Becoming the White Lady

With her face covered in a silent mask of tears she enters the king's chambers with news of grief; far too much grief for her to have to bear alone

My lord, your son… he is dead. My lord? Uncle? Will you not go to him? Will you do nothing?!!

The king neither speaks nor moves, it is as if he did not hear, or care. She can barely mask the pure grief and anger that course through her veins. The faint whisper of a dingy robe being drawn over the floor is heard, not being able to maintain what remains of her composure any longer she flees the room to mourn the loss that she can barley comprehend.

For hours she remains along in her grief and loneliness. Again the sounds of a heavy cloak brushing across the hard floor can be heard as another joins her. She ignores him, long ago was when she first gave up all hope, for she first knew then that she was alone, no one would be there for her, not even her beloved uncle. She had become cold, bitter.

What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now that you brother has deserted you

With a sob she lashes back,

Leave me alone snake!!

His next words prove only to add to he suffering, driving spears into her anguish filled heart, for to her grief-riddled mind they are ever so true.

Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night. When al your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair so cold, like a morning pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

With a bitter passion she spits out an aching retort and runs from the chamber to the outside of the king's hall. As the tears course down her face, and the wind whips her hair about, she blindly faces the city for numerous agonizingly long minutes of utter silence. With one last sob she accepts what seems to be her fate and buries all that she once was deep within herself and becomes the cold and bitter White Lady of Rohan


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