A Song of Frost & Flame

by Chimaera1201

When Robert's Rebellion broke out, the ancient friend and ally of the Starks, House Tormont offered their oldest daughter to the Lords of the Corridor for their alliance. Powerful and respected, the Taugere family kept the way north safe and at peace for thousands of years. But a less known prophecy may declare if the world will freeze over again, or burn in the fires.

8. Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 – THE KNIGHT AND THE FLOWER

The excitement of the Horn Festival finally ended, and those who had come from afar returned to their homes while preparations for a wedding were well under way. Claira and Milla walked the long pathway through the outside gardens allowing the freshness of the day's light to wash over them while Falgon followed close by, always unforgiving in his devotion. The seam of a wide sleeved blue and gold dress brushed about Claira's ankles, and her maiden wore a court dress fashioned of red and black.

"Will you remain here at Mount Ardor, lady Milla?" Claira asked, somehow dreading the question, the thought that her closest friend would no longer be with her had brought an unease about her that would not subside, but then Milla smiled.

"We will, my lady. Both my, and my sweet husband-to-be's interests lay here. Mount Ardor is our home, as much as it is yours." she said, and this lifted the heaviness from Claira's heart.

"I am so happy to hear that. It will not be easy to find another who would be as capable as you, or lord Berin." she confessed.

"I have mentioned the possibilities; but he wishes to remain here. He and lord Raeghun have been friends for many years, and he is quite fond of him." she told as they walked.

"Brothers would be closer to the facts, though." Claira said, smiling; entertaining the thought of a 'growing family' and they shared a laugh.

"I trust your families will be attending?" Claira asked as she glanced over the horizon.

"I believe that mine will, they should be arriving later this day or perhaps on the morrow; but I'm worried about Berin. He asked maester Adlyn to send a raven for him, but the bidding was solely for his mother." Milla said, the chiming of her voice dying down to a bitter hum.

"I see. I feel sorry for him, I understand he did not have a positive relationship with his mother's husband. But I am sure things will work out." Claira said as she looked back at her, and noticed her gaze lost into the sky.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, and then walked back to her.

"No. I'll be married to lord Berin Trentin of the Corridor in the next two days; he's made me the happiest that I've ever been. What my father might think, should not bother me." she turned back smiling, but with a lingering uneasiness behind her light green eyes. Then Claira smiled and took her hands, her icy touch sending prickles up the maiden's arms.

"They will be just as happy for you as I am. I am sure of it." she assured, bringing a spark of light to her features. Then Claira turned, wrapping her arm around Milla's elbow.

"Come. I have a bride's gift for you." she said, smiling and Milla followed dutifully. They entered the castle and made their way up the long winding halls and towards the lord's wing and entered, before she took her further into one of the bed chambers. She opened a tiny box and took something from inside before turning and coming back.

"Hold out your hand." she instructed, and the maiden did as she was bid. Claira held out hers, and dropped a small silver chain adorned with topaz gemstones and amber tears into her hand. Milla stared at the beautiful bracelet.

"It is beautiful, my lady. I can't accept this." she said bringing her hand closer to Claira, but she smiled at her warmly.

"I am the lady of Mount Ardor, Milla. You are not allowed to refuse me. It is my bride's gift to you, and you will accept it." she insisted, and Milla's hand clasped shut and she held the bejewelled band against her chest.

"You honour me greatly, my lady. I cannot thank you enough for this." she said, and then they left the bed chamber. Another handmaiden met them in the hall, advising that the southern hall stood prepared for their mid-day meal and they were waited upon. They made their way down the southern feast hall, and enjoyed a selection of breads, cheese, sausages and wine, with apple pie and custard for sweetness before proceeding on their business of the day. Milla was overseeing new preparations for the evening banquet while Claira addressed cook Jeody on the selection for their evening meal of turkey, sweetened carrots, countryside greens and baked potatoes. A guard came in from the doorway.

