SER BEK FINALLY QUEEN
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SER BEK FINALLY QUEEN
Drawn by me on procreate.
I know the face is bad I’m so bad at them any tips would be great appreciated!!
how did we like the ball guys…
A kiss uponst thy cheek
Fan art
The swan mage holding ser beks spear (guys this is my first drawing so please no hate xx)
Poem of crossed kingdoms
Beneath the pixel’d sky of night, A swan-wing’d mage took silent flight. Her feathers shone a gentle blue, Above the lands were banners blue.
From tower high with lantern light, She guard’d the heavens day and night. A mage of wind, of cloud and air, A swan that wander’d everywhere.
Across the fields of crimson land, Where Red’s proud banners ever stand, There walk’d a knight in armor green, Both bold of heart and watchful keen.
She serv’d the Red King’s distant throne, Though that fair realm was not her own. Yet still she stood both brave and near And held aloft a diamond spear.
The castle strong of stone was made, With torchlit walls that never fade. From towers high the watchmen cried, Whilst Red and Blue in battle vied.
For long the kingdoms war had known, Each seeking land not theirs alone. Blue stood ‘gainst Red in endless strife, With arrow, blade, and loss of life.
Yet by the lake at twilight’s fall, Where quiet waters softly call, The swan-mage glided from the blue And there the Red knight came to view.
They spake beside a humble flame, No king, nor crown, nor court to claim. “Good knight,” quoth she, “what seekest thou Upon this lonely border now?”
The knight then laid her spear aside: “’Tis not for war that I abide. For when I look in eyes of thine, All battle fades, all stars align.”
Thus oft they met in secret shade, Through forest deep and cavern glade. Where glowing ores in darkness lie And Ender stars adorn the sky.
But magic wanes as roses die, Though tended well ‘neath gentle sky. The swan grew pale, her wings grew slow, A with’ring rose ‘neath winter snow.
The knight knelt low with sorrow’d heart, Her diamond spear now set apart. “My love,” she whisper’d soft and true, “No king holds more command than thou.”
Though Red and Blue still clash in might, And banners burn throughout the night, Beyond the war, beyond the scar, Two faithful hearts endure afar.
For though the swan grew faint and slow, Like petals lost in falling snow, Yet still she flies where skies restart— Forever held in thy knights heart.
written by meeee!