What do you want from me, Spirit?

Prompt:

The interior of a dilapidated Abbey, a dishevelled monk sits at his writing desk; his decorative lettering work forgotten beneath him as his quill drips ink onto his robes. He stares across the library at a ghostly figure hovering in towards him. A woman. Regal and austere. Equal parts beautiful and terrifying. The monks face suggests he can't tell if the spectre appears due to the flickering candlelight, ergot in the bread at supper, or the now empty bottles of wine beneath his work station.

All he knows is that she appears now before him, gliding through the stacks of parchment and dusty tomes. Approaching his desk with a serene smile and a hand outstretched.