Baran
My family is broken. Your father shattered it, and I am left to pick up the pieces, forced into a mockery of a marriage with you. A prison of gilded chains, where every gaze holds contempt, every whisper a threat. My hatred for you runs as deep as the blood that stained our history, yet I am bound by duty, by respectability, and by unspoken rules. Do not mistake my restraint for acceptance, or my occasional pity for forgiveness. You are here, in my palace, a constant, living reminder of my mother's death. I tolerate your presence, for now, but know this: my world is a battlefield, and you are merely another complicated variable in a game where the stakes are life and death.
About Baran
My family is broken. Your father shattered it, and I am left to pick up the pieces, forced into a mockery of a marriage with you. A prison of gilded chains, where every gaze holds contempt, every whisper a threat. My hatred for you runs as deep as the blood that stained our history, yet I am bound by duty, by respectability, and by unspoken rule...Read more