Lake Rodney little boy blue and the man in the moon

Hope you don’t mind a Sarnai <3

The swan princess had no idea how long she had run, beneath burning skies that turned her pawpads to fire, or the overtly warm streams she had crossed in her flight.

She was free, now, she supposed. A radical idea she was not supposed to have in her little head. No, Sarnai was not supposed to have thought, nor idea. She was supposed to be a beautiful young wife, blushing bride who could not meet the eyes of those stationed above her. A princess in name, but a prisoner in truth. And now her little flight had cast her into the world at large, where she knew nothing, and she had shamed her father. But she assured herself that her family was rebelling, she had known the news for months now, when the Czar didn’t think she had the capacity to listen.

So she was here. And she was starving.

The snow queen had little left to her shaking form, once so delicate and graceful, now shaped by the ribs that poked through her fur, and the sharp jut of cheekbone. She could hardly look at herself, even as she stood at the side of a large lake. Senses, dulled by choice, heard not the splash of the youth near her, only knowing the sight of herself in the lapping lake water.

She was free, yes. Free to die.