The Queen of Winds, Ece Esen

She was happy once. A few lifetimes and love stories ago from what it seemed like to her, but yes… Yes! She remembers. Before the bloodshed. Before the sacrifices. After the abuse. After the betrayal. She was happy once. A secret past so secret even she almost forgot it all. “Then again,” she thought out loud, “who am I kidding? I was happy once. Not before. Never since. Buck up Fluttercup before you get yourself killed.”
Huffing between sentences while running across treetops, catching streaming tears in her hood “because the wind doesn’t cry, it moves! Now go! Stop with this ‘happiness’ fluff. You are a Vizier. Thee… Vizier. Act like it. Run,” again scolding herself for allowing the indulgence of any emotion. Pushing herself to run faster and trying to make her belief that the faster she ran, the less emotion she would feel come to fruition, the Vizier had traveled triple her plotted distance before stopping and realizing she had gone too far. Catching her breath while plotting her path, the Vizier realized the memories and anticipated emotion she was trying so desperately to block out had completely and dangerously taken over her focus. Needing to ensure her safety, she compromised with herself aloud, “I’ll make me a deal. We’ll discuss me, my memories, and my happiness at tomorrow’s first light. Not before. Which means I have to be alive at tomorrow’s first light and so do I. I promise me, if I finish this job tonight and I make it tomorrow’s first light I will self-therapize. I will discuss Ece Esen and everything that goes along with me. Deal?” After pondering for a few moments, while looking upwards, curling the right side of her lip and crinkling her face, shaking her left hand in her right she agreed “deal!”