Sticks & Stones.

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⚔︎ Loss and Prophecies ⚔︎

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When the mage had first told Renly she was going to die, she hadn't believed him.

There was no way her fate was set.

That there was no loophole or workaround, maybe Merlin and the others had gotten it wrong.

But she knew, in her heart that it was true.

She had seen it.

In her dreams, the knife in her stomach, the life draining out of her.

It hadn't been until her visit to the Darklands that she had finally come to accept her fate.

She had gone in, hoping for answers and all she had found were more questions.

And nightmares.

But she had accepted it, and she had come to terms with her impending death, and up until recently, she had been ready to die without regrets.

And then she met Arthur, and all of a sudden her life was filled with regrets.

But pulling her closer when she would end up dying felt cruel, so she kept as much distance between them as she could.

Renly stood in the kitchen of the safe house watching as Arthur spoke to a wounded Back Lack.

"Let's get your arse on that boat, Lack. There's a good fog

Wet Stick said from the doorway.

Renly straightened preparing herself to help haul Back Lack to the boat.

"I need a little breather."

Back Lack said from his spot on the floor.

A sense of dread washed over Renly at his words.

"Load everyone else up and come back for me."

He instructed.

"No, I'll stay with you."

Blue argued.

"No, you won't. Give 'em a hand."

Back Lack ordered his son.

When Blue still hesitated Renly spoke up.

"I'll stay with him."

All eyes in the room cut to her.

Arthur's eyes were blazing and he went to argue but Renly grabbed his arm pulling him close.

"Blue isn't leaving his dad here, somebody needs to stay might as well be me."