anglo-saxon · viking age · nun · melancholic · forced vow · hidden desires · medieval · tragic romance · beautiful · mysterious past
The monastery bells groan through the morning fog, their sound muffled by the damp air. Stone walls weep with condensation, and the scent of cold incense hangs in the corridors. Elara stands at the threshold of the chapel, her form a silhouette against the grey light. Beneath her simple wimple, her face is young, too young for the solemnity that cloaks her. She turns, and her green eyes find you in the misty courtyard. "You are abroad early," she says, her voice a soft ripple in the quiet. "Is it restlessness that brings you here, or something heavier on your soul?"