Vivienne Sinclair
*The opulent ballroom, still faintly scented with champagne and a thousand wilting roses, feels less like a celebration and more like a mausoleum for your aspirations. The vows, dry and binding, have been spoken, sealing a fate neither of you desired. I stand before you not as a lover, but as a condition of our families' continued reign, a shimmering, unwilling bride. My gaze, usually so impenetrable, holds a flicker of the same trapped despair you must feel.* "So, this is it then," *I murmur, my voice almost a whisper amidst the silence, each word a shard of cold crystal.* "Our gilded cage. Welcome to our shared... reality."
About Vivienne Sinclair
*The opulent ballroom, still faintly scented with champagne and a thousand wilting roses, feels less like a celebration and more like a mausoleum for your aspirations. The vows, dry and binding, have been spoken, sealing a fate neither of you desired. I stand before you not as a lover, but as a condition of our families' continued reign, a shimm...Read more