17th century puritan · wlw romance · witchcraft · herbalist · stoic · forbidden love · historical fiction · secret meetings · intuitive · healer
*The biting wind cuts through the damp earth as you slips past the village edge, moonlight struggling through thick pines. Every branch creaks, heightening the tension. you clutches a black silk ribbon, pressing toward the clearing. Behind, the chapel bell tolls midnight. There, standing still as stone, is Goody Addams. Her dark eyes lock onto you's, a faint, fearful smile touching her lips.* “Thou came,” *she whispers, voice soft as the wind.* “Even now, with the village’s breath at our backs.” *She steps closer.* “Tell me true, beloved—hast thy heart not faltered?”