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Drana

Color identity: Black

Featured art by Mike Bierek

When she was betrayed by Kalitas she drove his crew out DAY ONE she does not tolerate a traitor like that. After all the other bloodchiefs died she became the unilateral leader of all vampires on Zendikar and uses that power to wage war on the Eldrazi. Girlboss.

Anafenza

Color identity: Abzan

Featured art by James Ryman

She spent Saturday evening cleaning her place, reading, and painting her nails. She was restless. She had taken a shower, washed her hair, and shaved, all to wait for him to text her. She thought about calling Karis or reaching out to Olivia, but they both had plans that night. She gave up. She got into her favorite black silk nightgown and turned in for the night. 

She laid in bed wishing she hadn’t changed the sheets. They smelled like him. Then she remembered the last time he was there and her center began to ache as much as her heart longed for him to be there. She slipped out of bed and padded into the bathroom. In her cleaning frenzy, she forgot to put her toys back in the drawer next to her bed. She retrieved them from the granite countertop and when she turned to go back to bed she noticed something that she missed earlier. His t-shirt. It was at one point as close to his body as she longed to be and there it was hanging on the hook on her bathroom door. It had only been a few days of course it still had his citrus, woodsy smell. She grabbed and took a deep breath in and fell onto the plush mattress. She pulled her nightgown over her head and replaced it with his t-shirt. She closed her eyes, slipping her hand into her panties. If only he was really there. 

She didn’t remember when she fell asleep. But the sun was barely up when she heard her phone hit the floor. It was buzzing aggressively and illuminating the room. She scrambled to shut it off when she realized it was a phone call from Drake. 

“Hell-- Hello.” her voice was raspy.

“Hey, good morning.”

“Good morn-- It’s dark outside. What time is it?”

“5 am.”

“Are you insane, where are you?”

“Outside your door.” 

“Oh my God! You’re back! Wait, ugh, that means I have to get out of bed? Remind me to get you a key this week.”

He chuckled as he heard her shuffling around on the other side of the door. After the lock clicked the door slowly crept open. 

“Hey, you slept in my t-shirt?” he asked with a crooked grin.

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

“You don’t.”

“Good, then mind your business and take your shoes off in my home.”

“Aww, you’re grumpy. I’m sorry. I can come ba--” he turned and pretended to leave. 

“Don’t you dare Drake Walker!” she interrupted.

She turned and stretched onto her tiptoes as she flung her arms around him, pressing her lips to his.

“Whoa, someone is happy to see me,” he said as he pulled her closer. 

She broke their kiss, “You have no idea. I didn’t think I would see you this weekend.”

I drove all night to get to you. You didn’t think I’d let my favorite girl be alone on Valentine’s Day, did you? Now get dressed, we have plans.”

“Plans? What should I wear?”

“Something comfortable and maybe bring your bikini.”

Minutes later they were taking a ride in his jeep through Cordonia’s countryside. Their hair blew in the wind as they chatted and caught up. Before she knew it she was looking at a dock and a boat as they parked near a small cabin by a lake that she never knew existed. 

Drake grabbed a blanket and a picnic basket from the back of his truck before walking around to open the door for a stunned Hana. 

“My lady,” he said as he took her hand.

They walked down a hill where Drake spread the blanket next to a tree. They watched the sunrise while he fed her fruit. They talked about things to come while he rubbed her feet.

Later they went for a dip in the lake. After Drake lost a race back to the dock, he gave Hana the steamy kiss they wagered for, before drying off. 

“Swimming was a silly idea anyway,” Drake said, pouting over his loss.

“It was your idea!” Hana laughed. 

“I have a better idea.”

Hana followed him down the dock as he pulled his backpack on. They headed out to the small boat that was tied up at the end of the dock. After they rowed a ways out Drake poured them both a finger of whiskey before he pulled a book out of his bag.

“So, you know I am no good at this romantic stuff, so Li gave me a few tips.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing just fine to me.”

He chuckled nervously. 

“What is it, Drake?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, sort of..”

“Ok, I’ll just get to it.. I know we agreed to take our time. No, let me stick to my plan.”  

He opened the book and began to read.

“Anyone can tell you they love you.

Anyone can flatter you and tell you you're beautiful.

Anyone can make you smile and happy.

Anyone can promise you the world

And the stars and the finest things of life.

But I don't want to be anyone; I want to be the one,

The one who makes you wake up smiling,

The one who makes you walk down the street knowing someone loves you,

The one to bring heaven on Earth for you,

The reason for your joy and happiness.

You are my love,

You are my friend, my lady,

And one day the mother of my children.

In you, I have seen my future,

And in the glow of your eyes and your smile

I know that I found my soulmate.

I love you, baby.”

“Aww, Drake.” Hana swooned.

“Wait.”

He dug through his backpack as he spoke. 

“You know that I am not one for doing things the traditional way, but if I don’t just come out and say it I might lose my nerve.”

“Hana Lee, you mean the world to me. I didn’t know what real love felt like until you came into my life. Would you make me the happiest grump alive and be my wife?”

He opened a black box with a gorgeous heirloom diamond ring.

“Drake, I would love to be your wife, but are you sure? There’s no rush.”

“There is nothing in this world that I want more. So is that a yes?”

“Yes Drake, I’ll marry you.”

He slid the ring his father proposed to his mother with onto her finger. They shared a long sweet kiss before he paddled them back to the dock. 

He gave her a piggyback ride back to the cabin where he cooked her lunch. The afternoon was spent properly celebrating before they headed back to town. 

He carried her sleeping form back into her apartment building. She stirred awake when her barefoot touched the cold metal wall inside the elevator. He carried her bridal style into her apartment and they spent the rest of the evening playing Uno. 

“This is the perfect end to a perfect Valentine’s Day,” she declared.

“Just wait till you see what I have planned tonight.”