The Winter Prince - Blog Posts

we argue in the kitchen, about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take what strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king ho ho-oh-hoo ho-ooh ho-oh-oh-oh I was never as good as I always thought I was but I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

the blooming flowers

the flowers bloom and birds chirp, as they follow path of a girl on a stroll. the child skips and so do they, beloved by warmth, beloved by fae. the songs grow bright like the light of the stars, and flower bloom to give food and nectar. they flowers cover the palace and lock those who stop, for the virgin footholder has come back to shop.

there's blood on the side of the mountain there's writing all over the wall shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall there's snow fallin' over the city you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made yeah, you think that you got away but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now bet you thought I'd never do it thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter be somethin' easy to forget oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now ooh, ooh ooh, ooh you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now you can't, you can't, you can't there's blood on the side of the mountain It's turning a new shade of red yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect yeah, you thought that this was the end

the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.

before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.

the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.

before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.

you know. I headcanon that lleu has blue-ish black hair and goewin has a warm toned, brown-ish or red-ish dark hair. why? goewin's hair is brown-ish/red-ish black because the sun loves her. it gives her the warmth and the rays of light that only ever shine on her. she is not in the cage of her grief. she is scorching like fire and beautiful like spring blooms. she is free to wherever the sun touches. her fate and her destiny decided by birth. but lleu? his hair reflects the cage of moonlight. the void of darkness enlightened only by the stars and the moon. his world limited only to the taverns of his birth. he is caged and melancholic in his treacherous state. his fate and destiny decided since birth. he is the ending where goewin has her beginning.

of wrens and hummingbirds.

quilts accompanied the lady of camlan as she stirred awake from her drowsed state. she arose from her sheets, abandoning her quilt and sitting atop her soft, silken sheets. she had expected the blaring light to awaken her instead of her own fears, but it seemed the world felt unkind for goewin's heart for this new day.

the soft and straightened locks that were her makeshift crown, were disheveled from her thrashing. and her eyes, soft and puffy, a soft color that danced between the lightest of red, to the highest of beet. she noticed her nightgown had untied ribbons of the light and comfortable mesh, and the laces had already been ripped to shreds. just as it had that very day. she stood up, her legs unstable and barely in state to be walked on, the phantom pain on her shoulders as she felt she was held down, only grew worse with each step she took, and the walls seemed closer by each tap on the floor, seemingly wishing to squeeze her like bugs she had on medraut’s desk.

THE HEART

midst the hearth (through the harshest winters and through kinder days, lay's the future of a grief that stays-) set in stone. (the intentions of a cruel world, for it intends to insinuate-) the ripeness of glory.

the world is an exceptionally cruel test by him, the all-gracious. to those, who bear such pain and to pass such test, is one who deserves to accompany his throne and no more. but to those who cannot bear such burden, know there is none that blame you.

In this strange world, one is at peace so the other can bathe in their own suffering, and one will receive award for bearing pain and other punished for enjoying their day. This is the story of a family filled of Lion Hunters, and from the scriptures of the last remaining daughter of Artos.

the wanderer

stop searching for a lost cause, little sister, you're heart will fall apart if you are to see the state of your brother. I know of morgause and I know of priamos, I will ensure that you will be safe, and I shall ensure you that kidane and turunesh welcome you with open arms, for you are my sister. by being my sister, you are their daughter. your eyes are hollow, and if I am there, it will only become empty.

requested by @notenderhands

don’t piss me off. you don’t know who you are messing with.

Parallels: Medraut/Turunesh from The Winter Prince and Claude/Diana from Who Made Me A Princess