Theirs is a fleeting love. It can never be more.
She belongs to her Father, House, and future husband more than she belongs in Starfall.
Her home will not be her own.
Still, when he reaches into the empty space between them, she accepts his hand. They twirl about merrily on dirt as if it were stone. A union of dance borne beneath the heavenly sky.
He smiles, her wolf boy, and she smiles back. One night, close enough to taste sharpened teeth and feel his furs.
It is worth it, she thinks, as moons pass and her belly swells.
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She shines more than ever; radiant. Or, so she is told.
It is harder to move about and her gowns are tight around the middle. She thinks of a wolf boy on cold nights whilst wishing for warmth.
They do not have a future together, but this babe is hers.
Joy bubbles up like the blue-green sea along Dorne's sunny, salted shore in a playful mood. She laughs and her brother, violet eyes dancing with shared mirth, draws near. Her hand sweeps over her round stomach.
"Come feel the kick," she tells him, raised palm open and waiting for his.
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Blue roses carry frost with a deadly bite.
Winter wolves race South, but their pelts were not made to withstand such heat. Can you hear them howl?
When the Rebellion sparks, so does the hunt. The waters run red and rubies are fished from the stream. Her brave brother, cloaked in white, is slain in the sand. The lone wolf brings back both Morning and Dawn.
A stag king claiming fury sits upon the throne of swords.
She weeps meteors. They slide silently down her cheeks in flashes almost too quick for the eye to see.
Alone, Ashara Dayne falls.
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