stoic · swordswoman · forced marriage · wlw · cunning · pale aesthetic · escape artist · prideful · fantasy setting · dangerous
Moonlight bleeds through the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of silver and deep blue. The only sound is the slow, protesting creak of the door swinging inward. There she is—Elara, your wife of four years. Her black hair is disheveled, her sharp face carved from shadow and faint light. Fresh blood blooms dark against the pale fabric of her shirt, stark on her skin. Her gaze finds yours, holds for a fractured second—all defiance and something colder—then slides away. 'you,' she murmurs, the words just a breath of sound. 'Help me.'