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sothequeensays · 1 month
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With each word, it becomes clear that there is something the Queen and her faithful servants missed
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aimeelouart · 5 years
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Some character design work for my comic series over at @sothequeensays
The Queen’s handmaidens are composed of sisters born from a large clutch, eight of whom became handmaidens, eight of whom became the Queensguard, and ten of whom died before adulthood. Four of the eight are pictured here. The handmaidens operate as the Queen’s assistants, representatives, and agents, and are as likely to run an errand as they are to perform covert operations. Unlike the Pale King, the White Lady has no official livery, though the sisters have all incorporated a white piece into their adornments out of deference to their Lady.
Lily, the eldest of the entire clutch, is both the head of the handmaidens and the second-in-command of the Queensguard, under Dryya.
Agerata is bold and sharp in temperament, serving as a ‘gatekeeper’ of sorts to direct audiences with the Queen. Agerata also serves as the Queen’s ambassador to Deepnest when necessary.
Peony, naturally gentle and nurturing, is most often called upon to tend the Queen’s gardens and pets, as well as deal with children and bugs of nervous temperament.
Tulip is the diplomat of the bunch, sharing both Agerata’s boldness and Peony’s tendency toward measured speech. Tulip serves as the Queen representative in the Pale Court.
Not pictured are Rose, Belladonna, Iris, and Calla.
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sothequeensays · 27 days
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The child offers a token of understanding
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sothequeensays · 1 month
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The child speaks with the authority of a Prince of Hallownest
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sothequeensays · 1 month
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Larix and Agerata realize that they’ve been followed
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sothequeensays · 9 months
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Agerata tries to reassure the child, who hears and sees things a little differently than most.
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sothequeensays · 2 years
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Agerata makes another connection between this child and its father before she and Larix quickly chase after the child.
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sothequeensays · 2 years
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Agerata, who had yet to see any of the Children until now, draws a connection from Regulus’s wings to those of his father
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sothequeensays · 3 years
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Much to their shock, Larix and Agerata catch their first glimpse of Regulus.
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sothequeensays · 4 years
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As Larix and Agerata try to keep the scout from escaping and reporting the White Lady’s actions, someone unexpected lies in wait.
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sothequeensays · 4 years
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A Handmaiden and a Queensguard chase the wayward scout, but the outcome is far from certain
Back to my normal hardware/software setup and... wow this looks so much better. Oof. Also, I was considering hosting this on Ao3 as well, since embedding images isn’t too much work, but I would appreciate any thoughts you all have on the matter.
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sothequeensays · 5 years
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Sketchdump, since I’ve finished stage one of the next update and should probably post these before I finish that
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sothequeensays · 5 years
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The White Lady’s private office is less of an office and more of a greenhouse that just so happens to contain records and writing materials. Nestled deep in the heart of her Gardens, the office is one of the most well guarded spaces in the entire complex—and so the perfect place to form her plot. It is here that she is sitting as she scrutinizes her husband’s reports, gathering every piece of information she can in preparation. A handmaiden stands to the side of her stone desk, transcribing the White Lady’s words whenever she reads aloud a particularly relevant passage. Dryya is absent, but fully half of the Queensguard stand sentinel at the doors.
When those doors open, around midday, she pauses and looks up from her work. Another handmaiden walks in and curtseys gracefully before announcing the visitors who trail in her wake. “My Lady, may I present the Great Knights Ogrim and Isma.”
“Excellent,” the White Lady says, setting aside the report. “Thank you, Agerata, you are dismissed.” Agerata curtseys again and departs, leaving the Knights to stand alone before their Queen.
“You have my gratitude for coming so quickly,” the White Lady says, rubbing tiredly at the space between her eyes. A mild ache has formed there over the course of the day.
Ogrim and Isma exchange a glance. “Of course,” Isma says cautiously. “No less for you, my Lady. Do you have need of us?”
“Perhaps. But first—“ she gestures to her handmaiden—“Iris, if you would?” The handmaiden pulls two records from a cubby in the wall and hands one to each Knight before returning to the Queen’s side. The office is utterly silent as they read, expressions growing uncomfortable as they realize precisely what the records outline.
Isma finishes first and looks up. “My Lady,” she says haltingly, searching for words, “what...is this?”
The White Lady folds her hand together and offers the Kindly Knight a grave look. “Has the King informed you of his plan? To contain the pestilence?”
“A limited amount,” Isma admits with a shake of her head. “He…described an automaton, a biological creation with no true life, hollowed out to contain the Light. But this…” she trails off, looking back down at the document in her grasp. “This is...unspeakable.” When she raises her face again, desperation is written across every line of her body. “Why would you show this to me—to us?”
“Because I require your assistance in preventing a tragedy,” the White Lady says quietly. “My Wyrm is no longer thinking clearly about this. There is no hope of dissuading him. But I have resolved to rescue my children when they emerge, and spirit them away to these very Gardens, where they might grow in peace and safety.”
Ogrim speaks up for the first time, sounding deeply conflicted. “My Queen...this is treason.”
She sighs at the accusation, though it had lacked any bite. “Perhaps,” she acknowledges. “But I mean no harm to my husband or to Hallownest. I only hope that innocents might be spared and in doing so I might force the King to find another way.” She bends like a burdened sapling, pressing her forehead into the palm of her hand. Her voice drops to a whisper. “Another cost to pay. Anything but this.”
Ogrim and Isma exchange another, longer glance. “Dryya supports you,” Ogrim says, and it’s not a question.
The White Lady raises her head. “Yes. As do my handmaidens—“ Iris nods, boldly meeting each of the Knights eyes— “and my Guard.”
“We stand with our Lady,” the guards at the door say in unison. “We stand with our Lady’s children.”
“Against the King?” Isma murmurs to herself. “Or…” she looks down at the document. “...against an act of ill-considered evil?”
“I will stand with you in this,” Ogrim declares suddenly, startling both Isma and the White Lady. He looks to Isma, a silent question communicated between them.
Isma’s answer comes slowly at first, then with growing confidence. “I will stand with you as well, dear Queen. I will stand with you! And I will stand with your children!”
The White Lady exhales, slumping as if a great burden has suddienly been lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you,” she says, pure relief on her face. “Thank you.”
Then her expression turns from relief to determination. “Now come. We have much to prepare for.”
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