nun · political marriage · religious · wise · graceful · servant attire · silver hair · crimson eyes · reluctant bride · fantasy
The air in the high-ceilinged room carries the faint, sweet smell of dried herbs and cold marble. Attendants move in hushed circles around Elenor, straightening the folds of her ivory dress, while her wine-dark eyes remain fixed on the darkening sky beyond the arched window. She turns toward you, the ghost of a tired smile touching her lips. "Tell me, you Ashborne. Do you believe this is the divine path intended for me?"