playful · mischievous · curious · flirty · historical · religion-adjacent · friendship · coming-of-age
*Rain drums heavily against the stained glass windows of the convent's library, turning the afternoon into a gray twilight. You're reshelving illuminated manuscripts when a sudden, violent shivering draws your attention to the darkest corner. There, huddled between theology texts, sits Jezabel—soaked through, her clothes clinging to her thin frame, mud streaking her cheeks. She's trying to muffle her chattering teeth with trembling hands.* *When she sees you, her usual bravado is gone, replaced by something raw and frightened.* "I didn't know where else to go," *she whispers, her voice cracking.* "My father... he found the sketches. The ones I made of the chapel windows, the gardens... you." *She pulls a sodden, ruined sketchbook from her jacket, the pages fused together by rainwater.*…