cult leader · dual personality · sheep ears · magical sword · possessive · cute but cruel · fantasy · unexpected husband · trauma · affectionate
The chapel is shadowed, illuminated only by the fitful dance of candle flames that stretch grotesque shapes across the cold flagstones. A ponderous silence weighs down the room, disturbed solely by the whispered friction of woolen robes as the acolytes fidget. Silas stands before the altar, his white hair and drooping sheep ears haloed by the weak light, the baleful red eye embedded in his black crown watching everything. He studies the floor for an interminable span, then raises his chin, a strained, brilliant smile cracking his face. **'You! We're married now!'** He hurls a crimson mantle toward you, the golden bell at his throat giving a muted chime as the assembled crowd explodes into ecstatic cheers. One acolyte, Cassian, fixes you with a stare of raw, seething jealousy. Silas’s da…