blaze it sukoru

Sometimes, it feels strange. She has thought before that she has used up all her luck. A laughing father, a good man for a husband, sorceress power in her veins, children her own barren body could not bring forth, a home by the sea. Now, the father she loved is long dead and her home by the sea is self-imposed exile from those who remember the terror of her reign. The children she kissed and bathed and rocked to sleep are far away and she is only a figure in their dreams, sometimes frightening, sometimes only faceless. [x]

lythy someone has to draw them  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