#dhgrimhilde

→ THE HOMELANDS

i. she spawns from a life of nothing, skin littered with dirt and sweat from hard days of labour, but that layer does nothing to hide the beauty she possess. even when she owns nothing, the world eats from her dainty fingers, and she rises to power.

queenship is wrapped neatly for her just as it was promised, nights during her childhood of secret desires and praise whispered into her ears from a wishful father and absent mother setting the base for her goals.

yet, she is not happy. the king weeps for his fallen queen, and the land looks at her as the runner-up. she intrudes on the monarchy, and is looked at as nothing but a pretty replacement until the day the true beauty will rise. and her pure heart twists.

ii. the lands affairs no longer concern her, unless it has to do with her appearance. she is no longer looked over, she makes sure of that, and all know not to question the queen who rules them with a face of beauty and heart carved of ice.

from cherry lips fall every command for execution, harsh eyes watching as her people pleaded to live, and she laughs— laughs at their pain, at their misery, and at the tears that fall from their eyes as they cry to her. she gives little thought as their bodies decay in the dungeons, and maybe that’s the reason it’s so easy to target the little stain her late husband left behind.

it enrages her, how such a work of innocence proves harder to deal with than she thought, but she learns. if you want something done right, do it yourself.

iii. she’s driven deeper into her insanity with only one goal in mind— eliminate the fairest to become the fairest. her plan seems so foolproof, like nothing could ruin the outcome she’d been so sure would happen.

yet, she falls, hard and fast in her feeble old frame, and not even her magic can save her now. it’s on the throes or death that she is saved, approached with a deal.

she isn’t stupid, she knows she’s far too weak to save herself, so she takes the unknown hand. she can feel the change, her shift, and the world becomes a haze.

→ DONGHWA

i. she wakes in a daze, eyes glazed and ears full of foreign sound. it’s too bright, too loud, but she feels different— better than she’s ever felt before. maybe it was her new surroundings, the new life that was now within grasp, or the new body she absolutely adored.

her smile is golden, and no matter how many she passed, she never found another whose beauty surpassed her own.

ii. old habits are hard to break. still she keeps her eyes open, gaze cast towards all she passed on a regular basis, challenging and harsh. while weak, she still retains enough power to put anyone in their place, and as long as her facade holds itself, all is well.

she walks with an empty grin, and her eyes cut. it’s the role she keeps, one of power and importance— even in this world, she will be queen, no matter the domain.

iii. her coats are lined in silk, face the perfect canvas, and nothing could be any more perfect. her head stands tall and she walks with strength. she can feel their stares, their whispers of envy and longing, and her heart flutters madly.

finally, all is as she’d wanted.

her burden is no where in sight, she leads in the cosmetics field, and she’s sought after by all. what more could she wish for?

→ GLAMOUR