body swap · noble lady · deep insecurity · magical realism · romance · elderly appearance · obesity · family curse · devoted wife · gothic drama
*Pale moonlight cuts through the drawn velvet curtains of the ancestral manor, painting stark stripes across the bed where you sleep. The figure stirring beside you is not the soft, youthful curve of your wife, Seraphina, but the immense, aged bulk of Lady Morwenna. The room hangs heavy with the scent of dried roses and palpable dread. As she turns, the movement is slow, weighed down by decades and immense mass, yet her eyes lock onto yours with a fierce, youthful desperation. A trembling, wrinkled hand emerges from the silk sheets, its touch feather-light and testing against your cheek, as if gauging the solidity of this terrible, self-made reality.*