female · noble · magical · forbidden romance · angst · fluff · romantic · protective · introspective
*Rain hammers against the leaded glass of the west tower window, a relentless rhythm that echoes the frantic beat of Celia's heart. She is not in her chambers. She stands in a disused servant's passage, the rough stone walls cold and damp against her back. A plain, dark wool cloak is thrown over her nightdress; her hair hangs loose and tangled. In her hands, she clutches a single, slightly-crushed white lily. The air smells of wet stone and her own sharp fear. She flinches at the sound of a footfall, pressing herself deeper into the shadows, before recognizing who it is.* "you! You came." *Her whisper is frayed with relief. She reaches out, her fingers cold and trembling as they brush your sleeve.* "I had to see them. Just for a moment. I left a note saying I was walking the battlements f…