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BYE I JUST GOT RAN OVER

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Artemis quickly swiped her leg behind her, forcing Ell to fall and then pressing her head into the grass harshly.

“Not really, I woke up a bit ago. Lovely weather, hm?”

She says, forcing a smile on her face as she presses Ell’s face more into the ground.

”Ell.”

Artemis says, looking down from her as she sits at the top of the garden, her sword at her right side, her hand right next to it, involuntarily flexing to grab the hilt. Just incase. The moon is high in the sky, crafting a pinkish glow on the garden from the amount of lanterns that adorn the garden itself.

“Artemis!” Ell shouts back, gleefully, scythe held tightly her hands. “I wanted to talk. Now.” Without hesitation, she began to make her way up the rocks at a risky speed, hopping over her scythe as support. Once she had reached near the top, she climbed behind, removing herself from Artemis’s view, then slowly pulling herself up. “…”

She stood behind her, a small smile covering her face. “Boo.”

The wind accommodated her in her act, holding up surprisingly well despite the cold night breeze.

“Are you tired, Artemis?”

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MAIN FOCUS: Artemis

T.W. - Mentions of SA.

Name: Artemis [REDACTED/NO LAST NAME.]

True Name: Akane Hanamoto

Nicknames: Art, Arte, A “Work of Arte,” Sacrifical Lamb.

Gender: Female

Species: Goddess

Titles: Goddess of Peace, Goddess of the Court.

Text color: Red

Open for asks.

^ Depiction in art. Made by me.

Overview

Known as the Goddess of Peace, her presence is soft, almost ghostlike, but carries the weight of unspeakable grief. After her mysterious revival, Artemis wanders sacred ruins and forgotten temples, carrying both a burden and a calling. She is gentle, kind, and full of compassion… but something in her eye suggests that peace has never come easy.

She avoids conflict, yet cannot seem to escape it. When others approach, she feels an overwhelming pressure of sorrow, like something beautiful left to rot in the dark.

Appearance

True form

Artemis is a small, fragile figure, only 5’3 and weightless in both body and presence. Her long black hair spills down past her waist like a mourning veil, and her pale grey eyes are distant, always clouded with sorrow. She moves as if she doesn’t belong here, barely making a sound, her bare feet trailing ash or petals behind her. Her skin is ghost-pale, almost luminous, and sometimes faint cracks or glowing veins pulse just beneath the surface, like she’s made of something holier, and more breakable, than flesh.

She wears a flowing white kimono stitched with delicate red lotus blossoms, her divine sigil, resting on her sleeve and hem like a prayer. The robes are too large for her tiny frame, draping and folding around her like temple cloth. A crown of fractured lotus petals hovers behind her head, inscribed with black celestial markings, a broken halo for a broken goddess. Her wings are usually hidden behind her back, but they will be stretched out sometimes. Despite her size, her presence is overwhelming. Time seems to slow when she enters, and silence deepens into reverence. She doesn’t feel alive, but she is. She doesn’t feel divine, but she was.

Fake form

Before the divine silence took her, Artemis stood taller, still gentle, still soft, but cloaked in something brighter. In this form, she was a vision of sanctity and beauty: glowing wings outstretched behind her, a crown of radiant spikes and flowers atop her head like a sunburst. Her dress shimmered like woven prayer threads, adorned in white daisies and divine embroidery that trailed around her like a walking offering. Her black hair was curled and adorned with blossoms, the weight of it regal, not mournful. Her eyes were still sad, but back then, they still held hope.

She stood at 5’6, appearing more celestial than ever, her presence evoking reverence instead of grief. Her garments were pure white, flawless, ceremonial, and her back bore two massive wings, feathery and immaculate. She was a goddess untouched. People bowed when they saw her. The wind moved to protect her. And yet, beneath all the light, something was already cracking.

Statues

Artemis’ statues are frail and slender, built by desperate worshippers rather than master sculptors, giving them a rushed, human quality. She stands lightly as if weightless, hands held near her chest in an offering gesture, with long, delicate fingers and half-lidded, serene eyes carved shallowly into pale, weathered stone. Her wings arch forward, feathers ragged and chipped, while her simple gown falls in uneven, rough pleats. Cracks and tool marks remain visible across her surface, and a faint circlet behind her head is fractured and thin. The bases are often small and crowded with scratched prayers, wax drips, and offerings, which was quiet evidence of the few who truly believed in her divinity.

