Forget - me - not

We were so close

The morning sun had risen and Cregan sat with a gaggle of men he had brought with him from the north. Breakfast time had fell upon them and the ravenous animals scoffed down their meals whilst their lord sat silently.

"What happened then my lord?" The man next to him asked in a hushed tone. Obviously pointing out the gossip Lord Baron had falsely spread.

"Im sure you've heard the whispers." Cregan answered.

"Not whispers I believe."

A man on the other end of the table then slammed down his hands. "Oh who cares what he did. Starks obviously got his tail between his legs about something and it definitely ain't cos of that Odel Baron."

"Thats enough Torrhen." The lords said.

"Im defending you here." He replied

"And I'm appreciative of it."

"Then whats your problem?"

The Lord slammed his fists onto the table causing it to rattle the plates and disturb the peaceful morning. He grabbed the sword that rested beside him and left.

It was the anniversary of his father's death.

-

"There goes the cruelest man the gods ever blew breath into." Spoke Lewyn.

Daena nudged him with her elbow.

"What?" He asked

"If you spoke any louder i think the deaf could hear you." Daena said.

The princess sat on the floor admits the grass making a flower crown, Lewyn sat next to her chewing her ears off whilst Bella laid on a bench, hands in the air as she read. And of course the sly comment the boy made was about Cregan.

"I do not care if he hears me" Lewyn began. "If my horse wasn't so stupid and didn't throw me off i would of had the chance to give the lord of Winterfell - "

"Lewyn." Daena nudged. "Lewyn."

"What?" He turned to Daena then to where she was looking.

Bella realised the unusual silence and popped her head up and turned to look where their gaze led.

"Is he crying?" Daena asked.

"I don't know." Bella answered in a whisper.

"Im going to go see." The princess then stood but was then dragged back down again.

"What happened to ignoring him?" Lewyn said with a raised brow.

"Well... ignoring someone doesn't count when you're being nosy."

He rolled his eyes.

"If he's crying and heading to the weir wood tree then maybe you shouldn't." The dornish girl reasoned.

"It's fine i wont talk to him I'll just go see if he's crying." She then stood and followed him closely.

She followed him through the hallways and into the garden that held the weir wood tree. It was early morning, birdsong filled the air whilst dim rays of light filtered through the leaves, casting a spotlight on the lord.

His hair danced in the breeze and his garments clutched to his sweating skin. Tears slipped off his pale face like dew sliding off a leaf, and his sword, yet stabbed into the ground still wobbled with anger.

Daena could sit and stare at his shadow for hours on end, but admiring the Lord Stark was a task she could forever uphold. The world seemed still. With the weir wood twisting into itself and the leaves flailing and falling, the lord bent over his knee and the birds hummed a mournful tune.