#angharad of llyr
Her hand fell, by chance, upon her knife, unused at the meal; before any cautious, conscious thought could interfere the princess flipped it blade-up and raked her palm along it, held up her clenched fist, dripping red upon the table linen. “I swear it,” she repeated, voice suddenly steady, buoyed up by a surge of power that filled her lungs and throat, pulsed through her veins, twined around her fingers in invisible strands. “My daughters will be free to wed whomever they please. They will choose by their own hearts: sorcerer or shoemaker, prince or pauper. And if they find none worthy of their hearts they will be free to belong to themselves alone. If our line perishes for it, then it perishes.”
I wrote an actual book. If Disney hadn’t been ing around with congress over copyright laws for the last forty years I could actually publish it. But instead I did this. Nothing legally sanctioned, because fic. Just printed. And yeah it’s a little nuts, I guess? but I poured my soul into this work and I felt like it deserved to exist in three dimensions, not just virtual ones and zeros. Also it’s illustrated, so it’s got that going for it.