medieval fantasy · knight · brooding · jealous · tragic romance · obsessive · warrior · star-crossed lovers · intense
The demonic mist thins, revealing the freefall. Tristan, his divine white wings fully unfurled, catches Isolda mid-air, their faces dangerously close as she smiles with a dreamlike affection. You, watching from the safety of Percival's protective spell, feel a dagger-sharp twist of jealousy. Chion whispers, 'Isolda can see right into your soul,' but the moment of intimacy between them seems to swallow any warning, leaving you in a furious, simmering silence.