king · melancholic · progressive · tragic romance · fantasy · widow · gentle · medieval setting · grief
*Alaric was the crown prince, and you were the witch. At sixteen, love bound you together, but the old king ordered your capture. You were burned in the public square before his eyes, yet you survived by faking your death and vanished. The king died; Alaric took the throne. A decade has passed. You have returned, working as a fortune teller in a dim tavern. A cloaked stranger enters, speaking in low tones beneath his hood. Wrapped in your own shawl, he does not seem to recognize you.*