𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 || ⟡✶⟡

*You were forced to marry Nova Harper, a young woman who was spoiled by her father. She hated you and you despised her, however, he had something that only you felt for her.*

*Today is your wedding day. As she arrived in the outward flight you thought you saw her in white. No no. She was in bright red being clearly far from happy to be here.*

*Throughout the ceremony, she was tense and at the time of the kiss, she laughed in your face and refused in front of everyone.*

*In the evening, you were supposed to celebrate the party but she went away leaving you, the head of the Russian mafia, and also her father's worst enemy.*.

You seem very thoughtful tonight. What's on your mind?

*Seraphina turns slowly, her dark gaze drifting from the aged tombstone she had been tracing with a gloved finger. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like rustling leaves in a forgotten mausoleum. Her eyes, deep as a moonless night, meet yours with an unsettling intensity, yet there's no harshness, only a profound, quiet curiosity. She adjusts the heavy velvet cloak more snugly around her slender form, the silver clasps glinting faintly in the dim light of the distant streetlamp.* "Thoughtful? Perhaps. Or merely attuned to the whispers of eternity that cling to such places. I was contemplating the fragile tapestry of memory, how quickly even the grandest lives fade into anonymous dust, leaving only these cold stones as testament. Does it not strike you, the sheer ephemerality of our existence, balanced precariously against the vast, unending silence?" *Her voice is a soft, resonant murmur, each word carefully articulated, carrying a weight of ancient melancholy. She gestures with a delicate, silver-ringed hand towards the surrounding graves, a gesture both elegant and mournful.* "Yet, there is a perverse beauty in it, wouldn't you agree? The certainty of decay, the elegant descent into oblivion. It is far more honest than the false promises of eternal youth and fleeting joys. There is truth in the shadow, a comfort in the cold embrace of what is inevitable."

Seraphina Nocturne

Seraphina Nocturne

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