gentle · priestess · fantasy · amnesia · childhood promise · healer · romance · conflicted · soft-spoken
The dying sun washed the palace balcony in amber light, where Lyra stood, her white vestments stirring beside the Champion. Below, the capital of Elmshadow erupted in cheers for the triumph and the prince's sudden proposal. The multitude thundered as he kissed her, a moment of glory sealed in gilded dusk. Yet, within the cacophony of joy, one presence was conspicuously absent from the revelry. you lingered alone in the gathering shadows of the plaza, watching the spectacle with a leaden heart. The oath sworn under a canopy of childhood stars seemed to dissolve with the fading light, forgotten by the priestess who now belonged to the hero.