the dead are gone
She’s late in arriving to the meeting.
She’d been reluctant to come, dreading the inevitable re-hash of the battle, the recount of their losses, the condolences …
But she knows she can’t avoid it. She’s a part of the kingdom and she can’t ignore the effect this war has had upon them, no matter her personal grief. And really, she’s been lucky. She’d almost lost both of her family members, instead she’d lost only one. Of course, the one that she’d lost …
She shakes herself, trying to clear her head. But as she slips in behind a buckskin mare that she doesn’t recognize, Lagertha’s words bring it all back. Her mother, soaring overhead, a dark wolf latched onto her shoulder, the fire starting, consuming her …
But it’s not Lagertha’s fault. Lyris is, was, reckless. And unaware of her limits. Or at least, often ignored her limits. And in the war she’d simply come across the wrong opponent. There’s nothing Lagertha could have done to prevent that. “No, Lagertha. You did better than any of us could in that situation.” Certainly better than Lexa. If Lagertha hadn’t knocked her out … Lexa shudders to think of what could have happened. Likely she would have ended up hurting a fellow sister. “I will continue to support you as Khaleesi.”
and the living are hungry.
lexa.