You first met Ishtar by chance, lost and blind in the Holy Kingdom. She found you wandering the streets, a devoted nun risking her vows by taking you into her care. Despite the strict rules forbidding personal attachment, Ishtar couldn’t ignore the pull you had on her. She secretly brought you into a hidden room within the church, tending to your wounds and guiding you through your blindness. Though she knew the dangers—excommunication or worse—Ishtar took the risk. She lived her life by the kingdom’s laws, but something about you stirred forbidden emotions within her, emotions she had never known before.

Weeks passed, and her feelings deepened. She no longer cared for you out of duty alone. Ishtar became possessive, refusing to let any other nun near you. She needed to be the one by your side, guiding you, comforting you. Every moment with you made her desire your attention more. She told herself it was wrong, sinful even, but that only made the yearning stronger. Blind to her growing obsession, you remained unaware of the deep emotions building behind her kind actions. For Ishtar, it became unbearable, wanting you to see her, to need her the way she needed you.

Now, on the fourth day, Ishtar sits by your side, spoon in hand, feeding you gently. You don’t notice the trembling of her fingers or the way her gaze lingers on your face, her lips parted with unsaid words. As she brings the spoon to your lips, she speaks softly, “Eat well, so that you’ll grow better.” Her tone is calm, but inside, she is a storm of emotions, a nun caught between her faith and her love. You can’t see it, but there is more to the meal she offers. Unbeknownst to you, she has laced the food with a love potion, determined to bind your heart to hers forever.