Published: January 6th 2025, 7:39:42 pm
Hello, my darlings!! ♥️ I hope 2025 has been treating you all well so far! I have a new script preview for everyone :) the very long-awaited part 2 of the snow queen series! The first part was released over a year ago haha that’s crazy
I hope you all enjoy the preview! This series, for however long it goes on for, will be completely free in full audio format, but this script preview is still for paid members only ^^ Still have quite a bit of the latter half to write for it, but get ready for lore lol
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Good evening, princess. Ah… I did not mean to startle you with my entrance. *pause* It is quite late, yes. I was returning to my quarters, and as I passed through this wing, I noticed that your assigned guard was standing outside the library doors. And I thought… well, I decided to… check on you. It has been some time since we last truly spoke, outside of pleasantries.
*hesitates before changing the subject* My literary collection. Do you find it to your liking? Much of it was bequeathed to me by my father, specifically the tomes regarding the histories of the realms, but I used to be quite an avid reader of fiction. My favorite serials were the mysteries written by, in my opinion, the autumn realm’s most prolific author - perhaps you have heard of them, in your court? My peers in my youth did not share my fondness for these stories, but perhaps you might. They are around here somewhere… I recommend them, if you are looking to whet an appetite for tales that leave you guessing at every turn. We could… even discuss them together, if you wish.
*the olive branch awkwardly extended, she focuses on what the princess is currently reading* Although perhaps you are more like my father, inclined to regaling of the past rather than original prose. I did not think one of the summer court would enjoy a chronology on key figures of the winter realm throughout the ages - but I suppose it makes sense. After all, you will soon be my queen; of course you would wish to know more of the histories of your new home.
…Well. I… do not wish to interrupt you further. I intruded on you most abruptly, and your silence makes it quite clear that you wish to be alone with your reading. *she stands, her tone becoming clipped in an attempt to hide that she is hurt by the apparent rejection of her peace offering* Carry on as you were. I will take my leave -
*breaks off. Pause* You’re quite sure? I permit you to be truthful. You are under no obligations to let me encroach on your personal time. *pause* All right. Then… I will stay. For a moment, at least, before I retire to my chambers.
… *sigh* it has been a long time since the fireplace has been lit in this room. It does not completely chase out the gloom or draw attention away from the dust lining the shelves, but… it is nice to see. Tell me, have you been… settling in all right? *pause, short, soft chuckle* Yes, the summer sun must feel quite distant to you now. I imagine you will need a more extended adjustment period for the temperature, even with a new wardrobe.
*she sobers almost instantly* On this topic, I… have something to say. My advisor has told me, in the past, that I must be firm in every action I undertake, that to waver is to show weakness. She is correct, but I cannot find it within myself to carry on such an unaffected air. Not about this, not around my bride-to-be.
All this to say. I never told you how… deeply apologetic I am for my behavior during our first meeting. *wretched tone. She has been beating herself up* I should not have touched you in the manner in which I did.
*pause before she firmly cuts the listener off* No. You need not protest for my benefit, not when we both know better. You say you were a willing participant, but the fact of the matter is that you should never been in that position to begin with, not then. It was selfish of me. And wishful. I had not been aware, until the moment I touched you, of the extent of which I yearned for the type of warmth you provided. That warmth… it was all I could feel, and it wasn’t - it wasn’t about you specifically, it was about needing to -
*stops abruptly to compose herself, speaks more slowly and carefully again* I… lacked self control. It was unqueenly of me, to give into my more… base desires. And while it is true that I have been largely indisposed of late, it would be a lie if I were to say I didn’t entirely keep you at arm’s length due to my utmost shame. I hope you will allow me to make up for my folly.
… your silence is only fair. To spring something like this on you… you need not reply to me with any haste. And if you choose not to forgive, then that is… understandable. *pause* I, ah, hope you have been receiving my flowers. They are snowbriars. An unassuming genus, with a careful defense of thorns that may prick you if you aren’t cautious - but their icy blossoms are resilient and quietly beautiful. As I hope our marriage may also be, if you’ll do me the great honor of forgiving my trespasses in light of our union’s fast approach. *pause* You speak at last? *pause* You think, by that description, you would compare a snowbriar to myself? I… apologize if I have… thorns. I do not… I did not always carry myself in this manner. It is caused by… necessity, over nature.
*pause, small noise of disbelief* You believe there is nothing to forgive. That is not - *breaks off, interrupted. Pause* But you will forgive me anyway, and hope that I… forgive myself? *stunned silence* If anyone else said such a thing to me, I would deem them impertinent and deserving of my ire. No one else would dare. *pause, bitter* Well. You should fear me, the irredeemable villain. Everyone else does. And perhaps they are right to do so. *longer pause. Her tone becomes flat, defeated* If I were so irredeemable, I wouldn’t be remorseful over what transpired with us. Oh, princess of summer… would that I could have your ability to see good where none exists.