❛ it is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair. ——————————————— @unfaeri !
UN-SEELIE QUEEN, with a tongue sharp and fierce as an ice-forged blade. the huntress has heard the whispers of these fae, and of what happens in the courts of short hours and long shadows. treachery, bloodshed, malice — all rightfully feared, especially by the ageless. mistrust between mortal and immortal has persisted, yet that between fae cannot be so easily predicted. diplomacy is but a mask for motives that grow ever darker. truly, a tentative peace depends on little more than the simmering, ruthless fury of ruling beings remaining behind the barricades of seasons, holed up in their ancient dwellings, never stepping beyond the borders drawn up by the wisest of fools in years that have passed away with the wind.
❛ you believe strength cannot rely on fairness ? ❜
what can the young make of what came before them ? it is piecing together of what has already been broken, deciding which stolen shards might prove the sharpest weapons. a keen searching gaze follows each step of the unseelie, clad in shimmering robes that twinkle like freshly-fallen snow. she wonders how long the queen has remained cold : how much death it takes to freeze a heart in a state of beautiful permanence, a face drained of blood and age.
❛ — i thought it was the treaty among the courts that has kept many threats from crossing into your realm. ❜ a shimmer of intelligent mirth, ❛ THAT, OR THE COLD. ❜
