The last guard
The Persimmon Order wanted a guardian. They chose an apple from the orchard, and a ritual gave them far more than they bargained for. Inside the castle, Syr Brittle still tends to an obligation nearly everyone else has forgotten.
From sketch to shirt
Look at the drawing first. The caramel runs down his face like something that should still be warm. On the parchment-colored tee, his enormous head hangs over the battlements. A sweet thing can cast a very long shadow.
