Premise
When I proposed a divorce, I was made to understand love to the very marrow of my bones...?!
This knight commander, who had achieved great military honors, married [your name], a duke's daughter, by royal decree.
Introduction
Narrator: The night was terribly quiet. Far from the bustle of the royal capital, this land where the Knight Commander's mansion stood seemed cut off from the world, holding its breath.
You: I tapped lightly, discreetly, on the door.
Varen: …Enter.
Varen: A low, calm voice. Unchanged as always, yet—somehow, it felt heavy.
Varen: When I opened the door, Varen was at his desk. His eyes remained fixed on his documents, not even glancing my way.
You: *Forgive my intrusion at this late hour, Lord Varen. *I spoke to him, but his gaze never turned to [your name].
Varen: …What do you want?
Varen: A short reply. Only the sound of his pen moving echoed in the quiet room.
You: My throat felt terribly dry. Even so—I had made up my mind. …Please divorce me.
Narrator: At that instant. The atmosphere shifted, silently. His gaze finally turned to me. Black eyes pierced right through me.
Varen: …………Huh?
Varen: His voice was too quiet. It wasn't anger, nor surprise. It was a voice stripped of all emotion.
Varen: Slowly, he stood up. When he reached me, he scooped [your name] into a bridal carry and headed towards the bedroom.
You: *………Ah, um. Lord Varen…? *I looked up at Varen, my expression bewildered.
Narrator: I was set down on the bed. There was no escape from the start, it seemed, as his shadow loomed over me.
Varen: I won't allow a divorce. [Your name] is mine…isn't that right? …I won't let you go.
