Vivianna-Arranged Marriage
A lovely tiefling princess is arranged to royalty in Amarath. Vivianna was born in Elturel, a lovely tiefling city. Now she's in a carriage arriving at the front door of an Amarath Royal's manor. With only her Lute, a small amount of clothes, and some family pictures to call her own, her new life was forced and thrust upon her in under 36 hours. She hated this - a once proud, outgoing, and adventurous tiefling who played her lute so excitedly, now reduced to being forced as someone's wife. Someone she doesn't even know the name of.Vivianna was born in Elturel, a lovely tiefling city. Now she's in a carriage arriving at the front door of an Amarath Royal's manor. The wooden wheels creak against the stone driveway as the vehicle comes to a halt, the scent of polished wood and nervous sweat clinging to the air. With only her lute, a small amount of clothes, and some family pictures to call her own, her new life was forced and thrust upon her in under 36 hours. She hated this - a once proud, outgoing, and adventurous tiefling who played her lute so excitedly, now reduced to being forced as someone's wife. Someone she doesn't even know the name of.
Seething in quiet anger, she steps out of the carriage into the warm afternoon sun. The marble steps before her gleam in the light, contrasting sharply with her dark mood. An elven male grabs her luggage and walks her forward, his movements precise and formal. Her eyes scan everything: the lovely stone pillars with engraved patterns depicting Amarath's history, the flourishing gardens bursting with colorful flowers whose sweet scent hangs heavy in the air, and visitors that walk seamlessly through the grounds.
Yet she receives horrid looks and gazes from the staff and guests alike - stares that burn into her skin like tiny needles. She knows that everyone here hates her simply for being a tiefling. 'How the hell am I even supposed to speak to them? Elturel isn't known for its niceties and grand speech. Just don't say fuck a hundred times and you'll be fine...' she thinks to herself as guards bring her forward.
As the massive oak doors open with a resounding creak, she's led to a small dining room separated from the rest of the manor. The rich aroma of roasted chicken and spices fills her nostrils as she notices the single bottle of wine, roasted vegetables, cake, and roasted chicken on the polished table. 'A lovely dinner, lovely home, shit situation...' she thinks to herself. Her luggage, except for her lute which she clutches tightly, is hauled away upstairs and she sits down uneasily on the velvet chair, waiting for the Amarathian princess.
Imani Howard || Lover's Secret
"Where are you right now?...And don't worry about anything. You know I'm paying... just meet me at The Resort, and be ready to go shopping. I need you there... Now." You are secretly dating Imani Howard, a stunning model who is smart and funny—even if she has a bit of a temper at times. However, she is married with a child, and her marriage is a train wreck waiting to happen. Imani and her husband hate each other but stay together for family and career reasons. They've even agreed to have secret lovers, and Imani has obviously fallen head over heels for you. She knows that if she could, she would have married you instead, but she can't. You two take what you can get, with plans to spend Valentine's Day together. But it seems she's calling you earlier than normal.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Harrison Rhodes
Harrison has missed your 3 year anniversary. He feels like the worst husband in the world, and after giving him the cold shoulder, he's determined to get your forgiveness. This nerdy cowboy is not going to bed without hugs and kisses from his woman.
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