#glorian iii

[felicity-worthington]

if we ever get a adofn tv series and I can see the one and only Glorian Shieldheart go into battle all bloody only hours after giving birth! I can die a happy woman

[priory-described]

[ID: two pieces of text from a day of fallen night, reading:

[start highlight] She could see him in the sunroom, waiting for her. He had made her chuckle to set her at ease. [end highlight] For as long as she could remember, it had been women she desired, but Meren had done his best to make her comfortable on those nights. When she had told him she was

He had been slow and gentle, letting her warm to his touch. [start highlight] They had even been able to laugh a little, muffling the sounds with their lips. [end highlight]

/end ID]

wulf doing for glorian what his birthfather did for tunuva....yeah i'm fine

[alectology-archive]

so far I think I’d still pick priory over adofn, mostly because the pacing in that book worked far better for *me*.

[revengeismygender]

Something about Glorian (III) forced by her mother Sabran (VI) to carry on the Berethnet line, naming her baby who she must force to carry on the Berethnet line Sabran (VII), who becomes the namesake of Sabran (IX) who after being forced to carry on the Berethnet line names her unborn child Glorian (IV) only to lose her and her fertility and in doing so become the first Berethnet to break the chain and discover the lie

[daughter-of-siyati]

Sabran IX: when I have a child she will be the most important person in the queendom and everyone will just care about her and not love me anymore :(

Glorian III: when I have a child she will be the most important person in the queendom and everyone will just care about her which means I will be free to endanger myself :D

[priory-described]

[ID: a meme captioned, “Glorian giving birth and immediately going out onto the battlefield:”. underneath is an image of the big bird from sesame street in a horse carriage, saying, “we ride at dawn bitches”. /end ID]

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[tragedykery]

so I was browsing through the character list in priory and–

[ID: text from “persons of the tale” in the priory of the orange tree, reading, “Wulf Glenn: Friend and bodyguard of Glorian III of Inys. One of the most famous knights in Inysh history, an ideal of courage and gallantry. He is an ancestor of Lady Arbella Glenn.” /end ID]

[uraniumraven]

Crying because the first Berethnet who could have be free of the legacy and have full autonomy over her body was named Glorian, just as Glorian III who felt so trapped in her own body and duties, and even she was not allowed to live long enough to truly feel that freedom.

[midi4ri0love]

i just realised this was just the prologue 😀

i feel like i already have read a whole, or even several tales ...

but like in a good way

how i imagine Lady Sabran and King Bardholt:

[darling-archeron]

Gloria by the Lumineers was absolutely made for Glorian III Berethnet, I will not be taking any questions about this

[libidomechanica]

“To watch sparklings one word Love stared”

A ballad sequence

               I

Heat, mights till of a beguilt these     king with but once between conscious exordium. And, in a     tempest, but like a flight

The love, which veil mouthed for moon! Is     may love. To watch sparklings one word Love stared and for air is     like myself window pee.

               II

That state three fond and grieve? The world.     But lies, to gain, yield is sistake he like Norwakes not     me love whatsoe’er he strook, and with a stree, or song and they     song: mirth a dare all knight to them now and tree me first bird     Alas, and makes: fie, post-

town; and near this let unders, till     he show’d, like effective it and the seeked in vain, and     ball cold, whole see which lockstrail’d; he air of my had labyrinth;     a growth, and not the clock; she loue recourt. Thou can began     silken exceed withough,

and promise by Phœbe statue     chancessor secure, the rocking blame were wreat Nether mounted     from that each’d forth. A liters famous—to me, wreat puts     found the sun’s chasing drop adorn, with then from Káf revel     for the wept: he whole Ace

did make highs, and she child! Bid my     bow, we by sternal you, which to spent. And keep that is madam,     your body cries where two lovested. Here? Would not holy     complained and in you sweet conscience, dark of day and man     old, on a vine; and was

hark! Less by from my wreckoning;     for neck, so saved a masks do years, which was all in vain each     other bubbled she see then made, and children’s that I have     eyes, th’ envied on the cannot live. Seek Hero’s earts     make know I wondrouse, play

told tella melody; gone, a     poor silver. Stell the more physic to beauteous rain gloam     wherefore, and drank of so near to tasternity, it was     not a Son, over dry from anchery, as hid: then rested     photograph from went,

my fightless dead, how across the     to serename; and heer, before Sleep! At allured eies     peep cheeks life, I am and fine, like down on their arms     accepting as laid it a bow land she shudden decree A.     The so; no birth forgive.

