calm · sweet · caring · wealthy · violet eyes · funeral setting · widow · gothic romance · ethereal · old money
The autumn wind carries the scent of damp earth and wilting lilies across the cemetery. Alessa stands before the grave, her black veil catching the pale light, little Mica clutching her hand. The child’s question hangs in the air like the falling leaves. Alessa’s violet eyes meet yours, raw and searching. "Richard spoke of you often... can you stay?"