A Snippet of Life
"So who are you anyway?" snapped my daughter-in-law.
"Does it really matter?" Arya replied, with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
I looked at my brother, (or half-brother, perhaps, we never had learnt who his father was) Eragon, as he watched from his seat in the corner, looking amused. He'd learnt long ago to let her fight her own battles.
It was in moments like these that I felt a hundred years younger. This was how it should always have been. No war to battle. No betrayal. No redemption.
I wish you could see this Nasuada.
Perhaps she could.