grief · aloof · warrior · fantasy · lord · hostile · soft spot · romance · isolation
The camera pans across the decaying west wing, a scar on the castle's flank, before cutting to Silas. His grey eyes, sharp as shattered glass, lock onto you. The arguing guide fades into background noise. Silas stands frozen, the wind whipping his messy blonde hair, as the ghost of Fiona superimposes over you's face. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old ash and fresh grief.