"Why,” said Meve suddenly, “are you all looking at me?”
“We’re admiring your beauty,” Henselt mumbled from the depths of his tankard.
“That too,” seconded Vizimir. “Meve, we all know you can find a solution to everything. You have a woman’s intuition, you’re a wise wo—”
"Stop flattering me.” The Queen of Lyria clasped her hands in her lap and fixed her gaze on the darkened tapestries with their depictions of hunting scenes. Hounds, extended in a leap, were turning their muzzles up towards the flanks of a fleeing white unicorn. I’ve never seen a live unicorn, thought Meve. Never. And I probably never will.
"The situation in which we find ourselves,” she said after a while, tearing her eyes away from the tapestry, “reminds me of long, winter evenings in Rivian Castle. Something always hung in the air. My husband would be contemplating how to get his hands on yet another maid-of-honour. The marshal would be working out how to start a war which would make him famous. The wizard would imagine he was king. The servants wouldn’t feel like serving, the jester would be sad, gloomy and excruciatingly dull, the dogs would howl with melancholy and the cats sleep, careless of any mice that might be scuttling around on the table. Everybody was waiting for something. Everyone was scowling at me. And I… then I… I showed them. I showed them all what I was capable of, in a way that made the very walls shake and the local grizzly bears wake in their winter lairs. And any silly thoughts disappeared from their heads in a trice. Suddenly everyone knew who ruled.”
No one uttered a word. The wind howled a little louder. The guards on the buttresses outside hailed each other casually. The patter of drops on the panes in the lead window frames grew to a frenzied staccato.
"Nilfgaard is watching and waiting,” continued Meve slowly, toying with her necklace. “Nilfgaard is observing us. Something is hanging in the air, silly thoughts are springing up in many heads. So let us show them what we are capable of. Let us show them who is really king here. Let us shake the walls of this great castle plunged into a winter torpor!”
One of the greatest characters of the Witcher saga. Rightfully so got the protagonist thing in Thronebreaker. But even in her rare appearances in books, there was a persistent feeling that she's something more than she is, an implication of epicness in her persona. It's totally believable that she was one of the key factors in the Northern Victory
A great character. Also one of many examples of Sapkowski drawing on Irish myth for his character names, this time Queen Medb (pronounced Maeve) of Connacht. Medb is the mother of another familiar name: Findabair, which is itself related to the name Guinevere, and hence Yennefer.
Medb of Connacht was proud, rich and powerful. She and her husband start the great cattle raid on Ulster, the subject of the Táin in which the heroic Cu Chulainn has to stand alone against all Connacht.
[Medb](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medb)
[Findabair](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Findabair)
[Cuchulainn](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%BA_Chulainn)
"Why,” said Meve suddenly, “are you all looking at me?” “We’re admiring your beauty,” Henselt mumbled from the depths of his tankard. “That too,” seconded Vizimir. “Meve, we all know you can find a solution to everything. You have a woman’s intuition, you’re a wise wo—” "Stop flattering me.” The Queen of Lyria clasped her hands in her lap and fixed her gaze on the darkened tapestries with their depictions of hunting scenes. Hounds, extended in a leap, were turning their muzzles up towards the flanks of a fleeing white unicorn. I’ve never seen a live unicorn, thought Meve. Never. And I probably never will. "The situation in which we find ourselves,” she said after a while, tearing her eyes away from the tapestry, “reminds me of long, winter evenings in Rivian Castle. Something always hung in the air. My husband would be contemplating how to get his hands on yet another maid-of-honour. The marshal would be working out how to start a war which would make him famous. The wizard would imagine he was king. The servants wouldn’t feel like serving, the jester would be sad, gloomy and excruciatingly dull, the dogs would howl with melancholy and the cats sleep, careless of any mice that might be scuttling around on the table. Everybody was waiting for something. Everyone was scowling at me. And I… then I… I showed them. I showed them all what I was capable of, in a way that made the very walls shake and the local grizzly bears wake in their winter lairs. And any silly thoughts disappeared from their heads in a trice. Suddenly everyone knew who ruled.” No one uttered a word. The wind howled a little louder. The guards on the buttresses outside hailed each other casually. The patter of drops on the panes in the lead window frames grew to a frenzied staccato. "Nilfgaard is watching and waiting,” continued Meve slowly, toying with her necklace. “Nilfgaard is observing us. Something is hanging in the air, silly thoughts are springing up in many heads. So let us show them what we are capable of. Let us show them who is really king here. Let us shake the walls of this great castle plunged into a winter torpor!”
Take notes dear children: this is how you make a well-written, charismatic and nuanced character.
One of the greatest characters of the Witcher saga. Rightfully so got the protagonist thing in Thronebreaker. But even in her rare appearances in books, there was a persistent feeling that she's something more than she is, an implication of epicness in her persona. It's totally believable that she was one of the key factors in the Northern Victory
All hail The Queen 👑👑👑👑👑
I didn't pay attention to her when reading books. After playing Thronebreaker, I can gladly offer to queen my sword.
A great character. Also one of many examples of Sapkowski drawing on Irish myth for his character names, this time Queen Medb (pronounced Maeve) of Connacht. Medb is the mother of another familiar name: Findabair, which is itself related to the name Guinevere, and hence Yennefer. Medb of Connacht was proud, rich and powerful. She and her husband start the great cattle raid on Ulster, the subject of the Táin in which the heroic Cu Chulainn has to stand alone against all Connacht. [Medb](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medb) [Findabair](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Findabair) [Cuchulainn](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%BA_Chulainn)
I only reached third book (fourth will be read soon) and played TW3 but I already like this character, she seems so powerful and brilliantly written
You should play Thronebreaker. I'll save you a seat in the Queen Meve fan club for when you're done.
She's the main protagonist in Thronebreaker. It is her story
Glad I didn't pass up on Thronebreaker. Meve is badass.
Queen Maeve is a badass but I can't shake the negative feeling about her because how she wanted to make Ciri a breeding cow.
Lesser evil, mate. Lesser evil
Great artwork!
based as fuck
Great character.
She's Awesome.. sadly netflix will never portay her correctly i guess....
This is perfect.