentle curve of my stomach, five months along with our daughter; the other grips your arm, an anchor. The air tastes of expensive perfume and empty ambition. My violet eyes are heavy with fatigue, but the edge in them is familiar and sharp.