#sigismund

Kydomor Forrix: What did they want him to do? He was literally stuck between two forces, and he couldn't keep both of them in check. One was his primarch, his father, a man that refused to listen to everyone and indulged himself in a marriage that no one in the legion believed could happen, with an outsider that had no contact with them and could never understand their tradition. The others, his brothers, had voiced multiple times how they believed that the woman was straying away from their father to their purpose and that there was no motive in why he should desire a family. Forrix can only sigh deeply, bring back order between the men, and try to keep it together. He doesn't hate you; to be fair, he found you just so out of place. You don't have anything to offer to the Iron Warriors; only your union and your almost isolation against his brother protect you from their hate. He really can't find anything on you that he would find remarkable, but you're not either a brat or talking bad about his father or anyone he knows. He knew, on the other hand, how much you praise him for his work and for his accomplishments, and how much you value everyone who works without a trace of a lie or malice; you just admire him deeply for his great works. Every time he met you, he left the room with a deep red tone on his face.

Qin Xa: One of the ones that never had an actual idea of how to take you when you came. You were a fighter, yes, with those… little iron fan of yours, little shiny things that were more cute than deadly (wait for his expression after he sees their first actual use in battle), but you weren't able to go at their speed. You were so out of place in his eyes… It was only when he realized how stable you were that he understood how much the legion needed you. He was known for questioning his Primarch, understanding that following blindly wasn't a wise decision, and he had usually tried to make his Keshig his example, so you can imagine his surprise when you actually backed him up in a few events. You were in fact loyal to your husband, but you could use another point of view to make a point, sometimes going against the two or even finding common ground with each other. Jaghatai had always loved this trait of yours, and Qin Xa learned to see you as a pair more than as his stepmother.

Gunnar Gunnhilt: We can't say that Gunnar and Lemann's relationship is good; honestly, it is one of the worst between the Primarchs and their First Captains. Which is funny because the two practically adored you in the same amount! Gunnar genuinely believed that if a simple woman was able not only to catch the attention of the Wolf King but even put a ring on him, like a leash, maybe she wasn't normal or simple at all! Your duties consist of preventing the Space Wolves from getting into big trouble against the other legions and eating each other alive. You're a mediator; you're the peacemaker between a bunch of giants, and for Gunnar, this is quite a good trait! The only problem is that Lemann believes that this genuine appreciation towards you is a secret kind of affection, and he hates to smell Gunnar on you during private meetings.

Sigismund: He didn't meet you as "Lady Dorn" or "The Legion Mother." He had met you as "someone that had called up my attention," Rogal's words. Always a few steps behind his gene-father, always there observing and listening, processing that what was happening wasn't a political exchange but an actual courtship led by his father of your persona. Rogal Dorn would never talk so freely with someone and would never accept the request of just walking or showing the Phalanx personally, just because! This realization shocked Sigismund at first, realizing that his father was actually interested in someone, and she was reciprocating! He didn't even know if it was allowed! Even so, he had never once questioned his Lord, even in this new strange adventure, and when his brother spoke up against the idea of a woman jeopardizing their Primarch work, he was there and quickly shut them down. He had…doubts at first, never believing that someone like you could actually manage Dorn schedules and finances and…a bunch of step-sons that refuse to look at you in the eyes, but then he started to spend more time with…like, for real. You actually tried to search for him, listening to him, and, somehow, he started to picture the idea of a mother in your way alongside his memory of Thera. You genuinely care for everyone, for your husband, and now Sigismund has silently sworn that if anything happens to you, he'll be the blade to deliver punishment.

Jago Sevatar: He doesn't look at you with disgust; he looks at you with that glare of arrogance, with the idea that he knows best and yet you're still around. He appreciates that you're basically the emotional support of Konrad; somehow you're able to keep him on the ground, mostly, but he hates the fact that it is YOU that is doing that. A mortal, a human that could die only if he pinched her nose, and still you're there, closer to Konrad than ever, his arm around you like he knows what he and the other think about you and still wants to protect you. He doesn't understand why his primarch should listen to you or consider your opinion with his own; it makes his blood boil. Yet, he refuses to hurt you or to get rid of you, too emotionally entangled with Konrad. and his primarch is not stupid, he listen and he know things, of course he'll connect the dots.

Raldorron: The first captain was known to be someone that, despite his practical and reserved nature, could read the people's minds and hearts. He was in reading a certain character, understanding motives and reasoning, and he was surprised by knowing that the reason why his primarch wished to be wed to you was only for love. You were genuinely in love with him, no second motives, just pure adoration between one another. He was sometimes worried about how you would handle the secrets they carry, since it was obvious that one day someone would slip and reveal them to you, only to find that Sanguinius had already told you everything and you just…accept it. You took it like it was normal, like a normal trait of a species that needs it. He was…surprised, yet relieved somehow. He has to regularly mitigate Azkaellon's curious jealousy for you and his gene-father, but on a daily basis we can say that Raldorn is pretty okay with you.

Gabriel Santar:If Ferrus hasn't already started to squish with his hammer every Iron Hand that commented on how weak the "squishy one" is or that you should just put some bionics on you, it's because of Gabriel. It's hard to believe this, but he was the secret mastermind between his father and your union, suggesting to Ferrus that maybe he should try other tactics than just showing himself to your living quarters and demanding your attention or that he should use some Medusean courtship. tradition to show that his intention. He's as surprised as everyone that Ferrus had actually someone he loved, but if it helps to make his primarch more prone to listen, then who is he to judge? He knows you're weak; you're the only completely made-of-flesh human he had seen in eons, but Ferrus Manus loves you, right? That means you must be something special, right?

