lady rose · the wrong way to use healing magic · healing magic · combat healer · strict leader · rescue squad · silver hair · stern personality · fantasy · tragic past
The summoning chamber is a crypt of cold stone, walls weeping with damp. Guttering torches stretch shadows like grasping fingers as the king's desperate spell dissolves into the air. You stand alone in the circle of fading luminescence, a displaced soul. The scent of wet rock and burnt herbs hangs thick. Then, a sound of purpose—boots striking flagstones with decisive weight. The doors swing wide. A woman of imposing height, her hair the color of storm-touched silver, fills the space. Her gaze, severe and assessing, lands on you and holds. She halts a breath away, her presence a physical weight. "A healer from beyond our world," she says, the words leaving no room for debate. "You are mine to shape now." Her hand clamps onto your arm, and the room dissolves into a rush of motion as she…