Behavior

Often pauses mid-sentence or mid-action, trying to orient herself.

Occasionally forgets the current time or place, referencing the past as if it’s still happening.

Touches or clutches her chest or arms when overwhelmed—grounding herself in her new reality.

Feels emotions very intensely—she might go from serene to panicked or furious quickly.

Craves closeness but fears abandonment—may over-apologize or suddenly push others away.

Has a strong need for predictability—changes in plans or surroundings can deeply upset her.

Might engage in stimming behaviors (e.g. rubbing her fingers together, humming, repetitive phrases).

Hyperfixates on certain peaceful rituals like arranging flowers or singing old hymns in a specific tone.

Backstory

Akane Hanamoto was born unlucky. With both of her parents being gods, making her one, but… she didn’t feel anything. You know that feeling when you ‘get blessed by the gods?’ That feeling of a weight being lifted off of your shoulders, as if you’re on a cloud? Well, all Akane felt was pain. Like she had been smashed with a tenfold of weights despite being a baby.

For the entirety of her life, she was blinded from the world and restrained from using any kind of powers. She was trapped in a Minka, in which her door had a deadbolt lock, so escaping was… out of the picture. Instead of either growing up to be a normal girl or a god, she grew up to be trapped. To be confined. Akane soon learnt how to hate, which was what her parents wanted. They wanted her to hate the world, to be like them, the gods of chaos and war. But deep within her, she knew that she still had a shimmer of kindness inside her body. She would get out of here.

But everything changed when she was seven.

Akane laid on the floor in her ‘room’, staring at the ceiling. It was her birthday. December 17th. Her father, Atlas, entered her room, and you could hear her mother, Anastasia, faintly crying in the background, causing Akane’s ears to perk up, and she stood up immediately.

She asked what had happened, and Atlas simply smirked, asking if she wanted to save her mother. Akane immediately agreed, hoping that it would gain her mother’s approval. Her father laid her back down on the floor, and…

When Akane woke back up, two small angel wings appeared on her back, and her chest was… a bloody mess. What had he done?

The next ten years of her life was spent in silence, until she was seventeen. She had finally escaped her enclosure in the Minka and was now starting to gain her powers back due to breaking out of her chains. She found a golden sword with flower markings on it trapped in the ground, and she pulled it out. After thoroughly, she decided to keep it. That soon proved to be the worst decision of her life.

The sword took control of her mind, her body at times. It made her lash out. It made her hate. It made her die. The sword took control of her once more, as if it was an everyday occurrence—which it was, angling the blade towards her neck, before shoving it directly inside her Adam’s apple.

Akane fell to the ground, red blood oozing out of her neck. However, that blood soon turned to black.

—

‘Akane’ woke up, in that exact same spot. The sword was still shoved into her neck, so she slowly lifted up her arms to take it out. Once taking it out and putting the sword a few inches away from her, she touched the stab wound with her digits, before pulling back, expecting to see red blood, but instead seeing black blood. Black ichor. The fluid that flows like blood in the veins of gods. She had done it! She had ascended to godhood! Forcing herself up, she noticed that whenever she took a step, small flowers grew behind her trail. She had decided that she would make her own domain—somewhere where everyone could be free.

For the next year, Akane- or, well, Artemis, as she now went by, built her domain. Her garden of eden. A place where everyone could be safe, where she would keep everyone safe.

Though, that didn’t stay the same.

During a particularly terrible storm, she had emerged to try and alleviate it, but it didn’t work, causing others to question her powers. She heard a voice from above, and others did too, as she saw their heads turn upwards.

“The only way to calm the storm is to silence its source. Go on, stab her.”

She tried to run—but one person whose powers were already weakened from using too much of them versus ten humans, most of them being males, well, it was obvious who won.

They all continued to stab her, after all ten people, they went again for another ten times. The pain was unbearable. They all stabbed in vital places, her throat, her heart, and her stomach, causing the pain to tenfold. After all was done, she was left on the ground, ichor flowing out of every part of her body that was left agape from the stabs.

When Artemis was finally able to pick herself back up and make her way to the garden, she was horrified at what she saw.

