☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Collage for my oc, Lesya Alvarez. Based off of the one made by @StunnerGirl16 . Go check out theirs! ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Horror. Shock. Fear. These were the emotions coursing through Lesya Alvarez, the new crown princess and heir, plaguing her every thought. First, her brother Jude had left without a word. She had been hurt, but had moved on as best she could. But now? Her twin, her best friend, was gone. She had left the same way as Jude, gone for two days now before her father had informed her of news. She was alone. She was alone to deal with their father’s ruthless training and his constant beating with words. She was going to d’3, to crumple under the pressure. The only other people left were her mother, whom seemed awfully closed off and distant, and her younger sister, who was too young to understand and she despised the girl. In this moment, the enraged girl was storming through the halls of the palace, her steps fast and quick as she fired a hand through her hair, ruining the intricate braided updo that it had previously been in. Her crown was clenched in her right hand, the jewels pressed into the silver making an imprint in her palm as she prepared to throw it at anyone or anything that angered her more. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and screaming in anger and panic, her skin flushed red from her storming into the courtyard in this winter weather to avoid smashing any precious items that she would be reprimanded for destroying. It felt like the capillaries in her eyes were about to burst as she strode through the halls with an air of rage and pain around here. If you said one wrong word to her, she would snap and end up screaming and yelling at you even if all you had said to her was ‘hello’. She was so angry and distraught that it felt like she was blinded by pain and she could barely see through the tears welled in her eyes. She looked so much more mature than normal, like the emotions she was feeling after her sister’s sudden and unexpected departure had caused her to age suddenly and you would think that she was far older than she actually was, far more ready and capable of being queen. At this rate, she would end up snapping all of a sudden and end up destroying everything in sight without a regret in mind, her world spinning as she gripped her crown in her fist in such a manner that you would think that she was planning to wield it as a weapon. And perhaps she would. As she walked like a storm or perhaps even a hurricane rolling in to ruin a perfect day, no one dared to look the wrong way at the girl. And if you did? Well, you best prepare to face her intense wrath and take whatever verbal beating you received without speaking or moving or even blinking. If you did do one of those many actions, you best pray and hope that she felt an ounce of mercy in that moment. If she didn’t…well, you certainly were in for a nightmare that most would be unable to even fathom in their wildest dreams. They would fear and tremble in her presence until their inevitable passing and the next generation to endure her temper would wish that they never even knew her name and had never gazed upon her face in a million years. She was the dangerous storm, she was the burning sun, she was untouchable and unrecognizable from how she had formerly been. She was not ruined. She was not ruined by this, by her abandonment by her siblings. Instead, she was going to ruin everyone else. She was ruination. She was ruination incarnate without a singular doubt. She would have a new name, whispered by the palace staff from that day on and the name would be whispered in her presence until their final breaths were taken, and then the title for her would be passed to the commoners and new members of palace staff. She was no longer Princess Lesya, no longer simply the princess, no longer the pride and joy of Morcazion. Instead? She bore new titles, many spoken by only one person and others spoken by all. The most prominent of these new names that were only whispered? The Daughter of Ruination.
