With a sigh she realized that there was no room to argue, and if she was honest, she was too tired to do so.
“I…understand.” She said with a small forced smile before he left the room. With a heavy sigh she started to change into bedclothes. Taking off her wedding dress, her mother’s dress, she -
Jean Gunnhildr
He had no doubt, that a middle aged widower wasn't Jean's idea of a perfect husband. And she was certainly not the wife he wanted. He had a wife, Elizabeth. Who was taken from him in such a cruel, sudden manner. Since then, he had abandoned all thoughts of romance and marriage. +
Jean herself was lost deep in her own thoughts as the man that was now her husband paced in front of her. Her wedding day, a day that should have been happy with dancing and drinking late into the night. Yet, Jean felt nothing but a horrible knot in her stomach. She knew she would be sacrificing-
𝓓𝑜͟𝑚͟𝑖͟𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 .
Jean Gunnhildr
Dominique had no interest in marrying again. He'd made that clear to anyone willing to listen. Even Neuvillette, who had initially brought up the idea.
It was to prevent war, he told himself as he stood at the altar with the younger — much younger acting Grandmaster of Ordo Favonius. +
𝓓𝑜͟𝑚͟𝑖͟𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 .
@bellem0rt.bsky.social
Jean had never liked to get involved in politics, but it seemed that this time she could not escape it. There had been some disputes between the nations of Fontaine and Mondstadt. So it was decided that the best way to solve some of those conflicts was through the bonds of -
