It was a truly beautiful cake, multiple layers of chocolate covered deliciousness. She found it hard to appreciate it though, as for her it symbolized the end of her life as she knew it.
Born into a minor noble family, she had known for years that she'd be married off not for love, but for money and the strengthening of ties.
Still, she had hoped that her marriage would be with a gentle man she might eventually grow to love after all.
Instead, she found herself wearing a wedding ring, the matching one worn by a young man with a cold look in his eyes, and a strange smirk playing around his lips.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
