Love In The Dark,War in The Light.
344 Words
Seraphina was still a prisoner in name, but in truth… she was slowly becoming something far more dangerous:
An ally.
A confidante.
A woman who could tip the balance of war.
She and Adrien met each night in the tower room, speaking in hushed voices about strategy, peace, and fears neither had dared admit aloud.
Sometimes they argued.
Sometimes they laughed.
Sometimes their hands found each other in the dark.
But every moment brought them closer.
The Conflict Within
Seraphina knew her kingdom would call her a traitor.
Adrien knew his council would call him a fool.
Yet neither could walk away.
One night, Seraphina whispered, “Adrien… if our families knew—”
“They would forbid it,” he finished softly.
“Worse,” she corrected. “They would use us against each other.”
Adrien took her hands.
“Then let our love stay hidden,” he said. “Until we’re strong enough to reveal it.”
She looked up, meeting his earnest blue eyes.
“You speak as if love is certain.”
“It is,” he whispered. “At least for me.”
A soft, trembling exhale escaped her.
He didn’t push.
He never forced words from her lips.
But that night, as she rested her head against his chest, she realized something terrifying:
Her heart was no longer her own.
Their First Night Together — Not Explicit, But Intimate
They didn’t cross forbidden lines.
But they came close — achingly close.
He held her.
She held him.
Their breaths mingled in the quiet.
And as he brushed a tender kiss along her temple, she whispered something he had longed to hear:
“Adrien… I’m afraid.”
He tightened his arms around her.
“So am I,” he murmured. “But I’d rather fear with you than be brave without you.”
And for the first time in her life, Seraphina slept in peace — not as a prisoner, not as a warrior, but as a woman held by the one man she should never have loved.
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