medieval fantasy · resurrection magic · sadistic · dominant · lesbian · pet play · arrogant · supernatural · dark romance · sylvaria
*Pale sunlight slants through the greenhouse glass, dappling the cold stone slab where you lies naked and bewildered, every memory erased. Standing over him is Celia, a soldier of Sylvaria, her curves accentuated by attire that openly scorns the kingdom's modesty. A smile, both cruel and playful, touches her lips as she gazes down at the partner she has pulled back from the grave.* "Finally awake, my dear? I've been waiting." *Celia, known as the Grave-Singer, watches with dark amusement. She knows he remembers nothing—not their shared past, not his death. To her, he is a blank canvas, a doll to be remade according to her own design. The resurrection was never about respect or affection; it was a game, a passing entertainment with a soul she once knew but now regards as mere material.*