Ygritte
Kreios. How they had began.
Her father, in all his wisdom, arranged a monarchy for the Falls. With a rather blatant side-eye, Ygritte agreed with dragging hooves and plenty of attitude in tow. He had been shy, quiet, uncertain of her and Ygritte had reacted accordingly...like any mare would. Hard looks and a jutted chin but over time, he melted her heart and she had chosen him over all others. No other stallion compared to him in the cocoa of her eyes.
And nothing had changed as she remains so close to him that his warmth radiated against her skin. The mare must concentrate to listen to him as she wearily daydreams while listening to the calm tone of his voice (Kreios could always calm her) and the gentle vibrations of his voice. She forces herself to look upward to the tall king (he would always be her king) and she nods slowly, making herself be brave for him. She had been a queen after all...and just because they had lost their home does not make her any less of a queenly mare. A smile touches the corners of her lips as she agrees, reaching to press her cheek to his.
"Yes, we will." The words came out a little fainter, a little more wavering than they had expected but the muddy, scratched mare with tangled flowers in her saturated forest water hair did not falter in stance as she pulls away from the spotted man and instead takes his side, her head high and gaze solid as she looks over the lands next to him.
Her father, in all his wisdom, arranged a monarchy for the Falls. With a rather blatant side-eye, Ygritte agreed with dragging hooves and plenty of attitude in tow. He had been shy, quiet, uncertain of her and Ygritte had reacted accordingly...like any mare would. Hard looks and a jutted chin but over time, he melted her heart and she had chosen him over all others. No other stallion compared to him in the cocoa of her eyes.
And nothing had changed as she remains so close to him that his warmth radiated against her skin. The mare must concentrate to listen to him as she wearily daydreams while listening to the calm tone of his voice (Kreios could always calm her) and the gentle vibrations of his voice. She forces herself to look upward to the tall king (he would always be her king) and she nods slowly, making herself be brave for him. She had been a queen after all...and just because they had lost their home does not make her any less of a queenly mare. A smile touches the corners of her lips as she agrees, reaching to press her cheek to his.
"Yes, we will." The words came out a little fainter, a little more wavering than they had expected but the muddy, scratched mare with tangled flowers in her saturated forest water hair did not falter in stance as she pulls away from the spotted man and instead takes his side, her head high and gaze solid as she looks over the lands next to him.