Who: Aeria, ? When: May 22, sometime after the talk with Elia Where: Maegor's Holdfast, outside Myrwin's chamber Rating: PG-13 Status: Open
Aeria closed the door to her brother's chambers and slumped back against the wall. The hall was empty, luckily, but she didn't care. She was using every trick of healing she knew, and it still felt useless. Changing bandages, begging the gods for a reprieve... but how long would even his stubborn spirit cling to this world? She had always counted on his being there- perhaps too much. Without Myrwin, without Elia, where did that leave Dorne? Henry, who was old already, then Prosperyn who was lost to the Kingsguard... then Karlyx. Aeria let her head rest against the wall and she looked up at the arched cieling overhead, and the shadows that never seemed to entirely leave.
Please let him wake, she prayed, no longer certain whether she prayed to the seven in the unseen sky or the waiting shadows.