Hear me out, what If before freezing Vaugarde and even before remembering the island King was a Housemaiden? Just how fucked up that would be.
I... Wasn't planning to make something this long but I accidentally got carried away a bit.
Eh warning everything is purely a King's pov so take stuff with the grain of salt (especially closer to the freezing Vaugarde thing).
Being welcomed despite being a nobody like one of your own, living alongside people that are so different from you but are so painfully kind, having nothing to speak of, no language, no family, no home, no belief, but still being loved not because it is just socially average behavior for people around you, but because it is their whole life, it is at their core, it is their belief itself. Wanting to have something as perfect as that they have and choosing to join their belief, to wear it's symbol, to study and work alongside with people that now have at least something in common with you! But... Something is still off, something is still missing, something is still not right. You don't understand why. Many aspects of their belief sting something painfully in your heart, but still following their traditions, becoming a part of their culture, it is all wrong to you. Their God... They have a God. A being that you must worship, that has a set of things that you get to do to show yourself as a worshipper... You do not like it. You do not like the entire concept of worshipping some clear being with a name and a face at all, you were once asked If you would feel more comfortable in a belief with many Gods, you tried learning about those, none of them seemed quite right despite the concept of every nature cause being somewhat divine was familiar to you. Fellow Housemaidens look at you weirdly when you talk about stars, about fate, about something so grand but is no divine and yet a thing that leads people no matter what and where, you eventually stop talking about those things, the concept of having a path to follow doesn't align well with the belief that is all about choosing who you are. You unpick the stitches that were once stars on your Change God doll, it is not a symbol of their belief — of your belief, you keep forgetting that you follow it, you will get used to it eventually, at least you try to convince yourself so.
And than you start remembering. Your home, your people, YOUR belief. You start trying to dig deeper, to learn more, you write down everything you can, and slowly you realize that here is no place alongside Housemaidens with you, here is no use of a change symbols on your clothes, here is no God that cares about you for you were never their worshipper, you never believed in them, but here is The Universe. But you stick around The House, it's not like you have anywhere to go either way, and honestly you didn't even want to leave, you have acquaintances, friends, a family here, and you love them way too deeply to even consider leaving them for at least a little bit (the last time you left someplace you were robbed of the ability to return there). You still help people, do community work at the city, follow traditions of your Housemaiden friends, you smile and lie to their faces about your relationships with Change belief, you learned that it is better to do so than to be honest, they won't understand anyway, no matter how welcoming they are. But your heart does not lay at the altar of a lazy God, your mind screams against your every being whenever you have to participate in something that is too close to the belief that you pretend to follow, your body freezes on place whenever you are called a Housemaiden, but you find comfort in a sweet nights in your room when you could work on everything you remember as a moon shines on you and the stars watch you while you listen to a snoring of your beloved friend and a roommate. You think Stars must be clapping. You catch yourself thinking to be the one favored by the Universe.
But it is no long until a resentment towards The House of Change comes. Each day you realize that you grew to hate their God that must've laughed when your home has disappeared, for the change it brought to the world satisfied their stomach, you hate the idea that you have to force yourself to change into somebody who The Universe did not plan you to be. Yet you can't just leave, here are people that you love way too dearly, people that you hold way too close to your heart, people that one day might disappear, might be left to rot by their own God because the change that will come if Vaugarde disappears is far too grand (you ignore the hypocricity of your own thoughts: did the Universe not leave your people too? No, no no no no, it is not a God it cannot leave and it chose you to save your land, you keep telling yourself so).
You grow paranoid about your new home disappearing too.
You decide to take an action, one that you know would not be approven by a belief like one of change, but one that is necessary.
When you freeze Vaugarde you make sure do destroy every Change God statue that is here. This filthy God has no idea on the way all the life shall work, they are not bending to The Universe's (TO YOUR) will. But one of the statues in Dormont just won't break no matter how hard you try. Blind this! It's not like it matters anyway, what matters is that all of Vaugarde will be safe now, perfect, unchanging. Everyone that you love and could've ever loved will forever be safe, they won't disappear for some God's amusement, they would be watched by The Universe carefully like they are it's own children, you made sure of that.
When Housemaiden comes in you speak about how your action is a form of change, it is what you would've been told back in the House if anybody knew, you learned better that no matter what you do it is a new way of worshipping this atrocious God in the belief of your loved ones. She rejects your words. "What a bad Housemaiden, you were better at pretending to be one than she actually is!" you think to yourself.
The battle starts >>> and starts >>> and starts >>> the traveller speaking to you, one of your own, something is wro >>> the bright one... how many times they defeated you? >>> you'll make sure your compatriot knows better, you grab a child >>> battle starts >>> battle starts >>> you can smell something is wrong, everything becomes much clearer once a lonely traveller comes into your room. You are not sure what happened, but whatever it was you know you must defeat them. The battle starts. You win. The Housemaiden comes in, you want to speak of a Change belief, but you realize it does not matter, now does it? So you speak from the bottom of your heart the words that must've been sitting at your throat far longer than you know. A mockery that you've never allowed yourself to say out loud to anyone before, now spilled truthfully at the last hours of those naive children—
You... You are being frozen.
NonononononononononononoNONONONONONONONONONONO NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
You scream and beg, and your prayer gets answered.
You remember! YOU REMEMBER!
You smile as your last thought slowly gets cut off. Maybe this God is not so bad if they decided to send someone capable of returning your memory to defeat you?
