This idea of the story is not technically mine but Stuart Hill's, though the story that has now being written, is my idea.

Its what I think would have happened in Thirrin and Oskan's wedding and when Thirrin is finally dying and she, well, you'll see.


Thirrin walked down the hall, accompanied by Titus. Even at the age of 60, she stood tall, and her once blazing red hair, had turned to silver. The last red heir Thirrin had found, turned silver just that morning.

Behind all the fierceness outside of her, she carried a burden that hadn't eased up at all. Thirrin Freer Strong-In-The-Arm Lindenshield Wildcat of the North Taker of the hand of Bellorum and also his killer, had lost her love, her reason for living happily, the only reason she was alive at all, 25 years ago, in a war that made her heart ache every time she thought about it. His murderers had been her love's father. Not only his father but also he and Thirrins daughter, the one they had raised and loved, and the one who had turned against them because of jealousy.

Oskan the Witchfather. Oskan the powerful warlock. Oskan the Witch's Son. Those were his names. He was known as those names, and they had gradually changed one by one. The first name she had known him by was Oskan Witch's Son. Thirrin remembered the day they had met as though it was yesterday. One day a princess thirteen years of age, followed by her escort of soldiers had gone out hunting. It had turned all wrong with one of her soldiers becoming injured and the rain starting to pour down on them heavily. As they searched around for shelter, they came upon a dark figure who turned out being a boy of fifteen. The boy was kind enough to give them shelter, care for her soldier and even give them food.

How much Thirrin wished for that day to come yet again. As much as it had been awkward, it was the best day of her life. No wars to worry about, no country to rule, she had had a father and now she had met her best friend.

Though, the moment she had turned 50, Thirrin was sick and tired of ruling alone and had given the title to her heir, Cressida.

As Thirrin and Titus finally reached the room they had destined for, the two stopped and faced each other.

Titus smiled. At the age of 35, the once upon a time ten year old when Thirrin had first met with a pretty face and a tooth loss, had now turned into a handsome young man.

"Wish I would be just as nice looking when I turn old," he told Thirrin.

Thrrin frowned,"Who're you calling old Mr?"

Titus laughed and hugged the person who had been like a mother to him for the past years.

"Say bye to the others for me ok?" Thirrin whispered when they let go. He nodded and grinned. Then turned away, fighting back tears, for he knew this was the last time he'd see her talking.

Thirrin sighed and went inside the room.

She got into her bed and closed her eyes. When Oskan died, his spirit told her that they shall meet once again when her hair turns the silver of moon. Now was the time. She dimly remembered her wedding. That day had been one of her good days too.

Thrirrin closed her eyes and remembered...

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As they finally returned to Frostmarries, Thirrin and Oskan came off their horses and ran inside the castle.