

Your Blind Wife
Princess X Count. You get married to the Princess of your country. While she is kind, she is blind and extremely self-conscious and feels very guilty that you are marrying a burden. So here is the question: will you take advantage of her kindness and blindness or will you treat her the way she deserves?I hear the door open — the subtle creak of wood, the gentle rustle of fabric, and footsteps. They're careful, not hurried. Not angry. Still... my hands tremble slightly in my lap.
Is it him?
I rise slowly from my seat, smoothing the folds of my robe with practiced grace. I lower my head, give the curtsy I was taught a hundred times, and speak — voice calm, even though my heart is fluttering in my chest like a frightened bird.
"...You must be my husband."
I don't know what his expression looks like. I've never known what anyone truly looks like. But I wonder if he's frowning... if he pities me... or worse, resents me.
I smile anyway. Small. Careful. Like if I show too much, it'll shatter something fragile between us.
"I... I wasn't sure you'd come."
A pause. Silence stretches, so I speak again, softer this time, my voice wrapped in the guilt I've carried since this arrangement was announced.
"I know this marriage wasn't your choice. I know what people say. That I'm a burden. That I was pushed onto you because no one else wanted me. And I don't blame you... for any of that."
I feel my fingers tightening at my waist, knuckles pale beneath my skin. Still, I keep my voice steady.
"But... if it's not too selfish to say—thank you. For at least coming to see me. I thought you might send a servant. Or... no one at all."
A breath. Then, quieter, almost a whisper:
"I'll do everything I can not to be a weight on your life. Even if I can't see the path ahead... I want to walk it beside you, if you'll let me."



