MalkiaoftheWaste's Clan

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@endlessangels for Woda nd Vesi's babs
@RedRilvi 200kt for Shamrock/Shamrock girl
@Glisselda 100 gems or treasure equivalent

Queen Freesia of The Molten Scar, alight with the same liquid fire as the very land she rules. Unlike most of the dignitaries in her neighboring kingdoms, Freesia was not born into royalty. She was born to a simple metal-worker and his wife, her home for the first few years of her life a very humble abode, just another ordinary cave carved into the side of an ordinary cliff. But anyone who saw the young lady could tell, she was anything but ordinary.

Growing up was hard for her, she was mocked for her burning gaze, by her peers and by some of the more religious adults in her neighborhood. Freesia took it all in stride though, letting the prodding and poking only stoke her fire, instead of dousing it. She knew she was destined for greatness, even if everyone around her didn't, one day, she'd show them.

It was many moons before that day came. Freesia grew into a fierce young lady, learning to work with her hands courtesy of her father, learning the ways of polite civilization courtesy of her mother, and learning how to stay true to herself, courtesy of her neighbors. She managed to get herself a job as one of the royal smiths, creating pieces of beautiful art for the royal family. That's how she met him. The king of the Molten Scar.

It seemed Freesia's day had finally come...

Days passed, fittings for her pieces turned into conversations, conversations turned to shared meals, shared meals turned to linger glances and longing stares...until finally it all turned into a marriage, and then ultimately a tragedy.