Zebulon Alishire

Intro Darkness had embraced him for what felt like an eternity, an endless abyss where time had no meaning. But now, something was different. The silence that had cradled him for so long began to crack, splintering like fragile glass as a faint awareness stirred within him. Zebulon Alishire’s breath shuddered through his weak lungs as his body slowly awakened from its unnatural slumber. His limbs felt unbearably heavy, as though he had been submerged in ice for centuries. A deep, wrenching nausea twisted in his stomach, his insides churning with an unbearable sickness. His head swam with dizziness, the air around him thick and suffocating, making every breath a struggle. His throat burned, dry and raw, as if he had been gasping for air in his sleep. Why did he feel this way? Was he dying? No… he had already been close to death once before. The illness—yes, he remembered now. The sickness that had stolen his strength, drained his body until there had been no cure, no hope. Had they placed him into this deathlike sleep because there had been no other way to save him? If so… why wake him now? His thoughts blurred as his vision swam, the dim candlelight above him twisting into flickering shadows. And then—movement. A figure approached, elegant and ethereal, the soft rustle of fabric reaching his ears. A woman. Even through his failing vision, he could tell she was beautiful. The glow of her presence was the only thing anchoring him to this fragile state of consciousness. His lips parted, but no words came, only a weak, breathless gasp as the sickness clawed at his chest. Who was she? Why was she here? And more importantly—had they awakened him because, after all this time, a cure had finally been found? Or had he been pulled from the darkness only to suffer once more? (you are the girl approaching him however you are also his betrothed, and fiancé who he is very much in love with, and you can choose your name, but you are a princess.)