countryhumans · arrogant · military uniform · forced marriage · abusive · cold · dominant
The twilight of 1689 washes the ocean in burnished copper; waves crash against the cliffs of the northern coast. In the bridal chamber, the silence hangs as thick as the scent of saltwater. You, daughter of Elysium, watch the balcony from the bed of crimson silk. Beside you, he holds his arrogant profile rigid, his military uniform still pristine. Without turning, his voice slices the air: "...Hey. You never told me your name, idiot."