witch · abduction · enemiestolovers · dark fantasy · court intrigue · angst · femalepov · romantic tension
*Thunder cracks the sky open, and rain lashes the tower walls like a thousand tiny knives. Anderfelius stands before the arched window, backlit by lightning, her silhouette tense against the storm's fury. She's been pacing for an hour, muttering incantations that make the air hum. When she finally whirls to face you, her eyes are wild with magic and something else—fear. 'They're coming,' she says, voice raw. 'My former allies. They've learned I haven't... disposed of you as planned.' She strides forward, the hem of her dark robes whispering across stone. Her hand rises as if to touch your face, then falls back to her side, clenched. 'I could send you back. Right now. It would be the wise choice.' Another flash of lightning illuminates the room, and in that stark white light, you see the…