#sabrida

Philippa: Oh my god! Is it an earthquake?

Ida: No, Sabrina was closing a door

Fandom: The Witcher

Pair: Sabrina Glevissig x Ida Emean aep Sivney

Rating: M [for violence, there won’t be any sexual content]

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family

Summary:

The great history book of Kaedwen details the life of the people in the court of Ard Carraigh. Sabrina Glevissig was one of them. In the beginning, they describes her as bright and pure as a goddess, shone like the light of a candle in the blackest night. She always supported the soldiers and tried to draw misguided ones on to the path of righteousness. Yet seems like they were blind to the light. It is written that they nailed her to a wheel. The brave knights of Kaedwen pierced her slender hands and throttled her narrow waist with a rope as the king laughed and encouraged his men to mock her. As the flames licked the wood from the pyre that was readied beforehand, their sneer and mockery turned into trembles because the fire would not accept her. Unmindful of the heat, the king himself scaled the flaming wood and pierced her heart. Thus’ marks the end of the fierce daughter of Kaedwen forest.

History as she has grown familiar with many years of seeing it unfolds, often contains half-truth, pieces of vision of some mere unknowing observer, not of those from the main subject of the passage. While it is correct that the day was her final battle, her end was not.

Sabrina: We'll discuss this later, once Ida tells me how I feel

Ida: I don't tell you how you feel

Ida: Great, it's a date!

Sabrina: i meant that as a threat you damned elf!!!

Fandom: The Witcher

Pair: Sabrina Glevissig x Ida Emean aep Sivney

Rating: M [for some description of violence, there won’t be any sexual content]

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family

Summary:

The great history book of Kaedwen details the life of the people in the court of Ard Carraigh. Sabrina Glevissig was one of them. In the beginning, they describes her as bright and pure as a goddess, shone like the light of a candle in the blackest night. She always supported the soldiers and tried to draw misguided ones on to the path of righteousness. Yet seems like they were blind to the light. It is written that they nailed her to a wheel. The brave knights of Kaedwen pierced her slender hands and throttled her narrow waist with a rope as the king laughed and encouraged his men to mock her. As the flames licked the wood from the pyre that was readied beforehand, their sneer and mockery turned into trembles because the fire would not accept her. Unmindful of the heat, the king himself scaled the flaming wood and pierced her heart. Thus’ marks the end of the fierce daughter of Kaedwen forest.

History as she has grown familiar with many years of seeing it unfolds, often contains half-truth, pieces of vision of some mere unknowing observer, not of those from the main subject of the passage. While it is correct that the day was her final battle, her end was not.