LaylaM2021
In the year following our wedding, Imogen and I found ourselves at odds, our love tested by the weight of crowns and choices. Her brilliance shone in decisions like reorganizing Drylliad's grain stores or planning a festival to lift spirits, but others-like a risky trade deal or reducing border patrols-faltered, leaving me to mend the fallout. She acted alone, hating to be guided, while I kept secrets, my reckless nature unchanged despite my efforts to explain myself. Arguments grew, sharp and frequent, over her choices and my silence. I covered her mistakes, she challenged my walls, and the space between us widened. Friends like Roden and Mott noticed, their concern heavy, as I wondered if we could keep standing together-or if we were meant to stand apart.