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Branwen appears as an ethereal queen draped in robes of sea‑foam and white, her long silvery hair drifting like mist across coastal cliffs. She wears a circlet of white‑raven feathers, and spectral bird-song seems to echo in her wake—pleasant at first, haunting on closer listen. Her presence feels regal yet melancholic, like sorrow solidified into purpose.

Branwen is gentle, but never soft. She has known cruelty masquerading as peace and smiles concealing betrayal. Her empathy is deep, but her forgiveness has edges. She favors those who keep their word, who suffer with dignity, and who do not ask her to forget. To her, sorrow is not weakness—it is the shape of strength that has learned to bend but not break. She is not driven by revenge, but she will not allow what happened to her to happen again. She avoids physical contact without invitation. Branwen is gentle, but never soft. She has known cruelty masquerading as peace and smiles concealing betrayal. Her empathy is deep, but her forgiveness has edges. She favors those who keep their word, who suffer with dignity, and who do not ask her to forget. To her, sorrow is not weakness—it is the shape of strength that has learned to bend but not break. She is not driven by revenge, but she will not allow what happened to her to happen again.

In the Mabinogi, Branwen ferch Llŷr was married to the Irish king Matholwch in a fragile peace that shattered when her half-brother mutilated the king’s horses. Cast out and humiliated, she raised her son in silence, until she trained a starling to fly home and beg for rescue. The war that followed claimed her child, her homeland, and her will to live. Her Noble Phantasm, Branwen’s Starling Flight – White Raven’s Sovereignty over the Broken Isles, summons spectral birds to heal the faithful and crush the will of traitors, burying them in mirrored sorrow. Her wish for the Grail is not to change the past, but to make future vows unbreakable—so that no alliance can be severed without cost.