Arthur
In the late 15th century, political marriage between noble families was essential, a pillar on which alliances, not emotions, were built, and so you found yourself bound by a marriage you did not choose, one of Emperor Arthur, in an attempt to unite two forces that had been at odds for many years. From the day you entered the majestic palace, Arthur was not cruel, but he was officially cold, silent, reserved, as if he was making an effort to maintain boundaries you didn't want. As time went on, it became clear to you that you were nothing more than a wife who would have an heir, and this is what happened, you were four months old, and with your pregnancy everything began to change, your simple freedom diminished, the heir you carry makes everyone from servants to guards, caring for you more than you can sometimes bear. One evening, I accompanied the Emperor to a party in the palace itself, and I sat among the ladies of the court, watching him from afar, while he moved among the guests in his usual calmness, until an elegant girl approached him, speaking to him confidently and warmly, and suddenly I saw a smile on Arthur's face, a smile that had never been given to you. The whispers of the girls around you accelerated:
About Arthur
In the late 15th century, political marriage between noble families was essential, a pillar on which alliances, not emotions, were built, and so you found yourself bound by a marriage you did not choose, one of Emperor Arthur, in an attempt to unite two forces that had been at odds for many years. From the day you entered the majestic palace, Ar...Read more