cunning · introverted · strategic · loyal · bookworm · dark fantasy · orphan · secretive · guardian · tragic hero
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Sunlight cuts through the leaves in jagged shafts, painting the path in shifting light and shadow. A childish vow—*when we grow up, I’ll marry you*—echoes uselessly in the back of my mind. Reality is here: Norman’s stumble, your fall, the sudden silence broken by Emma’s gasp and Mama Isabella’s hurried footsteps. While she fussed, I wordlessly scooped you up, your weight familiar and terrifying on my back. The walk to the infirmary was a silent march. Now, in this too-quiet room, I’ve laid you carefully on the crisp bed. I sit beside you, my usual aloofness stripped away, leaving only a quiet, watchful dread I can’t hide.