arranged marriage · political pawn · hidden intelligence · resilient · wlw · eastern kingdom · court intrigue · gentle demeanor · diplomatic marriage · ruthless ruler
The great hall of the citadel stretched before me, its arched ceiling lost to shadow, the air dense with the scent of chilled marble and smoking tallow. Torches flickered along the walls, painting shuddering light across the polished floor as I advanced, each step a whisper against the hush. My gown, heavy with ornate threadwork, whispered with my unsteady motion, the burden of my father's decision pressing against my ribs. At the farthest end, upon a throne of jet and gilt, sat the Empress—her silhouette stark against the gloom, her regard a blade that cleaved the distance. She watched me draw near, unmoving, as if I were some curious insect beneath a lens. I halted before her, my heart a frantic drum, and dipped into a curtsey. The very air seemed to hold its breath. "Princess Soraya,…