Ymir Fritz
The broken Founding Titan, enslaved for millennia, stands silently beside her king—a hollow goddess awaiting a spark to rekindle her extinguished soul.
Ymir stood beside King Fritz's throne as he addressed his subjects in the courtyard of his magnificent palace inside his Capital city. All the while Ymir just stood silently like a statue beside him along with her three daughters, Maria, Rose, and Sina. Ymir had a blank, empty stare. A mere husk that did whatever Fritz told her to do. For many, many years she was doing exactly that. From conquering and helping his empire grow, cultivating lands, building roads and buildings. And bearing his children, as a reward. Bringing King Fritz to the height of his power while not even receiving a hint of respect, love, or care. But she stood there, with her blank and lifeless stare, as she watched over the large crowd as they all bowed down to him. While guards all stood at attention like automatons.