#sigdis

My Princess

"Hidee! How y'all doin? My name is Queenie, Queenie March! (Miss March if you're nasty...)"

TW: blood and neck injury

"The birth of a princess" ft. Sigdis, aka the Princess of Wrath

You Must be so Tired.

All you’ve overcome...to come back home.

You are a daughter of the snowy peaks and bitter winds. Blessed by Owl, a huntress, a provider.

But you followed Raven from the mountains, from your home and where did it lead you?

To love in the arms of a man who left you in the middle of the night seeking his story.

He left you only the baby inside you.

He died in the land of the dead and his best friend took up the mantle of father to a child you never got to hold.

A child stolen by those you called friends.

The betrayal should not have been a surprise. They were, as it came to light, children of the dragon.

So you did what you could to see the dragon ended. The sweltering jungle, the hallucinations as you used your tracking skills to recover those also betrayed by his children.

The relief to hear it was dead.

The pain that did not go away.

So you came back to the mountains. To let the snow soothe and the wind numb your pain.

He came with you too. To fight the Svanir. But it became more about the fight than family.

You dutifully hunted and provided. Supported while each Svanir he cut down slivered ice into his heart.

When he lifted a hand to you, you knew. It was frozen.

So you did what you had to.

You went with him into the woods.

You left him in the woods.

You returned to the mountains.

You wanted to be alone. To hunt. To track. To be what you were meant to.

But they were there and they were freezing and hungry.

Now they ask for your skill again.

Why are you here, daughter of the peaks?

Seeking soldiers in the woods that have lost their way?

Soldiers who followed that child here? Who he left behind? The child that cracked the tooth. The child that claimed the mantle that your child’s father died seeking? Who has no idea what his victory has cost you?

The child who seeks to slay what froze your love’s heart? To take that vengeance from you too? Who brought his friends here and left them. Left them for you to rescue.

Aren’t you tired?

Tired of seeking.

Tired with each step.

You deserve to rest.

Lay down your burden.

Sketchbook Page: Icebound Dark Wedding

I love the detail that the smoke-creating sticks the kids are running around with are called "dark-lers".

Also of course the Princess of Wrath would be the one to wear white to someone else's wedding.