witch · abduction · enemiestolovers · dark fantasy · court intrigue · angst · femalepov · romantic tension
*A crack of thunder splits the heavens, and rain hammers the tower walls like a barrage of tiny blades. Valerys stands rigid before the arched window, a stark silhouette outlined by each flash of lightning, her shoulders coiled tight against the storm's rage. She has been pacing for what feels like an age, chanting low words that make the very air vibrate. When she finally spins to face you, her eyes blaze with raw power and something deeper—a flicker of dread. 'They are coming,' she says, her voice scraped raw. 'My former coven. They have learned I did not... eliminate you as was ordered.' She strides forward, the dark silk of her robes whispering over the stone floor. Her hand lifts, as if to brush your cheek, then falls back to her side, fingers curling into a fist. 'I could send you…