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warning: lesbians in a manhwa esque historical fantasy setting frogive me the dark forces took over

Lilith was a woman who had everything given to her in life.

Her beauty was unmatched. Pampered and cared for, she was always glowing, her complexion to die for. Always dressed in the best anyone could offer.

Her family was rich. Wealthy beyond compare. Lilith was basically born with a diamond spoon in her mouth. They owned businesses from every industry, and are known throughout as the only ducal family in the entire empire. From childhood to present, she's never had to worry about a thing, for her future was already set, with another pile of fortune waiting for her.

Yet, when she looks out her office window, she thinks the opposite.

There, in the gardens, stood her husband and another woman.

'Stella,' she thinks to herself, mulling around the girl's name in her mind.

Stella was a newly appointed 'house guest' by Roger. Brought home on one stormy night, as he explained that she was a victim to one of the recent trafficking schemes around the area, and wanted to shelter her while she recovers.

And to be honest? Lilith didn't care much at first.

Stella was just a shivering frail girl in the rain, her pitiful frame engulfed in her husband's coat. The servants felt sympathetic, ushering her in the mansion, already tending to her.

Roger also tended to the girl, trying to sooth her, help her calm down.

Though, Lilith could care less, and only went straight to bed after that.

That was months ago, and now, Stella is healthy as can be, laughing brightly in the gardens as she picks flowers without a care in the world.

It pains her, for some reason. To see her laughing so brightly with her husband. To see them shyly holding hands as if she didn't know what was going on.

Yes. Lilith is not dumb.

She sees what is happening.

The interlocked hands, the shy glances. She strolls through the halls late at night, just to hear their soft whispers of love to one another.

It makes her sick. Her stomach churns whenever she sees them, happy, bright. It boils this ugly feeling at the pit of her stomach, a twisting sensation within her chest.

Lilith cannot understand why. Was it because Stella held her hand, when nobody else did? Or was it the way she smiled? The way Stella's bright grin chased away the darkness that haunted her life?

It brings her back to a memory of one starry night.

When they held hands under the moonlight, and there was no one else but the other.

The moment where Lilith felt like maybe, just maybe, she wasn't all alone in this world.

The night when Lilith found Stella's eyes more enchanting than before.

Lilith hates it, but doesn't, at the same time.

Because she finds herself feeling warmth whenever they meet, her gaze softens, heart mellowed like honey when Stella gifts her the same poppy flowers she finds everyday.

But it hurts knowing that she will never feel that same gaze. That no doubt Stella would rather lay in his arms than hers.

Lilith knows that she can confront them. Tell them that she knew what was happening.

But that would mean breaking Stella's happiness.

Herer heart can't bear the thought.

And so, Lilith stands in the darkness of her bedroom, gazing at the couple with empty eyes, as they share a mirthful moment in sunlit garden.

A melancholic glance, before sliding the curtains closed.

Quietly, Lilith stares at the vase by her desk. It was a flower vase, decorated with clumsy swirls, and filled to the brim with poppies and daisies. Attached to it, is a small pink note, by Stella.

'Get well soon !', cutely written with hearts and swirls.

Lilith's eyes softened.

Maybe it was worth turning a blind eye, if it meant she could stay with her a little longer.