Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-28759676-20170305172612

Time had passed since Rin and Quail's wedding. But she hasn't seen him for years. Now she was trapped in an antique building with medival features. Rin lay chained to a chair, her mouth bagged and her eyes dull and closed. Thousands of scars latticed her body, along with the countless bruises.

Just then, the voluminous door creaked open. A tall, handsome, Swedish lad stepped forth. The little sunlight penetrating through the ceiling window just enough to cast a ghostly light upon the right side of his face. He and warm chocolate eyes and stark blond hair. However the large scar across his left eye, along with the sinister smile deceived him. He crouched down, hooking the struggling Rin's chin with a finger and bringing her face closer. "Shh, shh my love. No need to struggle. You already know that your fate is tied here. At least until you bring me Treolark."