𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

15

THE WOLFSWOOD

                          

VISENYA glanced up as the night greeted them silently, and she despised it all with a passion that surprised her. Her rage was not to be tempered, and all she wanted to do was return home. But Winterfell was gone and all those that were once loyal had probably been killed. She despaired that her brother was dead, kind and gentle Bran, but she had to hold hope. It was all she possessed.

"Are you well, Princess?" Asked Ser Barristan as they rode upon the horses.

Visenya didn't quite know what to say to that.

"You don't look well? I know Winterfell is missed but we must carry onwards."

"I know," whispered Visenya.

But the regretful thoughts of Bran never seemed to leave her, not even the warm presence of her cooing dragons brought enough joy.

"Your dragons seem to think otherwise," commented Ser Barristan.

"They know me well."

"What truly is the matter? I cannot guess the cause of your pain!"

"Bran," muttered Visenya. "We left him behind."

"Ah," sighed Ser Barristan. "There was nothing we could do. I'm sorry."

"I know! Believe me, I do. But I cannot help but think we could've tried..."

The Knight frowned, wishing to soothe her worries but he could not. At the time all he had been worried about was his charge, as was his duty.

"I know it's silly," said Visenya.

"It isn't, my lady, we all have the right to worry about our siblings. and Bran mightn't be your brother by blood, but he is by name. And the heart shall always worry over those whom we love. That is a fact that shall remain."

"He's my family," whispered Visenya.

"Aye," agreed Ser Barristan.

"I cannot return for him," she sighed, looking back in a rather regretful manner.

"No," said the Knight. "You cannot."

"But, do you think I'll ever forgive myself?"

"There is nothing to forgive," stated Ser Barristan. And he was sure in that.

But all she could think of was her brothers and sisters. Robb was off at war, and she had yet to see him, and might not ever judging by the way things were going. And sweet innocent Sansa had been left to the vile snakes that had infested Kings Landing, and all Visenya could do was thank the gods she wasn't there any longer. And Arya, heaven knows where that wild child was. But she knew her youngest sister would survive, she was a wolf. That much could be seen as certain. And Bran, the brother she had abandoned. Although it was no fault of her own, the situation was far from easy and they had barely escaped with their lives in tact. Rickon, thankfully, was sleeping well in her arms. And he was the only comfort in which she had.