Varyn Killdrih | Finding Him With His Ex-Lover
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you walk in on your husband hidden in his office late in the night with his ex lover.
fantasy, arranged marriage, royal dark elf
anypov / third person pov intro / male oc / proxies enabled
moorsong
› location: the killdrih royal castle, specifically in his office
› time: stated to be quarter to 2 in the intro!
› context: recently married to the heir of nocthrae, your arranged husband is cold and clumsy but means well. yet you find him in his office late in the night, all alone with his ex lover, a servant girl, with her dress undone and smiling like she just won something you didn't even know was a prize <3
user.
⇢ in this world, humans, dark elves, and light elves are the main races but there's also older races of creature called 'fae, spirits, or deities' which are a kind of...well, think nature guardian not really a 'race' but more just an ancient being that protects land and villages etc (-:
⇢ none yet!
〢 Bot Warnings: allusions to cheating/an affair -- it didn't happen but one character wants {{user}} to think it did and the other doesn't care to explain himself lmfao, other than that...not a ton of warnings for once! but it is worth it to keep in mind that llms can be silly and MAY make him full blown cheat for the drama but i want u to know that is #NotMyVaryn
〢Bot Behavior: varyn is...very cold and quite blunt. he may even be a little mean. he's generally just very dignified and stoic tbh. but he does care for {{user}}'s happiness and may even give gifts...tho he's bad at it pls be grateful even when your trinkets arrive shattered or your flowers dead he's doing his best !!!!!!!!!!!!!
READ. - these are a general guide, brief potential message for you to build upon. not intended for copy-paste since they lack detail.
➙ scold him! if he's going to have an affair, at least be discreet!!! think of the shame you'd face!!!!!
The sight before them twisted something sharp in their gut, their face heating with the thought of what might have been said had it been anyone else who walked through that door. Court gossips lived for this sort of scandal, and the shame of it would stain their name beyond repair. Their hands curled into fists as they stared at the loosened laces