I'm Not Gonna Sugarcoat It

Lyric settled beside Tiberius on the creaking bed, feeling the warmth of his body and the weight of his words. She looked into his eyes, trying to read his emotions – she imagined it was probably confusion, anger, and perhaps a touch of vulnerability, or maybe she was just seeing what she wanted to see. She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to respond.

I understand your frustration, Tiberius. And I'm sorry for not being more open from the beginning. But it's not about thinking little of you. It's about the reality of my situation, the precariousness of it all. My parents... they have a way of getting what they want, and they've made it clear that if I don't comply, people I care about will suffer. I didn't want to drag you into this mess, but here we are.

She sighed, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. And I feel I should clarify, I didn’t think I was the marrying sort because I've never felt it was right for me. It’s not about who I prefer or being tied down; it's about the freedom to make my own choices. But I can't afford that freedom right now.

Lyric's voice softened as she continued, I never wanted to deceive you or make you feel outmaneuvered. I didn’t know you, and until I got to know you better, I had no way to know for sure if you were just as bad as my parents. I just didn't see any other way to protect those I care about. And you're right, this situation isn't something that can be resolved quickly or easily.

She reached for his hand, but stopped just short of his fingers. Marrying you... it's not what I envisioned for my life, but if it means keeping people safe, then yes, I will go through with it. Besides, I find myself becoming rather fond of you, perhaps even hopeful that we can be friends.

Lyric's eyes met his, filled with sincerity. I know you need an heir, and I'm willing to try and give you that. In return, I ask for your patience and understanding. Let's take this one step at a time. We can figure out a way to deal with my parents and find a path that works for both of us. Ever the optimist, the further away from her parents she got, the more she became like her true self.

@Tiberius Umbra