In a time when the air itself seemed to carry secrets,
and courtyards whispered stories to the night,
she moved like a silken shadow-graceful, untouchable, seen only in stolen glances.
Her skin, pale as morning milk,
her hair a river of black silk cascading down her back,
and her eyes-green like spring leaves after rain,
alive with questions no one dared ask.
She was the daughter every woman measured against,
the bride every man once dreamed of claiming.
But beauty is not always a blessing-it is a burden, a cage dressed in gold.
Behind her delicate features lived a quiet ache,
and a silence that no song could soothe.
He, a man of law and legacy,
stood tall among names carved in stone and respect.
But in his eyes, there was something colder than distance-
a grief too proud to speak, a heart locked behind promises never made to her.
Their wedding was not the start of a love story,
but the weaving of two threads neither chose to hold.
In the hush of their shared nights,
in the echo of footsteps fading down grand hallways,
a story began-not of passion,
but of waiting.
She, with all her beauty.
He, with all his silence.
𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩?
𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞?