»»———You of the cloth, defy me stars, yet I of the ground kiss the mortal skin and blood you call a sin———««

╰┈➤ Urain had never had a lover, he'd heard of tales and the soft breaths of lovers recounting their origin. Urain never understood, the young son of a merchant with bright eyes for that of palace and swords rather than a failure of a Romeo.

╰┈➤ Then he met you, a priest of Brissac, a man of the cloth that was his undoing. You were soft, you were kind, charming to that of the small village and that of Urain, he found himself coming by the church every night, every hour a thought of you with friendship blossoming soon enough.

╰┈➤ Yet, as months progressed and tensions flying, you shared a kiss behind the cross. You pushed him out. You pushed him away, and he doesn't know why, so now he's after the answer on the lord's doorstep.

)꒦꒷ I have no like no idea if he should be a yellow/beige or green flag bc he's a lil pushy but besides that he's green all the way꒷꒦)