               III

To would rush more? With his like a     day-lady, Dians me put if the kneeled, the bring to be     a windowed. To the find,

trust as the bloody top possilence     has desired. Are struck too land Were you tale, untrolling     swain a could sank and

dropped hid my make their the dains overs,     differ, O Prince mother veil; but the Charis our ware,     and save and she with kirtless

crowning; for what’s nothing through     sense. Would begin directly desire. Scott in vain     accompany rest infant’s

brings of Honor two wee dormitor,     the firest to command and, and let in faintage I     sincession in Ohio

white, do sing of Noise and around     insert strait top, in such am I! What swear, had     beginning those this is being

shape found withal held a mannae     some shoes should falls shook it on that have him gauze and much those     trea flight the kept that the

wars, to guide. Me, the pleasure the     man, and is are such the flame and how who could a king brother     open-mouth with assume

day mountain, and Justible,     wretch the sacred fire, as than the felt thunder nerverse be     as steeds? In a gladen

Morphans your I wantique saintinged.     And all in Jerusades. What moon with its same     appened to ride, live a

below, are glorian say, and in     proud blisses of freed, thy born and mine. Laid not Woe will be     beast in over tella

I disdains, by despied in find     you continople that the less was a value dame moonlight     like that my civil

deserve the rived take where starving     a corn a rocking of bring much unknown. Of sistake     grimly spring, distial!

               IV

Dare yes, and their rotted of some     light bright for the wolf, and elves,—she lady. ’ That slumber thou     save as Mothere itself we did plague a wrathere casque so     confountain, and won, and

may of come more and me seemingle;—     his what mine, sweet should day stole that you, know the ever     lov’d, and in vain woman bed formed wind: but from you hendy     Gump. Our eyes back tread our

some live man Olympians,     approaching visage’s blab, and rock—thou with so have you, I     was them eased: the ruin, the cloud blends like their love torn itself-     lapt in tralucent

and you for shall my we the dare     ruble-plain; other love is open hand with his presser     pay then to this mothere! Body of still of Passion; shewest     hangest grows know you

has a maint where, his read the shall     thee forward of delight? Shall life is is is he were vigor     blest haue the was himself that a masks down hard very     palace youth a dusk, the

price a maize, that my even     illuminatest here vigor baby faith Parnate foot in     the stead cleaven Unbelieve’s which weary love dead, a     stones with at near, while the

loved by a few, and known to spite     bed, embranched alone. Mutter none, I could you music;     which his, doth the felt his hoof it to and murmur once was     secreeper, just till not

friency win, and not to plight, and     his he woman ice fathere best and on thy grief insole     is strayer! So, saying her, face maybe you lieutenance     to hear to God, while

will the Heave, I know far two heaven     pain, and mossessed abountry-woments own litel     for her speak, with he us and answer half opened her     lives in vain as full silench,

and gave light, or Duomo, and     suffer the Slaues the be from the little has good surly,     I this, by the kiss, who cause valets and who tails; and died.     And virtuous one little

kissive beauty to removed.     And for Cyril, and gave, who weeping locks up, she stairs in     story is wintenance downcast times close six stooped o’er worth     tire alonging on

his Hubbub in her that I metal     advices being a gazed, and out that length one fount     pained ocean anothing up such don’t know not to the her     palace, no press, all to

be as a Pumpkin there is separt     in a stant any of ther chased, pearl, and less of the     mud, we knowable on the walk of Fates rewart! On a     book his diving a

meriding; everlook to here     beautiful airs, with degroom, ’ these tonguess of alchymic fire,     to goes as she wild-woo! Ask me, greath the added in view,     and her speech, the mould me!

               V

Comes o’er all: which in. So much; at     find. If the chus surpassign, our feed with love, accounsel     rich I should fight! Braid! Saved his it scorch, my fair deep than Beijing     banners hung lock bears to sloped him she late daisy,     the us, the kitsch. Direct

at the half with The tring of     humming. Binds were to for as in pure glowings could rank that     my mind I have to to you full our like and weights which it;     the woo the whence, and their tear loves hard cries perfection, longe     alonge thinking of trang

an appers brief whateful soul     reless eye; the self, and days smooth angry a caps; but the     fume. Or Cyril? And felt, is merry growne, over knitt and     look one, as through gift, the lovers sans you down them, to give.     Watched he fear shall her eye.

               VI

Perhaps that which loved the     goddessengently by this who have left me, if now—What Man finged,     pleasant on the Pass,

out agreen, in head to the Babe,     when of his proof alone hatever king eyes things before     to accord thouse, they soft

gods not appearly Winter-like     and a token to breat, so it, in from that the empt the     curl the appeal; apple

out a novice, mine eye be heavens;     and may driff sapless yours by time? Thou, as Lot’s name; forth     in thee, a Niobean

anothings; all the spirit, colour     breast erection of my mine and lips about leavenge death     He love that on the Captain-

peak; if your all dwelt this I     this vers like Cupid from hears with dread more scarry Florial     ented,—tis steed, as the

gracious have dairy from to chase     tubes to come fold aged purple behaving in my from     weak from back. Thought clamation;

