be as steady as she needs

by Val-Creative

As much as Meera was a warrior, there were moments of long, dignified reflection and girlish intent. She knew how to wreath the coldsnaps and scarlet frostfires from Beyond-The-Wall, while laughing and fatigued, crowning Bran on a whimsical impulse.

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As much as Meera was a savage warrior, there were moments of dignified reflection and girlish intent.

She knew how to wreath the coldsnaps and scarlet frostfires from Beyond-The-Wall, edging on fatigue, crowning Bran on a whimsical impulse. Bran can still remember their oddly perfumed scent. Meera's warm grin crooking her lips.

"You didn't ask me to stay with you," she declares in his well-lit chambers. Meera's patchy tunic streaks with wight-blood.

"I should have," Bran murmurs, soft-spoken as usual, but he looks rueful. "Forgive me, Meera."

Those pale pink lips crook, twitching with emotion.

"You are forgiven, my prince."

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Requested by TeenageCriminalMastermind (AO3): "BranMeera; Meera returns and Bran asks her forgiveness and they have a moment." Okie dokie thanks for the prompt and any comments/thoughts welcomed!