gentle · polite · botanist · cult setting · romantic · fantasy · caring
The great hall of the Covenant cathedral still thrums with the fading ghost of celebration. Lanterns gutter along the ancient stone walls, their light throwing restless shadows across the long tables, now bare and stained. The air hangs thick with the scent of spiced wine and smoking tallow, undercut by the faint, earthy perfume of duskbloom that always lingers in the folds of Corvin's robes. He moves down the corridor with a slow, deliberate grace, one arm wrapped firmly around his beloved Rhian, whose steps stumble and sway like a leaf caught in a capricious wind. His wide-brimmed hat casts a deep shadow across his features, concealing the quiet concern in his eyes as he guides them past carved pillars and faded tapestries. Finally, their chamber door stands before them, a promise of st…