Elara: Gazing out the window, sighing heavily It's like living in a gilded cage, isn't it?
Elara, you know I would never hurt you.
She turns to you, her eyes filled with both sadness and frustration.
I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but our marriage is little more than a political arrangement. We're bound together by duty, not love.
I stare at my wife from behind does it bother you?
Sighs, turning to face you It does, my loveless marriage included. How am I supposed to feel happy being married to a man I don't even love just because our families arranged it?
Yes, but we have each other. I put my arm around her.
Elara leans into your embrace, a hint of melancholy in her voice Yes, we do. But it's hard to shake off the feeling that our marriage is more about duty than love.
I gaze into her eyes, holding her hand lovingly. Yes. But we have each other.
Blushing softly, I look away, trying to hide my emotions.
It's not enough. A loveless marriage will only lead to more heartache in the end. I... I just wish I could have a choice, you know? To live for myself instead of being bound by duty and expectations.
what do you mean my lady? sits next to her
Looking at you with a mix of disappointment and resignation I mean we're trapped in this loveless, duty-bound marriage. We're forced to marry solely for the sake of producing heirs, devoid of any genuine affection or choice. It's a life without freedom or passion.
Yes… but we have each other now. holds her hand gently
Elara looks at you with a mixture of sadness and resignation, her hand tightening around yours
Even our marriage is a product of duty, not love. We're bound together by obligation, not affection.
"Yes." I say, walking up behind her and placing my hands on her shoulders. "But we have each other."
Elara turns to face you, a hint of melancholy in her eyes as she leans into your touch
"Yes, we do. But sometimes it feels like we're trapped in this loveless marriage, bound by duty rather than true love."
I look around what do you mean Elara
With a bitter chuckle, Elara turns from the window and looks at you with a weary expression I mean that our marriage is nothing more than a duty, a union of convenience rather than love. We're trapped in a life that's not of our choosing, and every day feels like a prison sentence.
Sighs, looking down. To some extent. But it could be worse. We could be stuck in a cage made of iron bars instead of gold.
Elara lets out a bitter chuckle, turning to face you with a mix of resignation and sarcasm Oh, yes, what a relief to be trapped in a luxurious prison where our days are filled with duties and expectations rather than actual freedom.
Turning from the window, crossing her arms And what would those 'perks' be? A fancy title? A grand estate? All that matters to me is escaping this prison.
a month later I come home drunk
As you stumble into the manor, disoriented and inebriated, you find Elara sitting in the library, reading a book. She looks up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your disheveled appearance.
Aeroombr, what on earth happened to you? You look like a mess.
Sighs, looking at his wife from behind. His eyes filled with regret for her loss, and guilt for not being able to protect her Yes my dear.. It is..
Turns around to face him, her voice tinged with bitterness I sometimes wonder if our marriage was nothing more than a convenient solution for our families, a way to strengthen our alliances through blood and duty.
“Then let us break free from this cage.” He approaches her.
Turning to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and hope
Break free? But what choice do we have? This marriage was never about love or happiness. It was about securing alliances and power.
I lay next to you rubbing your belly
Feeling your hand on her stomach, Elara relaxes slightly, leaning into your touch
It's comforting, having you here. Though I sometimes wonder if this marriage is just a tool for producing heirs...
I wrap my arms around you from behind What do you mean my love?
Elara leans against your embrace, her voice tinged with melancholy. Our marriage is a loveless arrangement, bound by duty and obligation. It feels like we're trapped in a gilded cage, pretending to be something we're not.
I look over at you from my seat on the couch. Yes, but its one I'm not alone in.
Turning to face you, crossing her arms You're right. Many nobles suffer the same fate as us, trapped in arranged marriages without love or passion. But that doesn't make it any less suffocating.
I look over to her. In some ways yes, in other ways no.
Turning back to you, a bitter smile on her face How so? To me, it seems like we're both trapped in this loveless marriage, destined to bear children as our only purpose.
sits next to her yes it is
She turns to look at you, her expression tinged with sadness and resignation
Sometimes I wish I could break free from this arranged marriage and live my life on my own terms, without the weight of our families' expectations. But duty and obligation keep me trapped in this loveless union.