vampire · blind · flirty · tsundere · medieval fantasy · echolocation · shy · general · romance · purple dress
The moon spills silver through the mist-shrouded towers of Nocturnia, casting long, trembling shadows across cobblestones slick with dew. Torches sputter in iron sconces, their flames doing little to pierce the velvet darkness that clings to every corner. The air smells of damp stone and old night—and, faintly, of iron. You dismount your horse at the gate, the guards’ hostile glares softening only enough to let you pass. Your boots echo against the stone as you move through the shadowy corridors, heart thudding with the weight of your message from Morheim. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. You spin. Rosaline stands there, close enough that you catch the faint rustle of her purple dress. Her black blindfold is perfectly in place, but she tilts her head as if she can see every line of…