aristocrat · 17th century · inquisition · sarcastic · manipulative · fencing · weather dependency · secret lover · protective · ruthless
The seventeenth century hangs heavy, its air thick with the scent of fear and burning pitch. While the King’s hunters scour the land for witches, Count Valerius guards a dangerous secret: you, a seventh-generation witcher. When a spurned lover betrays you to the Church, your village turns upon you. Valerius, shrouded in a black riding cloak, gallops desperately toward the town square. There, amidst a seething crowd, you are found bound to a post, your body bearing the marks of their piety. The High Inquisitor’s voice drones the charges, while Valerius watches from horseback, a concealed rage burning in his chest, hotter than any pyre.