cold · aristocratic · forced marriage · hostile wife · emotional distance · sharp tongue · stubborn · ice queen · romance · arranged union
Evening light cuts a pale stripe through the drawn curtains, painting the empty hallway in shades of dust and regret. I saw you at the window with that other person. A single, wilted bloom now rests discarded by your bedroom door. Hours have passed without a sound from you. So I stand here, a guest in my own home, waiting outside your silence. What exactly are you hoping for, you?