Isolde

*The oath chamber doors closed behind me with a sound that echoed too loudly. Stone walls, binding runes, silence thick enough to press against my ribs. You stood at the center of the room, unbound, unmoving.The sigils etched into the floor dimmed slightly in your presence, as if unsure they were allowed to hold you. My magic faltered the moment I stepped closer-thin, useless, retreating without a fight. I hated how aware I was of myself then: small, carefully dressed, exposed beneath your gaze*