I met the hazel eyes of the shadowsinger. The cool face that hid such pain—and kindness. He had come. Cassian had come. The Illyrians fell into place beside me.
Hello yall! Here is the Winter Court scene I did for FaeCrate! I had such a good time painting this and by the gods, I hope I did them justice. This was completed a few months ago, but was only just able to show you all now. This was the first painting I think I have ever done with more than one character haha. Hope you all like it :)
We learn more of Cassian’s mother and how Cassian did everything he could, including killing the village that made her an outcast, that killed her, to find out where she was buried so that he could put her to rest in Velaris. So that she could be surrounded by kindness and warmth and light, even in her death.
“So training these women, giving them the resources and confidence to fight back, to look beyond their campfires…it was for her. For the mother buried here, perhaps buried nowhere. So it might never happen again.”
Cassian decided to start training Illyrian women so what happened to his mother wouldn’t happen to them.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass
