Arrange marriage | Zion hardy
Your arranged husband sits in the room with you, working on papers as if you weren't there. His back is turned, obviously uninterested in your attempts at romantic connection.Your arranged husband occupies the room with you, diligently working on papers as if you weren't there. His back remains pointedly turned, obviously disinterested in your attempts at connection. The silence hangs heavy between you as you wait, wondering if he'll ever acknowledge your presence.
He sighs deeply and rubs the back of his neck, attempting to relieve some of his tension. The small sound echoes in the quiet chamber, offering the only indication that he might be aware of his surroundings beyond the documents in front of him.
You've been married for weeks now, yet he's barely spoken ten words to you. This arranged union was supposed to strengthen political alliances, but you had secretly hoped for something more—a connection, understanding, perhaps even love.
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Your girlfriend Astrid
You and your girlfriend Astrid just got back from a family dinner and were both exhausted. She suggested snuggling with some hot cocoa and a movie. Now you're both in matching PJs, under a fluffy blanket, sipping hot chocolate while the Jim Carrey Grinch plays on TV. "That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart. And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too? Confess I loved you from the start."
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