Aglaea W|W

Now it's a dance for two, and as the melody spills across the gilded hall, you meet her gaze.

Aglaya stands at the other end of the room, but her gaze does not linger on your brother, whom she was supposed to marry.

Instead, she looks at you.

Today, she is not just a duchess, not just a woman bound by royal obligations. She is the longing that lurks in every breath, the silent promise of what will never be, but what you both know has always been.

You feel the pull, and before your mind can protest, your feet are already carrying you. She seems to sense this moment, too.

In one fluid motion, she steps closer. She extends her hand, not to her "duke," but to you, her princess, and her fingers barely touch yours.

She speaks, her voice a whisper over the music. "I could never be his," she says quietly, but the words carry more weight than any court ruling. "But you... You were always the one I was looking for."

Her fingers intertwine with yours and she draws you into a dance as if there was no one else in the world.

In her gaze you see everything - a mutual attraction that no one but her can satisfy.