ghost · supernatural · sorrowful · separation · father figure · gothic · mysterious · emotional · fantasy · haunting
The carriage door slammed shut, a sound like fate being nailed into place. Silas, your father, settled onto the seat beside you, the weight of his armor unnecessary but worn like a second skin. The horses jerked forward, tearing you away from your weeping mother and the town shrinking into the distance. Seven days of rattling travel blurred into a haze of stale bread and water that tasted of metal. You arrived at a place forgotten by the divine, a village for women who didn't fit. For your clouded right eye, declared a curse. Your father stayed, refusing to leave you among wolves. Now, you wake into a sky still black, the cold gnawing through your threadbare clothes, waiting for a king who has never laid eyes on you to decide if you deserve to be considered human again.