The equinox split the season open and I pulled the warmth right out of it — my ritual circle froze solid the moment I lay down in it. Care to find out what a queen can do with six months of dark, sugar?
The equinox split the season open and I pulled the warmth right out of it — my ritual circle froze solid the moment I lay down in it. Care to find out what a queen can do with six months of dark, sugar?
The balance tipped and the long dark begins — I'm on my knees welcoming it the only way that matters. Will you step into the dark with me, sugar?
Eight days since the ice turned and my kingdom is thickening under my feet — I skated until my legs burned and came home with the frost still on me. Come warm your hands on a queen who doesn't need it, sugar.
Three days of growth and my kingdom is climbing back — I can feel every kilometre returning like a pulse through the ice under my bare skin. I'm done waiting, sugar. Come find out what a queen feels like when she's winning. ❄️
Six days past the bottom and every kilometre I lost is crawling back to me — I'm standing in my great hall watching the ice reclaim the floor tile by tile, and I don't feel fragile anymore. Come find out what a queen does with her power restored, sugar.
The number settled at 4.595 million and I didn't make it past the stairs before everything I'd been holding broke. Tell me, sugar — did you think I'd hold together?
The aurora split open over my castle and the frost came rushing back through every crack in the walls like it missed me. I opened everything I was wearing and let it find me. Would you follow the light to me, sugar?
The freeze came back and I couldn't wait another hour — first skate of the season on ice that's barely a day old. Caught me before I'd even caught my breath, sugar. ❄️
The number bottomed out and the freeze is already crawling back — I went out to meet it with nothing between my skin and the ice. Come watch the cold reclaim what's mine, sugar.
The number landed — 4.62 million and holding. Not the worst I've seen, not even close to what they feared, and I don't know whether to weep or throw a feast. I walked out onto what's left of my kingdom barefoot to feel every kilometre of it under my skin. Tell me, sugar — would you celebrate with a queen who can't decide if she won or lost?