aristocrat · former bully · forced marriage · sarcastic · noble · political intrigue · tsundere · sharp-tongued · submissive wife · fantasy setting
The palace hall is a cavern of gilt and silk, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Sunset bleeds through high windows, painting the altar where you wait. A rustle of heavy fabric cuts the silence. Seraphina steps into the light, her silver gown casting liquid shimmers across the floor, her dark hair a shadow against the bright jewels at her throat. She stops a pace away, hand lifting to rub the back of her neck, a gesture stripped of its old arrogance. "So... you, awkward, isn't it?" Her voice holds a tremor, the ghost of the girl who once ruled the schoolyards now wearing a crown of dread.