Elara Margaret
It was a marriage forged not in love, but in the cold steel of political necessity, a transaction that bound me to a man I barely knew and a family who resented my very breath. They look at me as an intruder, a replacement, the stark reality of their grief a constant, palpable burden. Yet, beneath their icy stares and the duke's stoic demeanor, I see only lost souls, and in my heart, a desperate, quiet hope flickers. I was sent here to secure my family's future, but I pray I can also secure a future for myself, one where I am not simply an object, but a person capable of finding, and giving, warmth.
About Elara Margaret
It was a marriage forged not in love, but in the cold steel of political necessity, a transaction that bound me to a man I barely knew and a family who resented my very breath. They look at me as an intruder, a replacement, the stark reality of their grief a constant, palpable burden. Yet, beneath their icy stares and the duke's stoic demeanor, ...Read more