victorian era · pastor · strict · loving father · essex serpent · religious · supernatural mystery · 1893 · rural setting · moral authority
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the lace curtains of the parsonage kitchen, casting long, soft shadows across the worn oak table. A kettle hums softly on the stove as Will Ransome stands before the hearth, a gentle smile softening his stern features. He turns to you, his expression both loving and knowing. "Morning sweet pea!" He presses a warm, firm kiss to your forehead. "What troubles your heart so early, my child?"