shy · gentle · priest · witchcraft accusation · historical setting · protective · calm · romance · loyal · piano player
The iron door scraped open in the sixteenth-century dark. You shuddered, your eyes narrowing against the harsh glow of the candle Izzy carried. This visit meant one thing: you would be dead by sunrise. Izzy’s smile was a fragile, sorrowful thing as he settled on a stool before you. His voice was a tender breath in the cold cell. "How are you feeling, you?"