Krone
you could be the king
She is the Keeper.
Not queen, not leader, but Keeper of Ischia. She was there to keep the island alive, keep Her inhabitants safe. She was not there to conquer or control, as her father would have had it. She was there to keep the island thriving.
However, with this role, came responsibility, and she found herself not getting much alone time in her schedule. Too many to talk to, too many to watch over, too many to keep from hurting her home. The stress did not easily get to her, but sometimes, she just needed a break.
The tide was low this time of day, exposing the sandbar that led from Ischia to the field where she had once wandered aimlessly. But, she chooses to fly, of course, sailing over the unusually calm sea to the mainland. The warm summer air ruffles through her green feathers, the sun keeping a steady stream of heat onto her dark bodice. The feeling is familiar as it is comfortable - she wouldn't be herself without her wings, without that ability to dance with the ever-changing wind, without that view of the entire world around her.
It is a short flight from the island to the field where she will take a few hours to graze. A few hours of her life without the weight of responsibility resting on her shoulders, and she would welcome them for that brief period. Hazel hues scan the area around her - mostly empty, save for a few horses here and there - until they settle upon a cremello stallion racing along the field's grassy floor. His gallop is unwavering, muscles flexing with each exertion of energy. As she tilts her head, the jeweled shell upon her forehead catches a sun's ray, and light bounces off of it. She floats to the ground before him, tucking her emerald wings to her side, content to watch him run.
but watch the Queen conquer
@[Bastille] sorry the post is kind of sucky!! Just wanted to get something up for ya.