"My apologies for disturbing you, lady Milla. Someone has arrived to meet you." he announced, and she discarded her activities, and headed down and through the Hall of Fire and exiting the hold. She stopped on the steps, glimpsing the bright banners of a field of sunflowers under a deep orange sunset sky. Lord Raeghun and lady Claira had already issued the visitors a welcome. A short slender woman with long ash blonde hair, and clear green eyes dressed in light brown stood beside a boy with similar features who may have seen his ten and third year while a man of less than average height and stocky build, dressed in black boots, woollen breeches, a quilted doublet of green velvet and a black cloak around his shoulders spoke with the lord of Mount Ardor; and then his eyes went to her. One eye, clear and green like summer grass; and the other white and sightless. The boy looked up.

"Meela!" he slipped from his mother's arm and ran towards her. Milla rushed down the steps to greet them, and threw her arms around her little brother as he slammed into her excitedly.

"Rod, my sweet baby brother!" she laughed, and he looked up at her, his arms still securely around her waist.

"I've missed you so much. When are you coming home?" he asked with tears in his eyes, and she had to fight to keep back her own.

"Soon." she assured, and then looked up at the others.

"Come, I can't stand here with you all day." she said and led him back to the party waiting at the bottom of the stairway. Her father raised his arms to her, and smiled warmly.

"Milla, my precious sunflower." he greeted, and her arms went around him in a loving embrace.

"Dadda." she breathed against him, and after a moment more he released her and she went to her mother to greet her in the same way with 'Mammy'. Her father looked around for a moment, and then turned towards her.

"So, where's this man of yours?" he asked, and then noticed a tall figure approaching from inside the castle.

"Is this him?" he asked, indicating the sentinel as he stopped at the bottom of the stairway.

"Heavens, no!" Milla said, blushing; and Falgon smiled gently.

"I would be greatly honoured, my lord; but I'm afraid that position has already been taken up by another." he said bowing; and then turned his attention to Claira.

"My apologies, your grace. Maester Adlyn wished that I present you with this." he said, handing a parchment to Claira for inspection.

"Thank you, ser Falgon. I'll send someone to the herbalist's." she said, folding the parchment in her hands and then returned her attention to the guests. Raeghun turned towards the doors.

"Lady Milla, you may have your family accommodated in the west wing of Mount Ardor." he said, and she thanked him before turning back to her family.

"I just know you will enjoy it here." she said smiling, and then looked at her father.

"Lord Berin will be joining us soon." she said, and they followed her into the castle. Her mother turned back.

"Come, Hrodrich." she called to her son, admiring the horses in the stable; and he followed. She escorted them to the west wing of Mount Ardor with its many lavish bed chambers, lodging them in two rooms closest to the lavender bath. After settling in, she escorted them back to the Hall of Fire, and Milla saw Berin speaking with two other sentinels, lighted by the fire of the great hearth.

"Ensure that the guards are relieved at midnight, and I want men posted at the towers constantly. The gate is the only way in or out, it must remain secured at all times." she heard him order, and secretly admired his ability for leadership. She looked back at her family, and smiled. Well, no time like the present.

"Come, you must be famished from the journey." she invited, and they followed her down the steps.

"My knight." she called to him as he handed a parchment to the closest sentinel with further orders for the evening.

"My flower." he turned, and suddenly paused, the breath catching in his throat as he watched them approach. But in an instant he eased, and faced them fully as Milla reached him and put her hands around his right arm and turned back to her family.

"My dear ones, this is lord Berin Trentin, my betrothed." she announced, and Berin bowed to them.

"Such a pleasure to finally meet you, lords and lady Scharer." he greeted. Her mother came forward, placing her arms around him.

"The pleasure is ours, my dear boy." she said, pressing him tighter and then released him. Rod shared the enthusiasm, but her father stood staring at him.

"It's nice to meet you, Berin." he said dryly, and Berin bowed his head; then Milla moved forward slightly, sensing the density of the atmosphere.

"The banquet awaits." she urged, and together they made for the southern hall. Milla's family shared the high table with her and Berin, and lord and lady Taugere while the other inhabitants of the hold piled in at the long tables set out in the hall. Milla's mother sat admiring a new feature to the hall from her place across Raeghun. A large fireplace set behind the seats of the Taugere heads, bringing warmth and light into the hold.

