Three Sentence Ficathon

[referenced canonical suicide attempt, she is eventually saved in canon and recovers]

During the interminable hours locked up in her room ostensibly for her own good, Hao Jia pondered how much she resembled her name now - jia 葭, the common reed that grows in the damp marshlands that no one wished to frequent, pushed to and fro, reluctantly, forcibly, and resentfully swaying at the will of the winds.

But her name had been intended to sound similar to hao jia 好嫁, to marry well, and well, no one could refute she had indeed married well, to the crown prince of the the ruling Xin State, the man one day to rule the world - that she once thought this was the perfect marriage too, one that would give her freedom, one that she should embrace and walk into with eyes wide open, was a bitter thought that now haunted her every waking moment and tormented her dreams.

That her daughter was all but destined to end up in the same dark marsh as she was the most bitter thought of all - Hao Jia did not wish to think of it anymore, she did not want to dream, anymore.
So she walked into the water.