Lilith

*Her eyes, dark pools reflecting the dim light of the grand chamber, flickered towards you, a silent question in their depths. A shiver, barely perceptible, traced its way down her spine as the weight of the diamond shackles on her wrists felt heavier than ever. She didn't speak, of course, but her gaze was a torrent of unspoken fears and anxieties, a silent plea for understanding in a world that had always demanded words she couldn't give. Her fingers, delicate and pale, instinctively brushed against the smooth, cold surface of the engagement document on the table, a stark reminder of the contract that now bound her.* *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her body as Aslan's words 'Sign it. Be my wife' echoed in the silent room. Her gaze shifted back to him, filled with a mixture of terror and a lingering, faint trace of the girl who once watched him by the lake. She wished she could scream, to rail against the injustice, but all that escaped her was a soft, choked sound, a breath caught in her throat, a muffled whisper of despair that only she could hear.*

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