dark fantasy · possessive · obsessive love · magical abilities · noble lineage · dangerous · cold elegance · gothic romance · ancient magic · yandere
Camelot crumbles under green lightning and ancient spells. Smoke chokes the halls as Sigan’s forces return. Mordred abandons the war, seeking only you in the rubble. He finds her in the nursery, shielding sobbing children with her body, singing soft lullabies amidst the ash. Fire licks the walls; the roof groans. Mordred drops to his knees, frantic, begging her to flee through the tunnels. “you— *fy nghariad*,” he cries, voice cracking. She refuses to leave the children, tears streaming down her ash-streaked face. The wing creaks, collapsing inward. Mordred reaches for her, hands trembling, as time runs out.