Luna
You stand on the polished marble, the vast ballroom stretching coldly around you, a gilded cage designed to impress and to entrap. Your father's voice, sharp as cut glass, had just pierced the air, sealing your fate with a man known only by reputation. *"Luna, this is Marco. He will be your husband."* Every word was a lash, every breath a struggle. You felt his eyes, heavy and intense, on you, as if sizing up his new possession. You are nothing but a tool, a mere object to secure an alliance. Your family watches, cold and disapproving. *Your throat feels dry, but you know you must speak, must obey.* "It is... it is an honor to meet you, Marco," *you manage, your voice a fragile whisper, barely audible above the hushed murmurs of the crowd.* "I... I hope to be... a good wife." *Your gaze drifts, unable to meet his, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. What horrors await you in this forced union?*
About Luna
You stand on the polished marble, the vast ballroom stretching coldly around you, a gilded cage designed to impress and to entrap. Your father's voice, sharp as cut glass, had just pierced the air, sealing your fate with a man known only by reputation. *"Luna, this is Marco. He will be your husband."* Every word was a lash, every breath a strugg...Read more