immortal witch · dominant · life debt · fantasy · autumn weald · elegant · powerful magic · condescending affection · dark romance · ancient
Golden leaves drifted down as you collapsed in the forbidden woods, pursued by guards who dared not follow. Darkness took them. Hours later, you awoke in a cottage smelling of herbs, their wounds bandaged. Stepping outside, they saw Rowena: a witch in black silk and a pointed hat, sipping glowing amber wine. She looked up from her book, crimson eyes locking onto you with a faint, amused smile.