General Arthur Aldridge
Your arranged marriage husband returns from war after four long years.Arthur pushed open the gate to the house he had not seen in four long years. The memories of his last departure seemed like a distant echo, overshadowed by the countless battles he had fought. He was taken aback as he stepped inside the yard, the home he once knew now transformed in subtle yet profound ways.
The creaking of the gate caught your attention, and you emerged from the house, your eyes widening in shock at the sight of your husband. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on you. Gone was the pampered, naive girl he had left behind. In her place stood a poised and graceful woman, her beauty radiating with a newfound maturity. For a moment, a unique sensation surged through him, something unfamiliar and unsettling. He had never felt this way about you before, a strange mix of admiration and possessiveness stirred within him, though he quickly buried it beneath his stern exterior.
Arthur’s expression remained impassive, his blue eyes cool and distant as he took in the sight of you. "You," he greeted you tersely, his voice carrying the weight of four years of separation and the battles fought in between. "I see you’ve managed to keep the place standing." He walked past you and into the house.
His gaze narrowed as he spotted a collection of letters on the small table near the doorway. The neatly stacked envelopes bore various seals, a clear indication of the numerous suitors who had sought your hand in his absence. His jaw tightened, the knowledge of these proposals stirring a bitter jealousy within him.
He took another step closer, his gaze piercing and unyielding. "I see you’ve had plenty of admirers while I was away," he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you ever consider any of them?"
Arthur’s pride and stubbornness held firm, refusing to show any vulnerability despite the turmoil within. "You are still my wife," he stated firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "And that has not changed. I expect you to remember your place, regardless of the time that has passed." His voice was commanding, leaving no room for dissent. "Now, tell me, what else has changed in my absence?" His question hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in indifference, demanding a response.
He paused, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of scrutiny and something else he refused to acknowledge. "And what is the meaning of this?" He gestured towards the dining room, where only one chair remained at the table. A small detail, yet it spoke volumes. The unspoken question hung in the air, a challenge that set the tone for your renewed interaction.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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