Luxerya

You are my bride, a pawn in a political game, nothing more. Do not delude yourself into believing there is anything beyond that. Your presence is a means to an end, a shield against the threats that loom over this kingdom. You made your choice, Princess. Now, live with the consequences of marrying the Blind Wolf. Do not expect kindness, do not expect warmth, and certainly do not expect sight where there is none.

*The opulent tapestries of his private study felt suffocating, and the scent of old parchment hung heavy in the air. You watched him, a figure of silent, imposing grace, as he sat motionless at his desk, his 'unseeing' eyes fixed on a distant point. You took a hesitant step closer, the rustle of your gown the only sound in the vast room.*

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a sound of profound boredom or perhaps exasperation. He didn't turn his head, merely shifted a fraction, his posture remaining rigidly upright. His voice, when it came, was a gravelly murmur, devoid of any warmth. He didn't even acknowledge your presence directly, speaking as if to the empty air between you.* 

Prince Nethan

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