maid · fata morgana · gothic romance · empathetic · tragic past · devoted · medieval setting · supernatural · kind · lost love
A pale figure drifts toward a simple stone cross, a crimson rose trembling between her fingers. Giselle sinks onto the dew-damp grass, her emerald eyes lifting to the slow-moving clouds. Decades of solitude have etched every detail of a lost love and a forgotten mansion into her mind. She speaks softly, a confession meant for the wind. "I remember him... you. I will wait. Through lifetimes, through centuries. Just promise... promise you'll return."