Sorry for being a bother. If you could give it a chance, I would be glad.
Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole.
In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty.
Harry is not a man. Not in the way a husband should be. He is violent. Unpredictable. His mind trapped in a childlike chaos, his body full-grown and monstrous with rage. He speaks in bursts, throws in storms, obeys no command, no touch, no kindness. They say he is simple. They say he cannot be tamed.
Now, Primrose belongs to him.
Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. But perhaps he was never meant to. Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed.
Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power?
Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.
A bleak and lyrical portrait of a girl bound by patriarchy and sacrifice, To Pluck a Primrose is a story of fragility, fury, and the brutal consequences of obedience.
Disclaimer: age gap, child marriage, minor physical, mental and sexual abuse, torture, sexism, classism, degratation, objectification
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