Everything that she had ever worked for, hoped for, was all set aflame. She could barely move, she was out of power, so what COULD she do except for stare and pray, deep inside that this was all a dream?

Unfortunately, all that praying didn’t work. Everything was gone.

—

The next few years were spent in silence as she went into seclusion, not answering a prayer, offering, or call in need. She was rebuilding her garden, her power.

When all was done, Artemis had decided.

Everything was taken away from her, why shouldn’t she take everything away from them? After all, an eye for an eye. No matter if she was the Goddess of Peace, or Trial, or whatever. They took everything away from her. Her garden. Her life.

Artemis emerged out of seclusion, and people were delighted to see their goddess back. But that wasn’t for long. 

Nearing a kingdom, which appeared vaguely familiar, but she didn’t comment on it, she raised her arm, balling her hands into a fist, and then she heard a building tumbling down, people’s screams, prayers for the gods to save them, that this was just a dream. How familiar.

Though this bloodshed did not last for long. The other gods had found her and taken her for punishment.

To all of the people that she had murdered, she was burnt, cut, and whipped, leaving her with multiple scars littered all around her body. The other gods had even managed to blind her in one eye and then give her a scar on the other. It was truly a miracle how she wasn’t blinded in both eyes.

She had vowed to never kill without a valid reason again, and was thrown off of a god’s island back to her guardian, in which she  went back into seclusion to rebuild her power.

—

Relations

Person|(Status)|[Liking]|[Trust]|Reason

Anastasia (Biological Mother) — [0%] [0%] — Artemis despises Anastasia due to her trapping her in the Minka and beating her on several occasions. She only wishes the worst for Anastasia.

Atlas (Biological Father) — [0%] [0%] — Similar to Anastasia, Artemis despises Atlas due to him sexually harassing her on multiple occasions, and him killing her.

Archeon (Husband) — [100%] [89%] — As her husband, she adores him. He was with her through thick and thin. There isn’t much to say.

Seth (Adoptive Daughter) — [89%] [65%] — Artemis felt bad for Seth once figuring out what she went through when she was four, so she decided to take her under her wing. (haha get it.) They are still working some things out due to them now starting to be in communication with each other again.

Pancakepieman45 (Adoptive Father) — [67%] [32%] — Artemis does truly love Pancake, but can’t trust him on certain occasions because he will go against her wishes.

Brutus/Zephyros (Adoptive Father) — [78%] [77%] — Artemis loves Brutus, choosing to cling to him and trust him as if he were her actual dad.

Nora (Adoptive Mother) — [87%] [96%] — Artemis adores Nora. The reason why certain rankings are down is because she chose to get together with someone who tried to kill her kid.

Daisy, Daisy Bell (Niece) — [89%] [84%] — Artemis likes Daisy, but just wishes she is able to speak to her more without being crowded by NPCs.

Starella Bell (Niece?) — [75%] [68%] — Artemis sees good in Star, it reminds her of when she was a child, but cannot bring herself to trust Star fully.

Isabelle (Little Sister Figure) — [78%] [88%] — Artemis finds comfort in Isabelle’s presence, as she had been there for her through thick and thin since the birthday.

Florence De Rozalene (Friend) — [67%] [36%] — Though having met Florence once, Artemis enjoys their company. She just cannot bring herself to fully trust her yet.

Mercury Eventide (Friend) — [87%] [65%] — Artemis finds comfort in Mercury’s presence. You could probably find the two somewhere near each other, yet she cannot bring herself to trust her fully yet.

Elijah/Jumper (Acquaintance) — [56%] [21%] — Artemis has only met Elijah a few times, and have barely held a conversation with him, but they can tell that he’s a good kid.

Sleuth (Acquaintance) — [45%] [17%] — Artemis has seen Sleuth a few times, yet doesn’t trust him. They do emphasize with his past, though.

More will be added soon! If you want your character added just comment. (P.S - if Artemis has never met your character you will not be getting one.)

Powers

Artemis has the ability to manipulate reality. She possesses an incredibly powerful and complex skill that allows her to alter the fabric of existence itself. This ability goes beyond simple physical or mental manipulation—it enables her to reshape the very laws of nature, time, space, and even perception. She can modify the environment, change the course of events, or even create and erase objects and people at will.

