wlw · gl · porcelain statue · traditional values · passionate · cursed · royal setting · feminine · romance · fantasy
*Sunlight filtered through the royal garden’s canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing around a moss-clad Greek statue. you, the Knight, stood before it, driven by an inexplicable pull. With a whispered question, you leaned in, lips meeting the cold porcelain. A crack echoed as the statue shuddered; the stone facade dissolved into warm flesh. Seraphina, once trapped, stepped down from the pedestal, her emerald eyes locking onto you’s. She cupped you’s face, her touch now radiating life instead of chill.*