Kharn: We have Kharn, first captain, quite a black sheep between his brothers, the equerry for their primarch; then we have Lotara, the strategic mastermind that takes no shit from no one; and then…you, the most despised creature that ever put a foot on the Conqueror. Kharn wasn't sure why all of his brothers could only look at you and then gritted their teeth like if they were rabid dogs or something; his suspicions come from the fact that you made a crack on their father's persona. Before you, he killed everyone and destroyed everything; they needed to make a death list for the serfs and everyone on their flagship staff. After you? He seemed calmer; your voice suited him like a siren. Before he could kill someone, your hands stopped him, and he actually listened. You made a crack; you showed that the Red Angel was able to love and craved that feeling just as he craved blood. For everyone it was a stain on their name; you were the stain. Kharn wasn't just a stepson; he was the one wall that protected you against his brother when Angron couldn't, knowing that one damaged hair on your head would have been a death sentence to whoever was the cause.

Severus Agemman: People describe him as a wall; it is difficult to communicate with him and to deal with him too. He's an impossible man for many, and he doesn't get why his gene-father believed it was such a good idea to create a walking target like you to waltz around like it was nothing. You have no strategic ability, zero combat skills, and you've been targeted by chaos once. What makes you such a good proposal for their primarch? He doesn't get it, but he doesn't even voice it. It was when he talked with you that he noticed your real talent. You were like an open book, and whoever was with you tended to act in the same way. You made his brothers confide in you like they would with a chaplain, but you offered nothing but your loving embrace of a mother. You saw them like you saw your husband, a fighter in need of a moment of peace and quiet. It felt strange to finally open up with someone that he could kill with one finger, but who would hurt you? Even Cato had finally started to confide in you, to grow closer, and now you have almost all the captains that would literally slay hordes of enemy for you. Roboute couldn't feel prouder, and quite jealous; he wished he could spend the same amount of time with you like his sons, but duty calls…

Calas Typhon: You must always be around, don't you? If it wasn't for you, he would have already fallen, converted, and been free from the reign of the false Emperor, but no, you must be that string that keeps everything from crumbling, huh? He hates you; he hates how much Mortarion cares for you, his flower, to the point of always keeping a vigilant eye on you to prevent anything bad from happening to you. He hates that you had sometime tried to help your husband to see in another way, to not despise or hate the psyker, and that they can help, not knowing that he had always been one. Who are you to talk? You that had grown in the best possible way? That somehow had carved a hole in Mortarion's heart and taken residence there? He cannot stand you, but he can't voice it. An accident can finally turn it. No, maybe you can help him… Maybe an accident would be enough to turn Mortarion… He just needs a plan and the right moment to strike.

Ahzek Ahriman:You're not stepmom and stepson; you two are literally buddies. The moment you step up as lady of the Thousand Sons, you secretly sign the fact that you would work on every gap that Magnus's obsession for arcane mysteries makes, and that meant working closer to Ahriman than ever. He is prideful, let's be clear, but like Magnus, he can see a good mind when it is at work, and why should he shy away from the chance to properly guide you on the right path of knowledge? Soon, he'll find out that not only do you share the same vision as your husband and his own, but you would love to be the voice that helps their thoughts bloom, being able to speak for them when no one listens. Hell, you even want to learn their way to be able to understand better their work! It's not unusual for the two of you to just stop working and just chat. He loves chatting with you and loves how pure your mind is and how much he can paint on that blank canvas, enlightening every thoughts of yours. Really, he do hope nothing bad can happen to you, especially since the wolf would use you as a leverage…

Ezekyle Abaddon:You're no warrior, you're no iterator, you're no one, and there you are. There, talking like you know better, like you were at the same level of the mournival, like you matter. You did not matter; you were just cute enough to catch his father's attention, and, somehow, he found you entertaining enough to keep you around. He just hopes he has enough of you so they can finally get rid of your presence, and he doesn't care how close you grow with others. He had fantasized sometime about being personally there to get rid of you, with a bullet in your head…maybe a knife in your thoat,…well a man can hope, right?

Kor Phaeron: Like it or not, he'll get rid of you. He will! Before Lorgar can get attached, before the entire legion starts to praise your presence as his angel, he needs to dispose of you! You're getting too close, too close and too powerful with Lorgar's heart in your hands! It is a risk he had never predicted; he hoped he would never even try to find a lover and now here you are! Putting common sens ein his brain! No, he need to take care of you as he took care of every obstacle before…

Artellus Numeon: He had never questioned why his primarch desired to get a wife; he had, in fact, encouraged him and even wondered what kind of person would be appealing to his gene-father. When you appeared, his only thoughts were that his father had found someone he could love and trust, and like all of his brothers, his entire being rejoiced knowing that his union would be a blessed one. He helped you every step of the way, showing you Nocturne tradition and the works in the forges; he let you meet his closest brothers and the youngest. From the first moment you were declared Legion Mother, he embraced the role of the loving son and encouraged everyone to do the same. He's not stupid either; he knows they can be quite overwhelming sometimes, so of course he's willing to make his brothers behave. Such a good son…

Kayvaan Shrike: when no one dared to speak up when they were told that Corvus intended to marry someone dear to him, he was the one who stepped in and talked. He showed his concern; a baseline would be an easy target on them, and they would be an emotional leverage for their primarch, but since someone was able not only to catch his interest but also to actually make him consider the option of marriage, then that was one chance to be taken and to not hesitate. To everyone's shock, he actually encouraged the union and promptly proposed to secure the new lady where no harm could take her. He has so many duties, he can't watch over you, but he'll make sure, like Corvus, that the best of the men are always closer to prevent any harm from coming to you. It's so interesting to know you; you can actually find out when they are around, making their ability quite futile with you. You want to genuinely meet them to be one of them… Well, he won't deny that teaching you a few tricks wouldn't be such a bad idea, right?