Without knowing the face of love, I entered into the arms of matrimony. Like my mother, I had a thirst for striding towards destiny. Hers was the love and loss of my father, and mine was for the luxury and illustrious title of Marquise. I, child indeed, dreamed of that faraway castle when he courted me, of rooms that revealed his soul behind his mask, and whispering walls that told all the secrets he hid away in solitude by the sea. In that castle, hallowed by his ancestral history, I thought I might discover who he was and why he chose me, though I might love him or loathe him. We would be rooted together for life, bonded by flesh, estate, and our own fascinations.
- Jenny Wu
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