On A Night Of Wint'ry Fog, The Rune Of Death Was Stolen. And The Demigods Began To Fall, Starting With

On a night of wint'ry fog, the rune of Death was stolen. And the demigods began to fall, starting with Godwyn the Golden.

"Once a Carian princess, Rellana disavowed her birthright and chose to stand at Messmer's side instead, knowing full well that not even the brilliance of the moon could grant him succor. Before long, she became known as the Sword of Messmer." - Remembrance of the Twin Moon Knight

Is this truly how I want to introduce myself?

Me: Casually explaining what I have planned to write in the current chapter of my fic.

My fiancé: In the next chapter Ciri should leap to the world of medieval Poland and meet king Władysław Jagiełło, have some adventures at his court. And Ulrich von Jungingen should be there too.

Me: Hmmm, that's an interesting concept. Noted.

My fiancé: And Ulrich von Jungingen should have two c*cks conjoined together, and they should fight each other with their c*cks.

Me, spluttering my drink onto the wall: It always ends up with c*cks, when it comes to you, doesn't it?

Ciri in Sapkowski's Tower of Swallows.

POV beautiful man with scythe is abt to fkn get you

Joanna Karpowicz — The Fox's Wedding (Anubis Meets Yōkai) [acrylic on canvas, 2022]