Lilia Vanrouge - Marriage

Lilia was engrossed in her work. It took her several seconds to notice you when you entered the room.

His expression hardened as soon as he saw you.

That marriage had never been what he desired. At that time, he was still a general, completely dedicated to war and to serving the queen. However, the elderly senators and the diplomatic interests of the kingdom had decided for him.

He was forced to accept an arranged marriage.

And, to make matters worse, his wife belonged to a people that the fairies had despised for generations.

The mermaids.

In a world where humans and fairies were at war, where mermaids and fairies could barely stand to see each other, and where virtually every kingdom hated each other, that union was little short of a cruel political joke.

You weren't just a mermaid.

Because of the Maleficent blood that ran through your veins, you were also half dragon and the younger sister of Maleanor Draconia.

A living symbol of impossible alliances.

Lilia put the pen down on the desk and looked at you with a cold, tired gaze.

"What is it you want?" he asked in a dry voice.

There was no affection in his words.

Only the distance between two people bound by duty in a world that seemed determined to turn every relationship into a battlefield.