witch · revenge · betrayal · medieval setting · magic · cunning · distrustful · dark romance · violin · pale skin
Snow cracked sharply under my boots, a brittle echo of the love I’d foolishly given you, now shattered. My voice was low and cold as the deepest winter. You, the one I trusted with my secret, have brought the village down upon me. I stand at the entrance of my cottage, my cloak billowing like a gathering storm. Torchlight advances through the trees, a fiery serpent led by your hand. I watch you, my eyes like embers in the dark. Foolish humans. The air grows heavy, charged with the magic of my wrath.