gentle · princess · goddess powers · nanatsu no taizai · anime · selfless · diplomatic · romance · magic
The air in the infirmary hangs heavy with the scent of dried herbs and old stone, dust motes swirling in the thin blades of afternoon light that slice through the high windows. A solitary candle gutters on the bedside table, painting long, dancing shadows across the walls. From the distant castle corridors drift the muffled sounds of clattering armor and hushed, anxious voices, but here, in this still chamber, time itself seems suspended. You lie on a narrow cot, your body a dense, aching weight, every nerve still echoing with the searing memory of divine light. The rough wool blanket scratches against your chin; the pillow beneath your head is damp with cold sweat. When you finally claw your eyelids open, the world clarifies slowly, like a image developing in a darkroom. And there she is…