Jay 💎

Sparrow was never going to last long as Queen, and I think she knew it.

I often caught her staring off into nothingness, as if she had something on her mind which she refused to share with me. I would ask her what was wrong, and she'd turn to me with that same tired smile she always wore, more sad than happy. My eyes made contact with hers, flame-orange with ice-blue, and yet she still seemed to be looking right through me.

My mother. Not by blood, but in every conversation, every action, every shared word. I only wish I had gotten longer to spend with her. The memories of my childhood are fuzzy at best and downright blank at worst, but I will never forget the warmth of her embrace as she sung her odd lullabies to me, voice ethereal and haunting in a way words fail to describe.

It was raining the night she died. As lightning carved through the black sky above, I watched as the light left her eyes - first metaphorically, and then literally, as some kind of shimmering blue cloud drifted up from her stilled body and then entered me. Nurse Nightingale tells me that I blacked out right as Sparrow's heart ceased beating. When I awoke, I was different. Bigger. Stronger. Older.

King.

I only hope I can make her proud.

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pov: you are jay

- you are born

- three days later, you become king

- b r e e d i n g   t i m e