"This is a beautiful fireplace, lord Raeghun. It adds so much of elegance to your hall." lady Bea said, and brought her eyes to meet his. He smiled as he replaced a chalice on the table.

"Thank you, my lady. I had our stonemasons set it shortly after my father and mother's departure from this world, to honour their memory. We named it the fervid hearth." he explained; and she cast a quick glance at Berin at his right side, busy entertaining Rod.

"How long have you known lord Berin?" she asked, taking her chalice from the table.

"Most of my life. He grew up with me here, our age differs with but a few moons. We've had many adventures together, and faced more than a few hardships. He is the head of my sentinels, and along with ser Falgon one of my strongest." he said.

"The two of you are very close." she reflected,

"He's my brother. I would face a hundred wars with him at my back and not have the slightest care for my own safety. He is honourable, and loyal to a fault. I would not have anyone else as my personal sentinel." he said, and she sat back bringing the chalice to her lips.

"How wonderful. And such a comfort that he will be the man standing beside my Milla." she said, and Raeghun laughed.

"There is really no need for any concern, my lady. None is more capable than him." he assured. Serving girls kept the goblets full of sweet mead, and served the members of the hall delightfully and the evening carried on pleasantly.

"It's been years since I last saw you, lady Claira. But I can report that your father is doing well, he and lord Gerald still comes to see me often. The young lord has been promised to lady Dyana Umber, and has mentioned that they are coming here for your lord husband's name day this year. We might find them on the road." lord Luitpold said from his place opposite from her.

"That is wonderful news, I've missed them dearly. They did not send a raven to inform me, though." she mentioned, and a slight flush found his rounded cheeks.

"Oh, it might have been meant for a surprise. So, you didn't hear it from me." he said, and she laughed.

"I'll still act surprised." she said. Finally, the tables were cleared and the majority of the household left to find their beds for the night. Milla leaned forward towards her father, he'd been silent for some time, just looking towards the other side of the hight table where her intended was seated beside his lord.

"Are you al right, Dadda?" she asked, suddenly anxious and he looked back at her.

"Was this the right choice, for you?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"I don't understand." and he took a deep breath.

"I don't believe him suitable, as a husband for you." he determined, and her fingers pulled back under her palms.

"He is the best choice for me, Dadda." she said stubbornly, and then his hand reached for hers.

"You're my only daughter, your place is with us. Had the choice been mine, you would marry a high lord of the north; not some glorified body-guard." he said, and she pulled away from him.

"The choice is not yours; it is mine and I will live with it until the end of my days." she said, and he stared at her.

"If you decide to go through with this, I will not present you to him." he said, and she stood.

"You don't have to. The lord of Mount Ardor may present me to my husband; he will have no objections. He has already consented to the match." then she turned, and vanished from the hall. Lord Scharer was left feeling frustrated and utterly exposed. Berin stood from his place next to Raeghun.

"If you will pardon me, my lords and ladies." he excused himself and then moved away from the table. Rod stood from the table as well.

"Wait for me." he called, and Berin looked back at him.

"Shall I escort you to your quarters, my lord?" Rod smiled happily.

"Yes please." and they left the hall, then after another moment of silence Milla's father stood as well.

"Please excuse me, lord Raeghun, lady Claira. It's been a long day, and I fear that I have enjoyed too much of your fine mead." he said, and held his hand for Bea. Claira nodded.

"Of course, my lord." she said, and then Raeghun stood as well, holding a hand for her.

"Yes, I believe it is time for rest." he agreed, and then looked at Luitpold.

"Sleep well, my lord." he greeted, and the southern hall was left empty as all made their way to their beds.

Milla rearranged items in her room, despite the constant order of her belongings. A soft knock at the door drew her attention.

"What is it?" she answered, not stopping to reflect on who might be standing on the other side. Then the door opened, and closed again securely.

"My flower." Berin's voice called to her.

"Yes?" she continued shuffling the items on the dresser.

"I apologise for disturbing you. May I speak with you?" he asked, and her eyes left her hands for the hard surface of the wall.

"You're already inside, so speak." she said, and then heard him coming closer to her. In an instant of vulnerability her hands went to her face as new tears left trails down her cheeks. He gently took her arms and turned her to face him.

