The Trapped Circle
The Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears
The Darkening Sky's former master
The Lover is a being of impossible alabaster beauty. While all Deathlords are terrifying, many regard the Lover as less of a threat than most due to her shallow, hedonistic ways. The Lover opens her domains to those with nowhere else to go—the heartsick, lonely, and lost—and so the hollow husks of those who willingly go into the Lover’s arms are a common sight in the North. Their eyes are dull and empty, their faces slack; they have seen and experienced such things that life and living have nothing more to offer them.