(Arrow keys) An old(e) short story I wrote while ago that completely ruined my good mood (contains angst, angst, angst, a sweet lil wesper hug, angst, and more angst) This is really cheesy, and as you can probably tell, I cannot write endings or names so ignore that please This takes place a few months or so after Crooked Kingdom, a little before A Darker Shore. It's mostly about Marya, her fragile relationship with her son, and how she's adjusting to being back in her old home, but I did end up sneaking a little Wesper fluff in there. You can decide whether or not Marya knows that the two boys from Saint Hilde are Jesper and Wylan, I purposefully left it up to interpretation. And if you're wondering: no, none of them in this fic are okay whatsoever
Short story by me, @peanutbutterdogcat I tried a different formatting because it worked better for my brain I'm really sorry I don't know who I got the scroll code from, if this is you please tell me and I'll credit you immediately Leigh Bardugo for the characters and trauma that make them even sadder. Huzzah!
