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[breathothewild]

don’t fuck with mama yen

[breathothewild]

Sylvia Anna… A lovely name, don’t you think? This beauty should come as no surprise, given it’s the name of the daughter of a duke and the sister of a duchess. Yet the fate Syanna (as her intimates called her) met was not as beautiful as might have been suspected for one so well-born. She came into this world during an eclipse and thus fell victim to the panic surrounding the Curse of the Black Sun.

[breathothewild]

If this world has ever known a ruler who enjoyed the absolute admiration of her subjects without the need for systematic repression or a particularly cruel hangman, it was, without a doubt, the sovereign of Toussaint, Duchess Anna Henrietta. Called Anarietta by those who knew her well, she was the widow of the late lamented Duke Raymund and one-time lover of a very famous and talented artist who would prefer to remain anonymous.

[breathothewild]

There are two ways out of this land. My darling sister blocked one when she tossed me in here. The other is up there, in the clouds.

[breathothewild]

She’s cold. Spirits left her. Must have passed shortly before we found her..

[breathothewild]

' She is not a child,' the voice repeated. 'She is the Flame, the White Flame which will set light to the world. She is the Elder Blood, Hen Ichaer.'