Protesilaus' body went into the incinerator headless. That fragment of a tooth Ianthe Ianthe gifted to Palamedes is all that remains of the remains of Dulcinea. This is the closest they ever come to touching. If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bottom of the nearest well.
" "Why did you ascend to be a Lyctor?"
"Ultimate power-- and posters of my face."
Fair. "
-Harrow The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir
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Ianthe Tridentarius Ianthe the First, Prince Ianthe Naberius; Lyctor, Eighth Saint to serve the King Undying, Tall Hot Glass of Skank. A girl who'd tell you she's gotten everything she ever wanted—and you'd almost believe her.
I thought of drawing her propaganda poster as a closer likeness, but decided it was funnier if it was obviously retouched to look more healthy and saintly.
(process pics from sketch to final artwork available to see on patreon! This one had a longer journey than some of my other illustrations.)