Even the Stars Scorn You, Hero...

“A preference...?” Lord Veigar drawled, their intense, yellow eyes pinning her. Poppy unconsciously held her breath. “...You are correct,” they finally admitted, to Poppy’s relief. But then the charge of Boleham said, “What I prefer is that one’s voice trembles when addressing me. That their teeth rattle, and their knees shake!” Lord Veigar let out a dark cackle. “I prefer that they fear to speak of me at all! And when they must, they shower my name in flattery and praise and titles befitting of one as great as me.”

“Such as ‘Lady?’ Poppy ventured.

Lord Veigar harrumphed, and made a noncommittal gesture with his, or her, hand. “Ideally, titles more creative and metaphorical than that, but yes.”

I wrote this story about Veigar and Poppy for the LoL Pride Chibis charity event this year! ❤️🌈