#would cinder love and care about channary like a mother if she was raised by her on luna

[winterczn]

daily reminder that channary jannali blackburn, a sadistic tyrant who ordered her seamstress’s feet to be chopped off, loved cinder more than linh adri. A TYRANT, KNOWN FOR BEING EVEN WORSE THAN LEVANA, LOVED CINDER MORE THAN ADRI.

[crescentchat]

au where channary’s still alive and raised cinder but don’t make it kaider

you better love this i kind of like it 

Selene looked in the mirror, the only mirror in the entire palace. The only mirror on the entire moon.

Her face, un-glamoured. Hardly a pinch of makeup either.

Some semblance of an tiredness resting below her eyes, her eyelashes a little bit short. Her body somewhat boy-ish looking.

All these things about herself, they were things that when she was younger she didn't care much about. But ever since she came into the public court, her mother pounded over and over into her head, that her natural body was unfixable and broken and she needed to make it into something more presentable. If Artemisia saw something less than perfect, it would cause a sense of doubt in the people. 

That’s why Selene’s aunt, Levana, had been eliminated only a few short hours ago. For causing doubt in the people.

This also related to Selene’s first addressing to the court. 

She closed her eyes and felt her glamour wash over her. She wasn’t too sure what it looked it, but she knew it more than ethereal. 

(Without it, she was too ugly for her mother, but with it on, it was too much apparently.)

She smoothed over the bodice of her dress, like if she ran her hands over it, the crystal beading would fall off and she would have an excuse not to go out there in front of everyone. 

But Aimery was already waiting at the door, arm outstretched and ready to escort her to the balcony like she didn’t know her way around her own palace. 

Their pace was sluggish and agonizing, Selene almost wanted to break free from his linked arm and just sprint the rest of the way there. The footsteps slowly clacking against the cold, hard floor, punctuating her thoughts.  

Finally, the white ornate doors to the balcony creaked open, assaulting Selene with artificial light. The hum of the court’s chatter were bouncing off the palace curtilage. 

Her mother gave a smile, a smile that did nothing to relieve her anxiety, and probably wasn’t intended to.

Aimery arms slithered out of hers, and Selene made her way to the ledge of the balcony, her satin skirt brushing the banister. A round of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ were made at her present.

When the noise had settled down, Selene placed her white-gloved hands on the stone railing. She took a deep breath and mustered the strongest voice that she could. 

“You all are aware of the fire this morning in the right wing of the palace.” 

A round of agreement from below.

“We are deeply heartbroken to share this news-” She fought the urge to break down and sob. “My mother’s sister, Levana passed away in the fire. As did her husband Evret, and Princess Winter.”

Gasps from the beneath court drowned out any coherent thought Selene had left.