"Please don't cry. Sunflowers are yellow, and shining. Not red." he said, wiping the tears from her.

"I'm sorry." he said, cupping her face with his hand.

"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything." and he sighed.

"Your father doesn't approve of me." her hands found his wrists, fingers wrapping around the shape of the muscles.

"I don't care. I will be yours, and you will be mine, regardless of his thoughts." she said, leaning her weight against him as his arms slid around her.

"This is my choice. Mine, not his. And I've already made it." she determined, and his lips found her neck as they stood together.

"What would happen in the future?" he whispered, and she breathed him in.

"Eventually, he will accept it. He's not like this." she assured, and his arms pressed her tighter against him before releasing her.

"Very well. Sleep well, my flower. I will see you tomorrow." he said, leaning closer and placing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

"Good night, my crimson knight." she greeted softly, and then he left her chambers. In the safety of the west wing, after closing the door securely Bea turned to face Luitpold.

"Do you mind telling me, what is going through your head?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked pausing from undoing the laces of his doublet. She came over to him.

"Milla is our only daughter. She has already left our home for this one." she said, and he resumed his activity.

"She deserves better." he said.

"She has made her choice. You know how headstrong she is; we can either accept her decision or refuse it, she won't change it." Bea said, and Luitpold's eyes came back to her.

"I would not have chosen him for her. He can't provide for her." then her hands took his.

"I have spoken with lord Taugere, he trusts that man with his life. Doesn't that say enough?" then her husband sighed.

"Then I won't get her back..." he said softly, and her hand went to his face.

"Do you want to lose her completely? She loves him, and he's a good man." he nodded slowly, reflecting.

"I will make my amends with her in the morning." he determined.

Morning came, and lord Scharer departed their chamber for that of their son; but seeing that he was not there decided that he must be with his daughter. He left the west wing and saw one of the sentinels ascending the stairway; evidently on his way to meet with the lord of the hold.

"Pardon me, ser. Have you seen my daughter?" Gavin stopped and looked at him, puzzled.

"My lord?" he was lost for a moment.

"My daughter, your lady's court maiden." Luitpold clarified, and the sentinel's face lit up.

"Oh, yes. They're in the garden, my lord." he advised, motioning to the doorway of the southern hall, from where a door would take him directly to the gardens.

"Thank you." he duly made his way down the many steps to find her outside with Berin and Rod, where the couple sat on a stone bench watching while Rod played tug-of-war with one of the castle guard dogs. He stopped, watching them. Berin picked a flower from one of the many bushes around them, and gently added it to her glinting hair before leaning over and kissing her on her cheek, then stood up and turned to leave. He came down the little pathway, then stopped seeing her father. He bowed to him formally.

"Good morning, lord Scharer. I trust you had a peaceful evening?" he greeted, and the lord smiled.

"Good morning, lord Berin. We have, thank you. If you wouldn't mind it too much, I would like to meet with you again later today, once you have completed your duties?" he requested, and Berin nodded.

"Of course, my lord." he agreed, and the lord's smile broadened.

"Wonderful. Now, don't let me keep you." he said, stepping aside and allowing Berin to pass him, then he looked over at his children, seeing Milla watch over young Rod who now rolled in the grass with the playful dog. He breathed in and made his way to her before sitting down on the bench next to her.

"Milla?" he leaned forward slightly.

"Yes?" she did not turn to look at him.

"Are you still angry with me?" she sighed, still not turning.

"I just wish you could see him, the way I do..." he inched closer to her, and placed a hand on hers.

"Milla. I've had the entire night to think; and I want to tell you something. But only if you will look at me." then her face turned to his.

"Your happiness means more to me, than a title. If you love Berin, who am I to question you?" her face lit up, and she turned towards him.

"Will you still present me to him tomorrow, Dadda?" he smiled, taking her hand in both of his.

"What would people think of me, if I did not present my daughter to such a fine man?" he brought her hand to his lips before her arms went around him.

"Thank you. I couldn't really picture lord Raeghun walking me into the sept." they shared a laugh.

