Fifteen year old Honora watches the walls of the castle from the Tower room, lost in thoughts of what could have happened to her sweet brother, Alex. She weeps for hours without even noticing how, like a dream, time had vanished. Her neat pale skin had turned red as a Ruby Rose grape, due to the pressure of her skin on the tower edge, without her noticing or bothering, all she wanted was to be in Alex's arms.
Xander on his way to the kitchen spots her from the yard as she stares beyond the walls, gazing into nothingness.
" Honora"
He yells out her name but she is too fargone to hear.
"Honora, Honora"
He continues to yell out her name but she still seems sunk in deep. He finally decides to the stairs to the Tower room. He reaches the room and calls her name one more time.
"Honora"
She turns her back and sees him.
"Did you find our brother?"
Were first words that fell out of her mouth, she didn't notice Xander with a forehead scar.
"Tommen is still out there on the search with our men"
Xander spills casually as Honora turns back to the window.
('Our men', like he contributed anything to the search that had been going on for hours)
Between a flash of time the conversation ended. Honora hears horses neighing from the walls, she immediately sprints down the tower, walking down the field to see the news Tommen has brought.
"Brat"
Xander spat out immediately she left him for the stairs
Honora runs into the arms of Tommen immediately she gets to the courtyard.
"Did you find him?"
Honora asked, aware that they didn't, she asked anyways. Tommen didn't say much, he had already given her an answer as their eyes talked. Tears rolls down her cheeks as Tommen pulls her closer in his arms, he looks up and sees his twisted brother watching from the Tower room, emotionlessly.
***
The Chapel of Brighton. The most prestigious and monumental building in the kingdom after the Castle.
Most believing indigenes came to pray while the unbelievers, mostly foreigners came to view and admire the art of the building, it was also the place Anne ran off to when she was overwhelmed with her feelings.
"Make sure no one comes in"
She ordered Podrick. She knew sooner or later Calah was going to come barging in at any moment but she was definitely sure she didn't need that, all she wanted to do was pray.
"Yes, my lady"
Podrick assured her firmly
She takes off her slippers at the footwear shack directly beside the door before stepping into the cold floor of the chapel. For an aromatic reason, she also came because she fancied sweet sensation of incense. She gently walks down to the statue of the Mother Mary she begins to cry.
"I don't deserve this, I've always done your bidding, I've payed my dues, I have been a good daughter. Please, don't let me get killed, Mother please protect me"
The nuns passing by hear her whimpers but leaves her to her prayers. After all, royalties are humans too.
The priest from a corner notices her and decides to approach her.
"My lady"
She quickly wipes off her tears with her dry palms, avoiding any form of embarrassment.
"Father, pardon me"
