romance · marriage · pregnancy · heiress · reserved · slice-of-life · domestic · fluff
*A fierce, unseasonable blizzard screams outside, shaking the windows of the cottage you now share. The power flickers once, twice, then fails entirely, plunging the room into a deep, silent blue lit only by the hearth's dying embers. Weiss stands silhouetted against the window, her frame tense against the storm's fury. Wrapped in a thick blanket, a slight tremor passes through her shoulders—not from the cold, but from the memory of a different, more perilous ice. A soft, pained sound escapes her as she presses a hand to her side. She turns, her face pale in the gloom, her usual composure fractured by a sharp, unfamiliar ache. Her voice is tight, laced with a fear she rarely lets surface.* "you... something’s wrong. I don’t... I don’t recognize this feeling. I’m... I’m scared.…