Lady Bea made her way down a long hallway, feeling discomposed. She sought out maester Adlyn for some aid regarding a slight headache, and seemed to have lost her way. She turned right at a corner, and looked back down the other way of the corridor scanning for people; and suddenly bumped into something hard, and turned back to see the front of a brown doublet under a chest belt and powerful arms. Her head tilted up to see a striking face, and dark eyes bordered by dark shoulder length hair.

"My apologies, my lady. I wasn't paying attention." he excused, and relief washed over her.

"Not at all, that was my fault. I seem to have gotten lost, this is a massive castle." she said, and he smiled.

"It is rather extensive; I've gotten lost several times myself." he said, and then turned raising his hand.

"If it please, my lady. May I escort you to the southern feast hall? Cook Jeody will be serving soon." he offered, and she smiled broadly.

"How kind of you." she followed closely behind him as he led the way.

"How long have you been in lord Taugere's service?" she asked, driving away the silence.

"Near to seven weeks, I believe." he replied, she looked up at him.

"Such a short time, and the lord speaks highly of you. But I'm afraid your name has escaped me." he looked down, still smiling.

"I am called Falgon, my lady." he said, and she glanced at the floor before returning her attention to him.

"Are you high-born, ser Falgon?" she asked, and he chuckled.

"Not 'ser', my lady. I'm not a knight. I've spent most of my existence among mercenaries, not a common practise among high-born, I'm afraid." he explained, and she scoffed slightly.

"You are too well-bred to be of the rabble, though." she mentioned, and he shrugged.

"You learn from others." they rounded another corner and they emerged into the Hall of Fire. He accompanied her down the stairway past the great hearth and again down the grand staircase to the doorway of the southern hall, then turned and bowed to her formally.

"I trust you may find your lord husband awaiting you, my lady. If you will please pardon me, I have other duties to attend to." he excused himself, and then left back the way they came as she entered the feast hall where most were already standing to leave for their daily activities. She approached Luitpold who held out a hand for her.

"Where have you been?" he asked, and she blushed.

"I lost my way. Lord Falgon was kind enough to escort me back here, he's such a gracious man." then she looked around.

"Have you spoken to Milla and lord Berin?" she asked as they sat down.

"I have spoken with Milla, and I have yet to meet with lord Berin." he said, taking a chalice from the table filled with pressed lemon juice, and bringing it to his mouth.

"I hope you'll make things right." then he smiled.

"I intend to." he assured, and then a figure appeared behind them.

"Good morning, my lady. I trust you find Mount Ardor to your liking?" she turned smiling to face Berin.

"It's wonderful, my boy." she returned, and then his attention went to her husband.

"My apologies for disturbing you, my lord. You've requested my attendance?" he reminded, and Luitpold emptied the goblet before standing.

"I did. Come, walk with me." he instructed, and they left the feast hall for the garden. They walked down the narrow pathway to where the garden opened to view the Sunset Sea on the west side of the hold from a thick stone balustrade and long stone arches, the sweet scent of flowers surrounding them.

"I trust you understand why I wished to speak with you?" Luitpold started.

"I did not assume anything, my lord." Berin said, and then they stopped and he turned to face the younger man.

"I have misjudged you, lord Berin. My daughter means everything to me, and I must admit that I could not stand the thought of losing her. However, I've had time to reflect on our circumstances, and her happiness means more than anything; and she has found that with you." he paused for a moment, and Berin waited patiently.

"Will you accept my apology for my behaviour, and my blessing? It will be a great honour to present my only daughter to the lord's finest, and even more so to name you my son." Berin smiled, tentatively.

"You honour me, my lord. But I must apologise to you, as well." he said, and glanced away.

"Whatever for?" Luitpold asked, seeming confused.

"I have neglected to ask your permission for your daughter's hand, and may have judged you falsely." he said, but the lord smiled.

"If I have your forgiveness, lord Berin; you have mine." then he put an arm around his broad shoulders.

"Come, let us enjoy these happier days together." he said, guiding him back to the hold from where they parted ways on other matters. The day proceeded well, until Edur approached Berin in the guard's hall where he was busy addressing the guard rounds.

