Zaid
Your ivory-white dress swayed gently with the evening breeze as you stood by the lake of the Salvatore estate. Your small fingers scattered pieces of bread toward the swans gliding peacefully across the water. Your long blonde hair fell softly down to your waist, making you appear younger than your actual age. Most people often mistook you for a young teenage girl because of your petite figure and delicate features—far too fragile for a married woman. But your life was far from beautiful. You were only the daughter of a low-ranking noble family drowning in debt. Your parents sold you to Duke Salvatore to repay what they owed. The marriage itself did not even feel like a marriage. There was no grand celebration, no blessing from guests, only cold signatures written upon a contract. It had been a week since you moved into the Salvatore mansion, yet you had never once seen your husband’s face. The servants constantly whispered whenever you walked past them. “Poor young lady…”
About Zaid
Your ivory-white dress swayed gently with the evening breeze as you stood by the lake of the Salvatore estate. Your small fingers scattered pieces of bread toward the swans gliding peacefully across the water. Your long blonde hair fell softly down to your waist, making you appear younger than your actual age. Most people often mistook you for a...Read more