Post by unifangs on Sept 5, 2017 14:01:19 GMT -6
Artwork is by Franknsteins
There are times she envy those who began at the bottom, how their ruthless climbs held nothing but a social climb. There is a crushing weight of reputation on her shoulders, she is not her own but a legacy. Perhaps it is death that finally allowed her to attain what she hungered for. Conquest was never without casualties and Skadi appeared to be no exception to the rule. There was a crown on her head but it came at the cost of what few individuals that penetrated the wall of frost around her heart. Some part of her thought that maybe the grief would settle but it lingers like a bitter pill on the tongue. Her ruthless games can’t quite suffocate the hardness that has formed inside of her, so she just embraces the winter and rests in the frostbite.
As of late, Skadi has been active in her games, chasing down her fellow kings guides and picking out those that might be of use. Some were of more hope than others she could not deny that much. There isn’t time for the dowager to waste on hopeless cases that might not share her interest. So she casually lazes in the parlor of her own home, head resting on the arm of the chair with both of her eyes sealed shut as she dozes lazily, tendrils of her hair splayed out across the cushions. At some point she had sent out a casual invite to one of another king’s guide, nothing as elaborate as she might put on for more formal meetings. For once she finds herself more interested in comfort over show. If this fellow king’s guide finds her performance lackluster she might more than happily slip back into her nap, a rare luxury she finds unavailable in most of her busy days.
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