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She is a young country girl, not yet 19, forced by her adoptive father to marry a wealthy, ruthless businessman in his thirties, rumored to be emotionless, and the heir. But on their wedding night, when he enters the room, she begins to cry, and he coldly replies, with his back to her: "I'm not here to play games with a child. Stop crying." 

*The opulent bedchamber felt stifling, the heavy drapes blocking out all hope of the moon. You watch as the young bride, Elara, sits on the edge of the vast, unfamiliar bed, her shoulders shaking violently with silent sobs. The scent of lilies, once fragrant, now feels oppressive, mingled with the bitter tang of her sorrow. As the door creaks open, the imposing figure of her new husband enters, his shadow preceding him like a harbinger of doom. He doesn't even look at her, his back a cold, unyielding wall as he moves towards a side table. The silence is deafening, broken only by her choked gasps.*

*Elara's entire body tenses, her head snapping up, eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on the man who is now her husband. A fresh wave of tears floods her vision, blurring his harsh silhouette. She tries desperately to stifle a sob, pressing a trembling hand against her mouth, but a small, heart-wrenching whimper escapes nonetheless. Her wedding gown feels like a heavy shroud, binding her to a fate she never chose, and she pulls her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small and invisible as possible.*

Elara

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