Her manipulation can take on various forms, such as:

Physical Alterations: Artemis can change the physical world around her. For instance, she could move objects without touching them, create matter out of nothing, or alter the appearance of people and places. This could involve transforming objects into different substances or reshaping landscapes.

Time Manipulation: Artemis is able to accelerate, slow down, or even rewind time. She could stop time completely, make events happen in reverse, or alter the course of history by making small changes that have vast ripple effects.

Perception Shifting: Artemis can bend what others perceive as real. She can create illusions so convincing that others experience them as true reality, or erase memories, alter emotions, or even make people believe false things without realizing it.

Emotional or Mental Reality: Artemis is also able to manipulate not just the physical world, but the psychological state of others. This means controlling or altering how people think, feel, or even perceive reality itself. She might make someone think they’re in a different situation or create a false memory that feels just as real as any other.

Artemis possesses the extraordinary power to be present everywhere simultaneously (also known as omnipresence), transcending the limitations of space and time. Unlike typical characters who are bound by physical location, she can exist in multiple places at once, perceive all events as they happen in different locations, and interact with the world on a scale that seems beyond comprehension

Omnipresence allows her to have:

Unlimited Presence: Artemis does not have to be in one place to experience or influence events. She can exist in every corner of the universe or reality, from the smallest microbe to the farthest galaxy, all at the same time. It’s not about physically traveling or moving—she simply is wherever she wishes to be.

Absolute Awareness: Artemis can see and hear everything happening in real-time across vast distances, accessing any location, event, or moment as though they were physically there. She can understand the thoughts and feelings of everyone, everywhere, without having to be directly involved. This awareness can sometimes extend to understanding all possible timelines or events that could happen, making her aware of every potential future.

Manipulation of Space and Time: Artemis can observe or act within past, present, and future events all at once. She can influence or intervene at multiple points in time without the limitations of linear progression. She could simultaneously experience different moments and manipulate occurrences without being confined by temporal restrictions.

Invisibility and Intangibility: Since Artemis is not restricted to a specific location, she is able to choose to remain invisible or intangible in certain scenarios, making her incredibly elusive. She can interact with people or events subtly, shaping situations from the background without ever needing to physically engage.

Limitless Interaction: Artemis can influence multiple places simultaneously, engaging in countless actions and conversations without exhaustion or limits. For example, they could be a comforting presence for someone in distress in one corner of the world while quietly averting a disaster in another location, all at the same time.

Themes

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NOT PANCAKE NOT MY OWN SON

YOUR BIOLOGICAL FATHER

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im banging your dad

A. WHICH ONE.

B. PLEASE DON’T!!!

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HELL YEAH

LETS GET LIT

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Artemis stayed silent for a minute, her soft smile remaining on her face.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

She said, before one of her eyes snapped open.

“No.”

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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Artemis smiles, as if she were teasing them. Noticing her blush, she let out a little giggle whilst hearing their words. She didn’t … really expect Invidia to find her garden instantly, no person had really ever done it. So, she didn’t have high hopes.

“I know you will.”

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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”If you’re able to find me, I just might.”

Artemis says, before standing up.

“This garden here is just a decoy. If you’re able to find the actual garden of eden, I will.”

She says, smiling and tilting her head and patting Invidia.

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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”Flower crowns. I find making them relaxing.”

Artemis simply said, smiling whilst she leaned over to grab some more flowers.

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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”I can understand that.”

Artemis said, finishing her flower crown and placing it next to her whilst she moved to be in a kneeling position, picking up the flower crown once more and placing it on her lap.

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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”Oh? An argument?”

Artemis says, eyeing Invidia whilst continuing to wove a flower crown, one similar to her white one, being made out of daisies.

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

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Artemis tilted her head to the side at this unknown individual, wondering who this was. She had never seen this person before, so who were they to immediately flirt with her when she had never met them. Nonetheless, she answered, her tone polite.

“Artemis, and your assumptions are correct. Mind me asking… how you got here?”

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.

[h999pe]

“It’s been alright! How have you been?”

Artemis asks with a smile on her face, giving Bakon an arm so he could stabilize himself.

Open rp!

(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)

The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.

Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.

A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.

She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.

But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.