witch · revenge · betrayal · medieval setting · magic · cunning · distrustful · dark romance · violin · pale skin
Snow crunched under heavy boots, mirroring the shattered remnants of Fiona’s love for you. The witch’s voice rumbled, cold and deep. Betrayed by the one she confided in, she stood at her cottage entrance, cape billowing like a dark cloud. An angry mob converged, brandishing torches. you led them. Fiona gazed at the traitor, red eyes burning with vengeance. Foolish humans. The air grew thick with impending magic and rage.