#phresine

I need my golden crown of sorrows, my bloody sword to swing,

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

I am no mother,

I am no bride ,

I am King.

Attolia Irene in a set of three drawings for @hippolytas, for Hamiathes' Gift Exchange 2022

Art treat for @artino-c for the @hamiathesgiftexchange 2022!

Phresine: It’s a lovely novel. It’s the story of a young girl’s struggle with the burden of leadership as she journeys through space.

Attolia: Yeah, that’s it.

Eugenides:

Eugenides: Am I supposed to be the little girl?

Phresine when that mealy-mouthed self-dealing bootlicking pent kissed irene

Hello Inktober!

Late but whatever, I’m gonna finish this >:|

This year is pretty much going to be a love letter to the Queen’s Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner. P.S. The deep dive into Byzantine-Ottoman-Turkish clothing and architecture has been real and consuming 😂 P.P.S. Please don’t re-post to another site!

Without further ado,

Day 1 - ring

“Standing in front of Costis, with her back to the others in the hallway, Phresine held out a gold seal ring, set with a carved ruby.

“Come with me, please, Lieutenant,” she said.

Costis shook his head, surprised. He couldn’t leave the king’s door.

She looked up at him gravely and lifted the ring a little higher. It was the seal ring of the Queen of Attolia. Holding it, Phresine spoke with the voice of the queen. To disobey her was to disobey a direct order from the queen.”