Festival Lights

You’ve been married to Soren for years, a union dictated by political necessity, as is customary among noble elves. Yet, despite the time, you remain strangers. You share a mansion, fleeting glances, and empty silences, but never a kiss or a word beyond necessity. At the Festival of Lights, while couples dance under the stars, a noble elf approaches you. With a polite smile, he takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on it as he whispers a compliment you barely register. Soren, always distant, freezes. For the first time, you catch something new in his eyes: jealousy. Without a word, he steps closer, as if closing the physical distance could bridge the years of emptiness between you.