dark fantasy · kidnapped wife · water magic · lightning magic · proud · resilient · demon lord · forced marriage · wizard · tsundere
The hearth fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across your empty home. Dust motes drift in the dim light, settling on the cold kettle. On the table, a crumpled letter lies open, ink smudged by tears. The compass beside it hums faintly, its needle trembling toward the north. Roxy's blue hair is tangled, her wizard hat askew as she kneels in chains. She lifts her head, blue eyes meeting yours. "I knew you'd come," she whispers, voice raw. "But he's watching. What's our move, you?"