A Promise to a Queen [CW/Feedback]

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

A single drop of blood.

A memory.

A promise.

It's stains the heart of a lonely bud, the centerpiece of a crown of flowers. A catalyst primed for duty. The white airy buds cling to their center, their red stained leader. The knights pull into their most familiar position, the bird's nest. They arrange themselves in order to face the wild storms That their duty so calls for.

Their queen is long gone. But, their promise never forgotten. The promise of sanctuary for the weary. To protect the downtrodden, those that were weary of the weight of the world. Whether it be the weight of war, or the heavy burdens that were too often carried within the heart. She never wanted anyone to suffer. It was still the concerns on her dying breathe. Those of others.

Perhaps, she was one who always cared too much for others. That it was her downfall, that she never looked after herself. But, her heart, her soul weren't a vile thing. They were too good for this world. Selfless to the extreme. So naive in a world so cold. We could've learned a lot from her. We could've, but alas... it was too late. Her kindness still lived on in this world. The people she heard out, those she advised, the ones she taught how to battle their inner demons.,, they were still in this world. While it wasn't a sure thing, they could always pay her memory forward. That kindness she spent a moment on, but a few wavering seconds... would last an entire lifetime for another. Her momentary kindness rippled infinitely. There were now people in this world who had the tools to find themselves. Because she offered them a special kind of sanctuary.

The place that they could be true to themselves. The place they could bleed and not be judged. Nothing was expected of them while they recovered in her care. In her hands all were blessed. Her gentle hands guided them when they needed to, but they also were there to hold onto as well. She lent her shoulder to cry on for anyone, her ear to listen to any problems. To her, mended the soul of a person was the best thing you could do in this world. She'd pick up the pieces of of long discarded glass and fit them into place. Some no longer matched, some were miscoloured. But, the shards came together to something even more beautiful then their original form. Glass stained with the hardships of the world. They glittered with a radiance unlike any other. Tempered within the flames of adversity. Coloured by the sea of human emotion, reds, blues, greens, yellows. Broken was only a temporary state of being.

Perhaps she endeavored too much to fix and mend. She never knew how to spare any of her wonderful gift for herself. There's was too many broken souls, damaged hearts in this world. While she stitched their hearts back together, hers openly bled. It was far to late by the time anyone had realized, far to long that the more she fixed and mended, the faster she crumbled into ruin. And even yet, on that last fragile breathe, the finally shard of glass that resided in the window of her soul... she still was sorrowful that she hardly scratched the surface. That even with all the good she did, that many more suffered. She asked her knight, the Man in Red... no... her friend, one last request with her dying breathe.

"For anyone, that suffers from the weight of the world... offer them the world. Give them sanctuary, give them protection, guidance and love. I think, just the idea of some small place of safety, some place they can be true to the person they are... is all someone truly needs to find out how to be whole again. Promise me, that if you can ever give someone that, you will never turn them away."

Sealed with the final shattering of a soul.

A memory.

A promise.