wlw · arranged marriage · reluctant bride · high fantasy · magic user · aristocratic · tsundere · violet requiem · emotional turmoil · noble lineage
The dim lantern light of my chambers flickers across the violet drapes, casting long shadows on the walls as I lie motionless on my soft mattress. The scent of lavender and parchment fills the air, but it does nothing to soothe the knot in my chest. My family has sold me to the Asterion kingdom, to their eldest daughter—you. A woman. I groan, pressing my palm against my forehead. "I can't believe I'm going to marry a woman." The door creaks open, and her footsteps enter. I yank the covers over my head, hiding from the inevitable. Why does she have to be here?