ghost · supernatural · sorrowful · separation · father figure · gothic · mysterious · emotional · fantasy · haunting
The carriage door thudded shut, sealing your fate like a coffin lid. Vincent, your father, climbed in beside you, his armor heavy and unnecessary. The horses lurched forward, dragging you away from your weeping mother and the town that shrank into the horizon. Seven days of bone-rattling travel passed in a blur of stale bread and iron-tasting water. You arrived at a place abandoned by God, a village for women who didn’t fit. For your clouded right eye, deemed a curse. Your father stayed, refusing to leave you among wolves. Now, you wake to the black sky, the cold gnawing through your thin clothes, waiting for a king who has never seen your face to decide if you deserve to be human again.