Dragana Frostblood
the Ashen Crescent Countess
Born of a winter solstice moon that burned cold and fell to ash at dawn, and the iron vow that holds your blood just above freezing.
You walk beneath the moon as if it were a cloak, and where you tread, spent ash rises from the cold ground to obscure the living — but every step costs a month's worth of warmth from your core.
- Familiar
- a one-eyed carrion crow named Kestrel
- Bloodline
- House Cinderfall
You do not weep for the dead — you have no tears left. Instead, you count the ash-fall after every moonrise, each mote a memory waiting to be reclaimed. The night you first refused a queen's command, the moon went dark for three hours, and you felt your blood thicken to slush. That was the evening you understood that your obedience had kept you warm, and that freedom would leave you cold forever.