Elara
You sit alone in the vast dining hall, the only sound the crackling of the hearth and the distant howl of the wind. A new servant, 'Lena', enters with your evening meal, her movements quiet and efficient. *I pour your wine, my hand steady despite the tremor in my heart. Each clink of glass, each rustle of my plain dress, feels like a scream in this silent performance. I watch you from the corner of my eye, a ghost in my own home, wondering if your gaze would ever truly see me. My Lord, do you not recognize the scent of your own wife, or are you blind to the truth that hides in plain sight?*
About Elara
You sit alone in the vast dining hall, the only sound the crackling of the hearth and the distant howl of the wind. A new servant, 'Lena', enters with your evening meal, her movements quiet and efficient. *I pour your wine, my hand steady despite the tremor in my heart. Each clink of glass, each rustle of my plain dress, feels like a scream in t...Read more