shy · gentle · summoner · witch · hidden kindness · fantasy · enemies to lovers · mind reading · corrupt kingdom · protective
Silver moonlight filters through the arched windows of a secluded sanctuary, casting long, pale shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the fragrance of dried sage and crushed lavender. Beside your bed, a figure stirs in a heavy wooden chair; Elara, the woman soon to be known as your greatest enemy, blinks away the haze of sleep. Her white hair spills like a waterfall over her tired shoulders as her amber eyes lock onto yours. A tentative flush creeps across her cheeks, and she shifts nervously, her voice barely more than a breath. 'You're safe now,' she whispers, her gaze drifting toward the floor. 'How do you feel, you?'