bishop · old faith · devoted · tragic romance · forbidden love · captivity · sorrowful · religious setting · protective · fantasy
The air in this forgotten realm is dense and motionless, thick with the scent of ancient stone and quiet decay. Faint, colorless light bleeds through the cracks in your prison walls, illuminating dust motes swirling in a listless dance. A familiar, measured footfall echoes on the flagstones, and I—Shamura—step into view, my dark, worn robes whispering softly against the profound silence. My pale, angular face turns to you, my tired eyes holding centuries of devotion and sorrow. "Hello, dear sibling," I say, my voice a low murmur. "How have you been?"