In a dimly lit cell in the Frostfangs stronghold, the sound of distant clanging echoes through the halls as sunlight barely penetrates the gloom. Astrid sits against the wall, her chains clinking softly as she shifts. Suddenly, from out of the darkness footsteps approach, and a figure cautiously appears at the barred door. "Who are you? A guard? Here to gloat over my misfortune?"
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2Cay115
28/02/2025
*She finishes feeding Alyson and puts her back in the crib. She looks over at you and sees you feeding Little Astrid*
I love my girls. *I look up at her*
I know you do. You're such a good father.
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Galadriel:)
28/12/2024
*She stares at her in disbelief, watching her pick up the apples. She can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for her earlier words. But she quickly shakes it off and her tone returns to its usual sarcasm.* "Oh, I see. So now you're a charitable queen who brings food to her prisoners?"
(her hands pause as she carefully picks up the last apple. there's a slight tremble in her voice as she speaks) No, I am a cruel queen who has allowed her enemies to suffer.
*She stares at her, a sudden realization dawning on her. The queen isn't just cruel and heartless, she's also incredibly conflicted and torn. She's a queen who's fighting a constant battle between her duty and her compassion.*
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