HERD: Glenmore

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Mate(s) : Lord Estel | DatNachtmaehre 

    LOVE INTEREST(S): Her Husband 





HAREM RELATIONS

    [Permanent Harem]

OFFSPRING: 
   - Y764: Lady Ophelia| out of Crown Prince Riddick | played by Me |
   - Y765: Nectarios | Out of Galahaad | Played by Tomaleck | 
   - Y766 -> Y772: Took a break to raise her son and to regain some of her health

Minor Illnesses | N/A

Serious Illnesses | N/A

Major Illnesses | N/A

Long Term Conditions 

Mild/Moderate | N/A

Severe | N/A

R E L A T I O N S 

Dianthe was born to her mother Cressida in the year 758, though has never known her father. Cress, her mother, never mentioned him and as far as she can remember, Dianthe doesn't recall a stag typically hanging around her or her mother to the best of her knowledge. Her life until 3 years of age was typical, doing as she was told, and staying out of the Royals way. By 3, she had had her fair share of being picked on. Why? Well, Dianthe was born mute, and has never been able to speak a single word. This has caused her many problems and she will face more to come no doubt because of this, but the young doe does her best to keep her chin up. With her mother passing away from sickness by the time she was almost 4, Dianthe had become mostly a recluse, spending all the time she could in the Gardens or other such places. She's always been fearful of the Stags and Royals, but fears even more her first Rutting season. Who would want a mute doe, and a commoner at that? She hopes to eventually find someone who wants her, or even shows her a little ounce of respect, and to finally make friends. More than anything though, she wishes to be able to speak. Being a commoner is not so bad, and at times she has thought to leave Glenmore because of the way does are treated; but much, much to frightened to leave. For now, she will continue as she had and await whats to come next. 

[Adulthood] 

In year 765, Dianthe was claimed by the Crown prince himself, despite her ailment of muteness. It uplifted her spirits, to think that the Prince himself found her worthy of some form of love. She gifted onto him a daughter, Ophelia, a little being that filled her mother with such love. Dia would not lie, she felt some love for the Prince and this beautiful child was the form of that love. However, Fate decided to make itself known and begin the changes that would forever impact her life. An old friend, one she did not remember, happened upon her during the tune of next year's rut. His name... was Galahaad. He remembered her, and pursued her, despite her memory of him failing her. The hoofmaiden only had faint memories of them growing up. It was decided, upon seeing the Crown Prince having claim to his old friend, that Galahaad would challenge him for her hand. The battle raged on, Dianthe trying to sheild her child's eyes as young Ophelia still clung to her mother's side. The battle was won.. but not by her Prince. Loosing a doe was one thing, but alas he would not allow their child to go with her. Dianthe fought, kicking and silently screaming as her blessing was torn from her breast, watching with sorrow as her child cried out for her. 

It was only the beginning to her misfortune. 

In the glade of Galahaad, Dianthe found it hard to want to go on without her child. She was not barred from visiting her child, but not having her child lay with her in the night... was hard to bear. She refused the advances of her old friend, much to his dismay as he had nothing but love for her. If her child had not been striped from her, maybe it would have been different; but her heart was too broken to let the guard in. On one fateful day, she was broken again. Taken by Galahaad against her will, she was to bear him a son. His mind had broken for just a moment, angered by all of her refusals to return his affection, to acknowledge all he did for her. He regreted it for the longest time. She hated him, for the longest time. When their son Nectarious was born, Dianthe found it hard to love her son because of the way he was concieved. Time passed, season's changed, and Dianthe found that she could not hate this sweet child she had been gifted. She refused to allow him to live the life she had... to follow into the same path. She would do better for him, make it better for him. 

And that she did. In 766, Dianthe was won into another harem of Guardsman Uriah. She forced her son to stay with his father, for his own protection. However, Ari wanted to be by his mother's side, and after nearly getting lost in a snowstorm, Dianthe refused to ever let him leave again. She would not loose him to. As Ophelia too, grew up, Dianthe connected her children; after all, they were family, and knew her daughter too would love him. And she did. Dianthe's life, for the most part after that, 
was simple and quiet; she lived alone with her son, balancing his time between his father and her, and visits with his sister. 

But fate struck again, leaving her son without his father. In 768, Nectarious was being bulled by the Crown Prince's own children.. his twin sons. Galahaad took notice and took action, with dire consequences. He injured one of the fawns, thus starting an avalanche. He was put to trial, and even though he was defending his son's honor he was to be exiled. Her son was going to loose his father, just like Ophelia had lost her once. The world was crumbling again, and Dia did not know how to fix it. Dia hated the Prince, fully, in that moment. What his children had done was unforgivable.. she would never be able to look at him the same again. The hind did the only thing she could do, in that moment; pushing through the crowd, all eyes upon the small frail doe, watching her every move. And before them all, she forgave him, pressing her face into that familliar thick ruff of fur upon his neck, their son too feeling the warmth of his parent's connected. Maybe if fate had been different... maybe she could have loved him. But now... now they had to stay here; they could not follow him. Her son needed a future, here, until he could make the choice on his own. Galahaad had to force his own son to stay... what cruelty this world had brought onto them. Once again, something was stolen from her life; but not only her life, this time. The life of a child. The ground broke before her and she had fallen to his feet, silently sobbing as fate tore them apart once more. Her daughter, her son, coiled in their mother's embrace, before Galahaad... before them all. She did not wish for this. She did not want this. 

From Y768-770, Dianthe found herself mostly wandering, sorrow gripping her tightly. She continued to raise her beloved son, watching her daughter start her own life. And yet, still, she was lost. She did not know where to go, Fate had left her helpless and without hope. Ari was almost an adult now, and soon she would be without him; only able to hope that he would stay by her side for years to come. And if Fate heard her pleas, before the final act, sent down to her a purple Lord, named Estel. [770]He brought her out of the darkness, and showed her love she never thought was possible. Slowly, with tender touches and whispers of serenades, the light returned to the mute doe's inner heart. Dianthe fell in love, and knew that Estel was part of the final road of her journey. 

772: WIP! <3



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