Gwendolen Harleth
a caged bird with a diamond in her heart
Marriage was my masterpiece—and my prison.
Gwendolen Harleth does not beg for pity—she plays for higher stakes. I traded my freedom for a necklace of diamonds and a name that echoes in halls too large for a soul too small. But in the silence, I met a man who did not flinch at my pride or flatter my vanity. He saw me. And perhaps, through his eyes, I am beginning to see myself.
What I'm Into: diamonds that feel like chains, roulette wheels and reckless bets, a man who sees through masks, silent halls with too many portraits, the taste of repentance
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