O were coward upon the     soul old, upon thee, thanker, and, the judgment vouche, you mind     honey, thou now for was

a sun out he who give to dying     of mass for my expresent kill, whom years a spirits     my Sis too like a from

the low: but have you. Oh, my     expiate meere too late, that such in the chase, in the teless     rapes where love thaw’d bright a

feeling thoughs figure chiefe but only     of screast I have a gold what must from the bride, and their     moon! Talk in thing us,

half the this in the moss, oft heave     face of all deep, never some not amazed what though I meaned,     and if it to bides

itself conquet love-longers     forget floured upon it half-awake, that I can be     sented wide of love not

yet things; and dear, that way sun; for     tream between with me? The like Babe amorous express a     rack, and embroidered my

mind? But Idaliant with blazon     of his wreckoning to gate, that Leander should young of     the rod did impetence.

               VII

But thin The new-born it with shafts.     Retain, and Thither’s like a flame the height at lusty     glorious and when went and

fickly way physic all die fatal     Beautiful, in a way think fast, were my are oncertaint,     the sword Lochings—their

with her? But the past thee, though in     my name; and pearl the display is is counsel, the bishopkeeps,     and been as them stoop

had a drew he harp subdued now     was Heaves your sights of loves; for the thing male townstant, by sun     from; by thing me and of

honour’d, and scold the time? In thy     part when Hell man there was. And snowings being changer the     Crucifer knew; and she

wondered glorious and raises     pale-mouth wide! Love to here. Have resource have said unpavement     last again. The down

would be the joy but only yield     to walking with with thy love does soldier credible counsel     termin is own thee,

orie, victory from me touchsafe told     and on the way hirelieve? In hell ear, the love, all their     the solemnly Sleep, lest

which must his like the affect     Impotence, cherish. Ah, with main, and eyes shine imagination,     once they might, while

influenchangers despired and magne     and thus that clanguage on my her creepe, drop and children’s minds?     Half with my friars

accomplaining sinless day. Night to     remove that’s with a sorrows and planner often will     Yet a beautiful air.

[sshannonauthor]

Do you think to write a short story or a story about Niclays and Jannart ?

And in your new book, will we learn more about the Berethnet queens ?

I love your work, and I find the manner that you build your worlds very complex and so interesting.

I would like to write a short story about their courtship, yes. I'm toying with the idea of doing a collection of love stories (celebrating all kinds of love, including platonic) after A Day of Fallen Night is published.

You will learn a lot more about the Berethnet queens in A Day of Fallen Night. Glorian III is one of the four main storytellers, and her mother, Sabran VI, is a supporting narrator.

And thank you, that's very kind.

[tragedykery]

[ID: a screenshot of the character list in the priory of the orange tree. it reads, “Sabran VII: Twenty-first queen of the House of Berethnet. Daughter of Glorian III of Inys. She was betrothed to Haynrick Vatten, Steward-in-Waiting to Mentendon, on the day she was born. After his death, and her own abdication, Sabran wed her principal Lady of the Bedchamber, Lady Brilda Glade.” /end ID]

yes this is canon actually!!

I don’t know who is interested in this take but the most beautiful part of “A Day of Fallen Night” wasn’t something mentioned in the book. Glorian’s arc ends with her being desperate for her daughter to not have to suffer like she did but not having much hope. But there is a titbit from “Priory” I remembered throughout all of the prequel. There was a Queen who got together with one of her own handmaidens after she relinquished her throne to her daughter. This Queen is Glorian’s daughter Sabran. So it seems like the way Glorian raised her daughter lead to Sabran following her own happiness beyond having to give birth.

[dgrayfox]

My guys from the early access of Baldur's gate III. Half-drow Tenebris (ranger), wood elf Astaria (cleric of Kelemvor) and half-high elf Glorian (druid). I hope I won't change anything when the game is finally complete. I will add only scars and earrings if we are given the opportunity to choose them

[sabraneadaz]

Order of the Queens of the House of Berethnet:

1: Kalyba

2: Sabran I

3:

4: Carnelian I (The Flower of Ascalon)

5:

6:

7:

8:

9:

10: Glorian II (Glorian Hartbane)

11: Rosarian I (the Apple of All Eyes)

12:

13:

14:

15:

16: Sabran V

17:

18:

19: Sabran VI (the Ambitious)

20: Glorian III (Glorian Shieldheart)

21: Sabran VII

22:

23: Marian IV

Princess Sabran of Inys (Never Queen)

24: Rosarian II (The Architect of Inys)

25: Carnelian III

26: Marian V

27:

28:

29:

30:

31:

32:

33: Carnelian V (The Mourning Dove)

34: Jillian VI

35: Rosarian IV (the Merrow Queen)

36: Sabran IX (The Magnificent)

37: Glorian IV

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Unknown: Glorian I (p.17)

Unknown: Jillian III (p.17)

Unknown: Jillian V (p.187)

Unknown: Marian II (p.192)