She was laying in her bed, thinking.
Her thoughts often brought her back
to the days following Ethan’s Death.
She hadn’t slept, nor eaten… not until
One of the nights she had left her room in the dead of night.
She likely should have stayed inside— Ironrath was no longer
safe as it once was. but she couldn’t stay inside… Something
had beckoned her out. It had been strong enough to cause her
to leave the silence of her own room, away from her sorrows.
She found herself in the wolfswood. She walked barefoot among
the Ironwood trees she and Ethan had spent so many days beneath.
She cared not for the way the rocks and twigs cut her feet— only that
she had to keep going.
She was tired, and the shadows began to dance. They grabbed at her
as she pushed on. there was a voice now— it was familiar, but muffled. She pressed on soon realizing it was Ethan’s voice. Ethan— Ethan was out there.
Ethan had to be out there. Ethan couldn’t be gone, not for good.
She was running now. She ran and she ran until her face was red and her
lungs burned. She stoppedm head spinning. She saw him in the distance— it
was a ghostly figure, beckoning to her. She could see through him but he still
looked solid. She ran after him, but he was always outside of her reach.
She choked on her sobs, her lack of breath making it even harder. She collapsed against a tree, unable to find her twin again. She must have fallen
asleep at some point, for she awoke in Ser Royland’s arms. He was carrying
her back to ironrath— no, no he couldn’t do that… Ethan was still out there… Ethan was still…