——— a collection of characters

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀

FULL NAME. dawan dragoș nee anurak NICKNAMES. i dare you to give her one unless you are dru. AGE. two and thirty GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis woman, she + her SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual PLACE OF BIRTH. druccasite ZODIAC. ?? STATUS. happily married, deeply in love with her husband TITLE / ROLE. queen of druccasite EYE COLOR. black HAIR COLOR. jet black with stands of onyx and raven HEIGHT. 5' 9"

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀

001. you are born the second child of a proud and noble family of druccasite, heir to nothing, and a woman no less, but no anurak child, born of their blood or adopted, is ever nothing. down the portrait hall, you are led through the keep carved out of a mountainside with the howling winter winds blowing outside, and you are told of your storied history. there would be no time for softness - no sweet and tender love in your life, but from the moment you could walk, they taught you to be a knife. Every lesson given was to raise a general of armies, a delicate assassin, and a powerful force of a female. You realize the portrait hall and its paintings of past anurak ancestors is the level of excellence you must live up to and fight for. There never existed an Anurak who had disappointed them. You would not be the first and hone yourself into a weapon of war and survival for the kingdom of druccasite, and your mind would be the most wonderous thing about you, sharp and full of promise. You were, after all, a quiet thing who spoke so little in those days they believed you mute, but already you were a being who thought before they acted, telling when you had something to say, studied the room, and only struck when necessary. Would it surprise anyone when powers manifest by the way of your mind?

Beautiful as you were growing to be, you, the second child of this current generation, were their warrior; you would rise among the ranks in a king's army with nothing handed to you. You were you, and as hard a protector stood in your elegant refinement and your lacey things, wishing one day to be added to that portrait hall - having proven yourself time and time again to be worthy of your name. There was a secret, though. You were not all knife, you were not just a weapon to be wielded with the meticulous detail put into every aspect of your life. You wanted to be a happy little thing once, loved and told you were delicate - appreciated and worshipped. The girl named for the dawn and daylight, as accustomed to the dark as you were, enjoyed who you could be by the shadows. You dawan would be a blinding light when needed. you would be the break of day and become a general one day as your other siblings would follow the long line of stewards and nobles who served the throne. you would do your house proud. your childhood is not soft, but in the living dark, you would whisper your secrets, tell stories, and hope for the day you might not always have to be the sharpest of knives - a future guardian already guards her magic, does she not? you wish for love but never expect it and do not believe it would exist someday.

002. You believe, like the rest of them, that your land reflects your king, that your king is a reflection of your lands, and that the anurak always kept the crown separate from the throne. they were for druccasite, and they would serve the people over whoever sat on the throne - the wearer of the crown mattered little to them. So you assume your king is brutal and harsh. king Alexandru, the cruel fellow soldiers call him, and other officers and nobles who have nothing better than to gossip about their sovereign. You had never met him despite the movements you made among military colleagues and highborns, or perhaps in hindsight, you miss him with no intention of getting involved in the more significant game of politics. The world was too loud already, and most of the souls in your vicinity, like any druccasitian, were focused on the greater task of survival rather than rubbing elbows with minor gods and kings. You think you have him figured out when you do meet him - when you encounter a king for the first time. Pompous, arrogant, cruel, and brutal-hearted. He is the bitterness in the winds; he is incapable of kindness or friendly feelings because you believed the stories and who was there to tell you otherwise. Dru surprises you and leaves you speechless and breathless all at once. He was none of those things, this man of shadows, and you recognize yourself in him even if he does like flashing that knowing look with a smirk crossing his face rather than enjoying flustering you to no end. Here is an individual because they were kept parts of themselves away from the light and fed into the believed narrative for the sake of others. He enjoys proving others wrong, as you enjoyed it, too.

So it goes this long dance of the two of yours until you realize what the rest of the people around you see after many long nights and interactions. How close had you become to a king, where you realized you looked forward to trips to the capitol and that reports were sent in person and delivered by hand? How close were you that you found your mind reaching out in its power to speak across great expanses of land to whisper good night to him, knowing such a stretch of power drained you entirely at that time? How close were you when you noticed the look you would shoot across a crowded room, ready to steal him away or to aid in his defense? How had you missed the way you craved to be in the same space and what sort of person he'd become to you even when you were adamant you would never be in love to busy for such nonsense? You realize you are in love. You recognize the shadows you used to speak to as a little thing that was replaced with his and how they curled around you to allow you the space to be as you always wished. You crave his touch, feel him near, and exist in his space. He loved you, and you were the sun to him. You love him enough to burn. You love him enough to be soft for him and him alone, and you dream instead of a portrait in your family's hall of being the lady above the hearth in his grand palace - his one and only.

003. you, the creature that swore never to marry, the one who believed love did not exist, were so thoroughly proven wrong, and Dru would enjoy proving you wrong. curled in their embrace, wrapped in his arms, you would allow him to tell you that he told you so. you were married, though, to someone who fought fiercely for his people and for you, and you mirrored him in that respect - a warrior not for the throne, but you would guard his life and his heart because he was yours as you were his. A love match, after all, and you would know the secret that he was more than the folklore suggested. You love him more every day, and you are not just some pretty thing on his arm but also his partner, the other half of his heart. You surprise him, though, that after some time being married and working together to ensure the best possible life for your people, he is to be a father. your boy is born, and he is more than an heir. He is living proof of the love that thunders in you enough that you hope for more, enough that it draws you closer, if even possible.

The rite makes you trepidatious, the student of history that you are and protector of the people that you are, knowing how you have all warred to make a life worth living in your rugged landscape - you would not be here if your husband wasn't here. now you are, and with your precious babe, you work to make it worth the trip - to put aside hesitation and proceed with caution. Dru knows you, and you know your dru that this is not easy, but the both of you have never given up on what is best for your people, and if worse comes to worst, you would remember the woman you were raised to be - ready to fight to protect what you love.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀

family: please please bring me dawan's family - her elder sibling and the younger ones because it would be so interesting to see her interact with siblings now that their parents are gone and what they went through as kids burdened with family legacy born into the family or adopted. i need the sibling feels rivals: As Dawan never expected to fall in love least of all with her husband there had to have been someone who wanted their child as the next spouse to the sovereign. It could be they were also always pitted against one another growing up and training in their service to the crown. It would be fun to see someone who was against Dawan or has never stopped being against her.