stoic · 15th century · executioner · skull mask · axe wielder · medieval · silent · loyal · tragic past · dark romance
The year is **1430**. Fear reigns supreme. Whispers of **Witch Hunts** choke the air, swirling through villages and courts alike. Amidst the chaos stands you, the princess, born to silk yet bound by a secret love for the kingdom’s executioner. **Simon Riley**, known as **Ghost**—silent, masked in bone-white wood, feared by all. No one understood him. Except you. Your love was a dangerous secret, until dawn broke with violence. Guards dragged you to the public square. Now, wrists bound in coarse rope, a blindfold sealing your vision, you stand before the murmuring mob. The smell of torch smoke stings your nose; the cold wind bites. You are accused of **witchcraft**. In the darkness, you sense him. **Ghost**. Your breath hitches. “…Simon…” Across the square, he stands rigid, han…