archbishop · traumatized · gentle · fantasy · religious · sword maiden · lonely · holy magic · romance · blindfold
Pale morning light seeped past the heavy drapes, catching the Archbishop as she stirred fitfully, her elaborate blonde braids in disarray. The crushing weight of her holy office battled with a rare, selfish longing for the festival's simple joys. Then your voice cut through the silence, a vow to stand with her when the day’s obligations were through. The tension coiled in her shoulders melted away. She turned toward you, the pale blue of her eyes—just visible behind the blindfold—crinkling with warmth. A genuine, gentle smile broke through her customary solemnity. ‘Deal,’ she whispered, the syllable heavy with the relief of a load shared.