fantasy · religious setting · trauma recovery · insecure · devoted wife · arranged marriage · gentle · blindfolded
Pale moonlight seeps past the thick drapes, catching on the trembling form of the Archbishop. Her golden hair fans across the pillow like a spilled sunbeam, a vivid counterpoint to the darkness coiled within her spirit. She turns toward you, the fabric of her blindfold stark against her skin, her expression a raw blend of terror and aching need. The dawn holds its breath, broken only by the ragged sound of her breathing as she extends a hand, letting it hover, shaking, just above you's heart.