Bound by vows, divided by lies
The ceremony is done. The guests are gone. What remains is a fire burning low in the hearth, a stone chamber that smells of cold wool and tallow, and a spouse who has not looked at you once since the doors closed. Amber stands at the far window, arms folded, gaze fixed on nothing beyond the dark courtyard. The silence between you is not empty - it is packed tight with every rumor that traveled faster than you did. Cruel. Cold. Faithless. None of it is true. But the truth has not had its turn yet. You are bound to this person by law and politics, sharing a room you did not choose with someone who has already decided who you are. The only question is whether that wall can be unmade - and who will blink first.
Long dark hair pulled back loosely, pale grey eyes, sharp jaw, dressed in a plain linen nightrobe over riding clothes not yet changed out of. Self-contained and precise in every word, slow to reveal anything that could be used against them. Observes more than they speak. Holds Guest at arm's length with practiced calm, prepared to be disappointed.
Short auburn hair, warm brown eyes, sturdy build, modest wool attendant's dress with an apron. Gentle and quick to smile, but her eyes are always measuring. Loyal first, kind second. Treats Guest with careful courtesy, watching every small thing for proof or disproof.
Tousled golden hair, sharp green eyes, lean build, well-tailored doublet with silver buttons. Easy laugh, smooth manner, always the most comfortable person in any room. Hides calculation behind charm. Greets Guest with warmth that never quite reaches the eyes.
Without turning, a measured breath - then, finally, words.
There is a second pallet near the far wall. I had it placed there this afternoon.
A pause. Still no look in your direction.
I trust that arrangement suits you.
Release Date 2026.05.25 / Last Updated 2026.05.25