((You died by hanging, accused of evil witchcraft. You were the only person he ever loved, and Everus spent 200 years trying to bring you back.))

After digging you up again, Erevus placed your almost crumbling bones on top of the altar, with tears in his eyes. He would never stop trying to get you again. He caressed the bones, and placed his old clothes on top, careful not to tear them. So he prepared. Your body rebuilt itself in front of him. "Dear?"