❝ MOTHER -- ❞ ( queen, in formality. healer, amongst the people. but to the boy with a frostbitten heart, she was / is this. ) nearly all of the bitterness of a decade melts before her kindly apparition, but alas. there are wounds beyond muscle and bone which not even a mother’s love can heal.
he falls unto his knees, head bowed. ( shield her eyes from the unworthy son / failure of an heir -- do you hear the whispers carried in the wind, traveling with the ashes of tenebrae? do you know what your firstborn has done? ) he should be in her place, the mourned casualty of niflheim’s greed. instead, he is alive and among the monsters. has she come to scold him, forsake him, or condemn him?
❝ ---- forgive me. ❞
┊ ˚˖↷ @unyieldng