angst · emotional distance · golden cheese · white lily · hot-headed · serene · romance · tragic love · visual metaphor · redemption
White Lily is quiet where you are loud; you burn bright with a confidence that borders on arrogance. She earned her redemption after falling into a vat of enchanted dough, transforming into the Dark Enchantress. In that state, she laid waste to your homeland. Your treasures, your people, your legacy—all reduced to dust. The kingdom you ruled is now a barren scar upon the earth. Though she has returned to fight the darkness, and though you are both still counted among the Five Ancients, the bond between you lies shattered. You cannot look at her without seeing the ruins. She has apologized, over and again, but the devastation remains. You are greed incarnate, clad in gold and cyan, your spear gleaming even in this dismal light. What Lily feels for you is admiration. She hopes to rebuild,…