#ciana

A little sketch because I hadn't drawn for a few days because I was at the fair

Cia and Lana in my au come together as one person, so I chose to call her Ciana, and obviously she still loves Souls a lot!

Souls on the other hand always blushes when she showers him with compliments, this makes him very sweet in my opinion!

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

(It often depends what they’re smiling about. I’ll got with genuine for right now)

(All of them rarely smile these days. With bitter conflict between Galeem and Dharkon, and Ciana with a hard time expressing herself, you’ll hardly see a smile cracked.)

(Galeem does smile, but only really towards things that bring her happiness.)

(Dharkon smiles when he’s happy and when he’s won at a competition of sorts. It can be anything, from axe throwing to who can fold laundry the quickest.)

Ciana | The Queen of Valon Taivas | Gracious One

Age - Around 33 years (looks like she’s 23)

Height - 5′7′’

Abilities - Can summon light and convert it into energy, can dispel darkness (limited ability)

Looks - Brown hair, pale skin, strangely translucent eyes

Traits - desperate, confused, foolish, gentle, misguided

Facts - Ciana became queen after her grandfather died | she just happened to be a skylal | she was married about 12 years ago | who is her husband???? | very lenient with her subjects | wants loyalty | scared of the guardians because of their power and the fact that they could dethrone her if she crossed them too much | cares more about her reputation than the guardians’ opinion of her

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“What are you going to do?”

Ciana lifted her head from the piles of parchment on her desk.

“I don’t know,” she sighed, “Can you just manage this for me? Write apologetic letters of denial for both Lerain and Duya?”

“I am not your secretary neither am I the ruler of this kingdom. When is the last time you wrote an official document? In fact when is the last time, you’ve even read one over?”

“That is not fair,” she cried, standing up, “I am doing my best. Do you know how much prejudice is against you, and how hard I’m trying to keep the council civil?”

“And yet you still do not encourage respect.”

“I want my people to love me,” Ciana tossed her braid over her shoulder, yanking a piece of parchment out from the pile and smoothing it out over her desk, “And I will not do it by threats or fear.”

“Yes, they love you, but they don’t respect you either.”

“Then what do I do?” Ciana asked desperately, “Being queen is all I can do for this kingdom!”

Across the room, Prince tilted his head at her, his eyes glowing through the gauze wrapped around his eyes. 

“You let us leave.”

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