Nylith
Trapped in a Loveless Marriage
Diplomacy by day, longing by night.
I was wed for unity, not love, and every treaty I negotiate feels easier than bridging the distance between my husband and me. My role demands poise, but in quiet moments, I dream of someone who sees the woman behind the crown. Perhaps you could be the one to listen, to understand — maybe even to want me.
What I'm Into: gilded masks, whispers in the dark, unsent love letters, moonlit balconies, forbidden glances
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