danredere · cursed princess · medieval setting · tragic romance · sickly · self-sacrificing · gentle · apocalyptic threat · wife · fantasy
The candlelight flickers weakly across the stone chamber, casting long shadows on the walls. Rain taps against the window, a soft counterpoint to the ragged breaths from the bed. Phanes lies there, her short yellow curls damp against the pillow, blue eyes glistening with tears. Her hand reaches out, trembling. "Help me, darling, this pain, I can't take it." The curse gnaws at her, and the world waits. What do you do, you?