Sfera

Daughter of Gleva
The witness of the bloodbath and the aftermath.
Before becoming queen and joining the pride, Gleva gave birth to Sfera. Growing up, she tolerated the pride but never felt like she fit into the nature of her so-called family.
After leaving Elumbus, she was already an adolescent. The glaciers and cold atmosphere were what she needed.
Sfera chooses to stay away from the kingdom, often exploring the vast places the territory offers. While alone, her mind wanders to the moment everything changes when her lost eyes meet Gaspra's fiery gaze.
She often cries alone, bottling up her pain to the point it bleeds out in anger sometimes. Bleeding out... She thinks about that often. Khan's daughters were like sisters to her. The king may not have been her sire, but he took her father's role, yet she felt so far below all of them; she was treated so differently from the royal family; she wasn't pure blood. That hurt, too. That may hurt more than their passing.
Losing control of her mind, holding the piling teardrops from her new family, she began twisting the story. Maybe there's some pleasure that they're not around. She doesn't have to appear as part of something she would never have become.
In the kingdom, Sfera finds comfort in Teuxol. The mystic speaks only to her openly.

Those fiery eyes burned into her memory. Flames sting just as frost does. There's a fire starting in a world so cold.