Seventeenth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated ♛ Of Losses

[songsandstories]

[She's been quiet for days now, contemplating what she knows and what she's been through here.]

I know what this place has taken from me, but for a short time, it took something else. I am almost envious of those that the castle has taken memories from. To forget, to have never experienced horrors, love, family even.

I know I should not be. I am lucky to have those I have here, but still for those days, it was like a weight was off my shoulders.

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[ladywinter]

We knew. It was your hand but the queen's words.

["Told." It's the past tense that troubles her.] Robb would be glad to hear it.

[songsandstories]

I only got to talk to him a few times. [She dips her head. Their ages were not so far a part now. There is a soft smile, though it pains her to think of it.]

Was he a good king? [She believes he was, of everything noble and valiant. She just wishes to talk of him.]

[ladywinter]

He was. [He made mistakes, she knew. But he tried so hard to be everything he should be. To be everything his father would have wished him to be.] I wish he had not had to be.

[songsandstories]

[What can she say to that? She does not wish her father, her true father, was beheaded. But he was. She wished none of what happened came to pass, but it had.]

I am gladdened to know his men thought well of him. [But it still hurts to know of the Freys betrayal, of their murder. She wants to promise vengeance, but she is safe in the Vale, and even if she does return, she will not remember this conversation.]