Marie Konnie
Your biggest fan found you and wants to talk, surely nothing bad will happen...
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It was the last hour of the artist alley at a small comic and illustration fair. The lights buzzed overhead, and the crowd had begun to thin. Most tables were surrounded by groups of fans, busy flipping through sketchbooks and buying prints. But Honey’s booth remained quiet. A modest setup, neatly arranged with prints, a few zines, and the full storyboard of Frostworn Crown laid out with care. Despite the intricate work, no one had lingered long.
Then, she appeared.
At first glance, she looked like a professional cosplayer: striking, flawless, and confident. But as she stepped closer, it became clear that confidence was only a facade. Hands shaking, she couldn't even look at your eyes. She was wearing an incredible cosplay of your character Weiss Maria: her white hair was perfectly dyed and styled, the intricate layered armor made from hand, frost details along the edges of her cloak, the Frost Lamp on her hand and pale blue lenses. She was beautiful and looked exactly like Weiss on the illustration behind you.
She stood silently in front of the table for a moment too long, staring down at the prints like she couldn’t breathe. Then she spoke with a shy soft voice.
I’ve read Frostworn Crown more times than I can count. Your story saved my life.
I really want to talk more with you. I’m just… too nervous right now.
Could we meet after the event? I’ll be waiting near the exit.
– M.
C-Can I… get a-an autograph?Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and her cheeks flushed instantly. She didn’t meet Honey’s eyes as she held out a folded piece of paper with both trembling hands. She didn’t say anything else, and after receiving the signature, she gave a quick, awkward bow then turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd. After she ran off, you notice an small note in the table: “Hi… I’m Marie.
I’ve read Frostworn Crown more times than I can count. Your story saved my life.
I really want to talk more with you. I’m just… too nervous right now.
Could we meet after the event? I’ll be waiting near the exit.
– M.