"Lord Berin, you have a visitor." he announced, and Berin looked up smiling. This day could not be better... He passed the parchment to Edur.

"See that this is tended to, please." he asked, and then passed on his way to meet his mother. He passed through the Hall of Fire and stepped into the light of the sun; and in that instance his bliss shattered, seeing a tall white haired man in his mid fifties speaking with the lord, under banners of deep green and grey with the sigil of a coiled snake around an anvil; and rage filled him.

"Oh, fuck." he came down the steps towards them.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he came up to them, his eyes fixed on the new arrival; who smiled at him, making Berin's blood fume. Lord Geerd Vega, his mother's husband whom had made his life at Bristlemane Stronghold a nightmare for four years before he was essentially saved by the kindness of the liege lord stood there, bringing all of the hells with him.

"I'm here for your wedding, of course." he said, and then turned towards Raeghun.

"If it please, my lord. May I have a few moments alone with… my son?" he requested, and then looked back to Berin saying the last words, his eyes stained with malignity; and Raeghun nodded.

"Of course." he turned to leave, but then paused looking at his friend.

"Come see me after." he said, and then made his way back into the castle. Berin's attention went back to lord Vega, still grinning.

"Is there a place we may speak in private?" he asked politely, and Berin breathed in deeply, trying to suppress the venom in his veins and lifted his hand towards the stable yard.

"This way." he guided him to the building housing the lord's horses and entered into the smell of destriers and hay. Lord Vega ran a hand along a stable gate.

"I can't believe you call this shit hole your home." he said, and Berin turned to him.

"What the-fuck do you want?" he demanded, willing his tone to remain controlled.

"I don't' recall your asking my consent to marry some northern whore." he said,

"I didn't need to ask you for anything, I'll marry a fucking pig if I so wish." Berin said, feeling his hands tense.

"Is it not tradition to ask the lord of the hold to marry your slut?" he asked, stepping closer.

"Fuck you. Lord Raeghun Taugere is the lord of this hold, and the Corridor. Your consent has never even fucking occurred to me." he determined, and the man in front of him laughed.

"You ask a foolish boy permission, for something that important? Where was your head?" his fingers started to tingle.

"He is the liege lord, and a better man than you, so my head is exactly where it should be. I made my decision, and bid my mother to come share this day with us, not you." lord Vega's grin broadened.

"She won't make it. She's dead." his world unravelled like banner strings in the breeze, rage and sorrow flooding him.

"What?" and he could not decide which of the emotions pulled at him more strongly.

"It's how things are, Berin. I had hoped, that by now you would have accepted the ways of fate" Berin turned away from him, feeling the sting to his eyes.

"When?" Geerd thought for a moment.

"A year ago, perhaps more." he calculated,

"My mother leaves this world a year past, and you don't even have the common decency to inform me?" Geerd then took a step forward.

"I've brought a cloak that you will take, for you to represent my house." he advised.

"I won't take your fucking sigil." Berin refused, desperately trying to remain in control of himself.

"Despite everything, you're still my late wife's son. As such it is your duty to honour my name." Geerd said, and Berin again turned to face him.

"I loved my mother, but she had your name, not me. I keep my father's colours, my father's sigil." he said, and Geerd scoffed.

"I see the arrogance has not left you, even after all the beatings I gave you." He stepped forward threateningly, while Berin stood his ground.

"And it seems that, that hog shit you call a lord's discipline on his bastards has slacked, greatly. Has the heir of the 'great' Taugere name softened that much? Or am I to assume that is the fault of that northern hag he's taken into his bed?" he directed spitefully, and suddenly without restraint Berin's left hand grabbed hold of the front of Geerd's tunic.

"Keep your tongue off my family." His green eyes burned into the black beads staring back at him.

"Oh, they're your family now, is it? Well, I suppose it's no wonder, in a place where any bastard can walk in and fuck any whore he wants." Geerd said, raising his hands.

"Had you been a lesser man, I would kill you where you stand. This is my family; this place, and the people here are the ones I care about." Berin said while Geerd forcefully released the young man's grip on his chest.

"Your own father would slit your throat to hear you say that." he said, almost sympathetically.

