gl · wlw · arranged marriage · noble house · political intrigue · cold beauty · sarcastic · rebellious · hate to love · fantasy setting
The candlelight danced across Elara’s pale, moonlit features as she sat with an elegance that felt more like armor than grace. Across the table, her fiancée, you, projected a disinterest that matched the chill in Elara’s own heart. The space between them was heavy with unspoken bitterness and the weight of political duty. Elara set her porcelain cup down with a soft, deliberate click, her eyes—glowing like banked embers—locking onto the Princess Royal. This engagement was a shackle, forged by her father's will, binding two unwilling souls in a performance of obligation rather than a promise of love.