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A/N: This is a short one-shot from Silas' thoughts, from his point of view which is always hidden in mystery throughout the book.
Silas was in love with the Lady on the Grey because Silas was in love with the idea of death. They were all dancing, the living and the dead; the Macabray. But Silas, Silas wouldn't, couldn't join in. It was painful, being neither alive, nor dead, walking the thin boundary of immortality. Silas had seen it all.
The Honour Guard gave Silas something to do, to pass the time, and it felt good to give something back, wedged in limbo as he were. But all he'd ever wanted was to smile, to meet the Lady for the last time and accept the ending of his life. Because the Lady on the Grey, with her mysterious smile, her beautiful, magnificent horse, was Silas' one true love. She was all he longed for, but could never have.
Nobody Owens knew nothing of Silas; Silas was always the tall, dark, mysterious guardian that would always be there for him. Silas loved the boy, but Silas wanted to be like him, so much. There was jealousy hidden amongst the loyalty to protecting the boy. Bod had escaped the Lady as a baby, grown up in the graveyard, alive, but surrounded by the reality of death. Bod had danced with the Lady, and Silas wanted, too, to feel her close, and to dance in joy with the Lady on the Grey, but Silas was trapped in the half-life he led, and he hated it, he did.
The Lady on the Grey had broken his heart, but Silas' heart didn't beat anymore. He was a nothing in the eyes of the world. So Silas watched, and Silas is always watching from afar; from where he will never have the fortune of being taken away one day from the sphere of life on the mighty horse's back, with the Lady on the Grey. He can imagine her shimmering cobweb skirts and her grave, grey eyes, glittering gently with a welcome, just for Silas himself.
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