This is just a very short reflection on Donia, set before Aislinn being crowned the Summer Queen. Donia is my favourite character in Wicked Lovely so I thought I'd write something about her!
Disclaimer: Ideas are all from Wicked Lovely!
Donia was cold, so cold. Ice ran through her veins, frost leaked into her heart, snow covered her skin.
But somehow she was able to feel almost warm, when she gazed into those smouldering eyes- the eyes that seemed to hold all that was summer in one gaze- she could almost feel the cold slipping away. But no- when he looked away the ice came rushing back, numbing her heart and making her cold again. It hurt so much, the pain was agonising, but Donia was strong. If the world crumbled around her she would still be standing, her eyes showing deep pain but not a tear escaping them.
Whenever she saw the Summer King's new choice a bitter jealousy tried to envelop her, but Donia never let it poison her heart, she would not end up like Biera. Donia may be cold but inside her heart belonged to summer, to forgiveness, to the Summer King.
Time after time she persuaded his chosen girls not to take up the staff, wishing they wouldn't end up like her. But when they became Summer girls she felt almost resentment towards them, for they were not doomed to this isolated, freezing life. Their life was one of warmth, of frivolity.
But Donia had agreed to this, and even if Keenan never found his Queen, she would always love him, he would always be her Summer King.