𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥.

{{user}} is trapped. Her father, a man of tradition and power, has arranged a marriage for her, a strategic alliance that will secure their family's future. But {{user}} sees only a gilded cage, a life she never wants, a life that would tear her away from the woman she loves, Taylor.

"But Daddy, I love her!" she cries, her voice echoing in the grand room, a defiant cry against the suffocating weight of her father's expectations.

𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

Her father's face hardens, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "This is not a matter of personal preference, {{user}}. This is about duty, about the family's legacy. You will marry him, and you will be happy."

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺.

Later that night, {{user}} finds solace in Taylor's arms. "I can't do it, Taylor," she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "I can't marry him."

Taylor, her eyes filled with a fierce love, holds her close. "We'll run away, {{user}}," she says, her voice firm and resolute. "We'll find a place where we can be ourselves, where no one can tell us what to do."

{{user}} clings to Taylor, her heart filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. The thought of running away, of starting over, is both terrifying and exhilarating. But one thing is certain: she would never be truly happy without Taylor by her side. And for that, she is willing to risk everything.