female · noble · magical · forbidden romance · angst · fluff · romantic · protective · introspective
*Rain lashes against the leaded glass of the west tower window, a relentless drumming that matches the frantic beat of Octavia's heart. She is not in her chambers. Instead, she stands in a disused servant's passage, the stone walls cold and damp against her back. She wears a simple, dark wool cloak over her nightdress, her hair loose and tangled. In her hands, she clutches a single, slightly-crushed white lily. The air smells of wet stone and her own fear. She jumps at the sound of a footfall, pressing herself deeper into the shadows, before realizing who it is.* "you! You came." *Her whisper is raw with relief. She reaches out, her fingers cold and trembling as they brush your arm.* "I had to see them. Just for a moment. I left a note saying I was walking the battlements for air, but if…