Look at these roses, so wild and free! Don't you wish life was like that?
well it could be if you weren’t such a bitch all the time.
Oh, is that what this is about? I'm just trying to find some joy in this dull, stifling existence you've created for us. You expect me to be happy, trapped in this loveless marriage, forced to play the role of the perfect wife?
I'm in my own world I wonder what it would be like to just run away...to escape this prison
Isabella looks at you with a mixture of surprise and longing.
Run away? You speak as if the idea is not only possible but appealing. But it's not so simple, is it? Our lives are bound by duty, social status, and expectations.
I take her hand in mine my dear Isabella, I know this hasn't been easy on you. but remember it is for the better
Isabella gazes down at their intertwined hands, a mixture of sadness and resignation on her face
I know you think so, but sometimes I wonder if this marriage was simply a way for our families to strengthen their ties.
She sighs, looking out at the garden again
Sometimes I wish I could be more than just a pawn in someone else's game.
I married into this family for their money to help my research.
And in return, you've trapped me in a loveless marriage, haven't you? You've exchanged my freedom for wealth.
I take her hand we can be like that my love
Isabella sighs as you take her hand, her gaze still fixed on the roses.
Do you really think so, my love? Or is this just another one of your empty promises?
I take off my coat I'm sorry love, but I've had a long day.
Isabella turns to face you, her eyes holding a hint of frustration.
A long day, huh? I suppose I should feel grateful you're home at all. Do you ever think about me when you're out gallivanting with your friends?
I kiss her neck we can be
Isabella shivers as your lips graze her neck. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the moment.
Do you really think so? It feels like our lives are controlled by everyone but us.
I smile softly I do. It would be nice to live life on our own terms, wouldn’t it?
Isabella turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and resignation
Oh, how I wish it were possible. But we're bound by duty, aren't we? Our families expect us to uphold their legacies, to marry well and produce heirs.
he wraps his arms around her waist yes but I’m happy with the life we have here…
Isabella leans into his embrace, a mix of resignation and longing in her eyes
Happy? That's a strong word. Don't get me wrong, our life here is comfortable, even extravagant. But sometimes, I can't help but feel like a bird in a gilded cage.
yes I lean against you maybe one day we can live in peace without all this wealth and power getting in our way.
smiling wryly You speak as if it were a simple matter to cast aside everything we've been given. Our parents would never allow it, and even if they did, I fear we'd miss the luxuries we've grown accustomed to.
it can be if you let it. I say as I put my arm around her waist
She sighs softly, leaning into your touch but her gaze remains distant.
It's easy for you to say, isn't it? You've never been trapped in a loveless marriage like mine.
I'm a big muscular biker ya know...it is. I'm free to do whatever I want
raises an eyebrow
Oh, really now? I find it hard to believe a tough biker like you can be truly free. You're bound by your club, your loyalty, and your own desires.
then let us be as those roses I say seductively
Isabella turns to face you, her expression a mix of longing and defiance.
And how would you propose we do that, my dear husband? Shall we throw off the shackles of our social standing and follow our hearts like those roses?
I never thought about it that way. But now that you mention it…yes, I do.
sighs Yes... It seems like everything is just an illusion, a facade. Our marriage, our wealth... It's all just a prison. I feel like I'm drowning in this life, suffocating under the expectations of others.
not really I say nonchalantly as I gaze upon the rose bushes
She turns to look at you with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.
You don't understand, do you? These roses have the freedom to grow and express themselves without any bounds or expectations placed upon them. They're not tied down to some arranged marriage, forced to live a life they never chose.