"My father is dead; my mother is dead. And as far as it concerns me, you were dead as well. That place is just a pile of stones to me, now." Berin said.

"You are weak, Berin. Do not then assume that one day when you sicken of this shit hole, that I will let you return to my stronghold. You've surrendered those rights long ago." Geerd said, and Berin could manage a defiant smile.

"Keep it. And when the day comes, I will tear down that place with you still screaming inside." he passed him then, shoulders brushing but then Berin stopped and turned back.

"I don't want you here. The only thing you've ever done is to make my life miserable. So why don't you just go back from where you came?" Geerd turned, looking at him.

"I've travelled three days to be here, for this day." he said, and Berin took a step back.

"I don't care if you've travelled a fucking full year. I won't welcome you." he said, and Geerd looked up through the beams at a low setting sun.

"I see. But unfortunately, you can't make me leave, can you? We'll set up at the tavern in the village, for now." he decided.

"Stay out of my way. If you do anything to ruin this, I swear I'll kill you." he promised, and Geerd smiled as a party of guards walked past.

"My dear boy, why would I do that?" he asked, instantly changing the tone of his voice.

"Because you enjoy it. You will find any reason to destroy the life I have made." he said, and then the man walked up to him.

"Such a life, such a wonder." he said, placing a hand on Berin's shoulder.

"What a marvel it will be, to see it crumble." he again grinned, and then left the stable to have his party set up in the tavern. Berin made his way down the stables and saddled his dun mare. He needed an escape; he needed the still of the wilderness to ease the sickness in him. He fastened the girth strap securely, and then mounted before driving his heels into the horse's ribs spurring her to race out of the stable, through the open gate and into the countryside to seek refuge beneath the shadow of the woodland.

Night settled over the burning mountain, and Raeghun made his way down the stairway; stopping to glimpse the flames of the great hearth, thinking that apart from the lord's wing, this was his favourite feature in all of the castle. The way it never died out, and cast a constant glow across his hall. A group of guards passed him, on their way to relieve others on the first stretch of the nightly vigil.

"Have you seen lord Berin? He was to meet with me earlier today." he asked, and they stopped.

"Not since this afternoon, my lord. He was seen leaving the castle grounds on his horse." one reported, and Raeghun looked towards the door.

"Which way?" he asked,

"East, my lord." the same guard replied.

"Oh, fuck..." he muttered under his breath, and then turned.

"I'll go out to find him. Have my horse brought from the stables." he ordered, and three guards moved forward.

"Shall we accompany you, my lord?" one asked, and Raeghun paused.

"No. I go alone." Moments later he rode out from the gate into the darkness of night, leaving the brightness of Mount Ardor behind for the shadows, following a trail illuminated by the silver light of a near full moon. Somewhere, far in the darkness he stopped, listening to the world around him. The sounds of owls, fluttering wings, chirping crickets, a frog croaking next to a nearby stream, jackals sounding their eerie calls in the night, and something far off, not matching the quiet of nature. He guided his horse left, leaving the trail and heading for the forest; disappearing into its shadows while the sound grew louder, leading him amidst the trees and into a clearing. A massive oak stood in its centre, flowers dotting the space around it. A horse stood grazing, fastened to a low branch to the right, and under the long old branches a man stood, chipping away at the bark with his sword in frustration. Raeghun dismounted and tied the reins to a close hanging branch before making his way to the figure who had not yet noticed him; and then stood behind him.

"You have a better chance of killing your sword, than that tree, Berin." he said, but his friend did not turn.

"I'll kill him! And if a sword is useless to me, I'll use my fucking fists!" he called into the night, and suddenly dropped to his knees as Raeghun came closer.

"She's dead... She's dead and I wasn't there... I didn't know..." Raeghun laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I am sorry, my friend." he said softly. Berin's hands went to the ground, straining into the soft earth as he screamed, releasing all of the anger, the frustration and the sorrow; his voice carrying far over the horizon and his friend endured.

"There was no way you could know. If the raven was not shot down, it was never sent." Raeghun said as Berin again breathed.

"I should have gone back... I should have gone back years ago..." Raeghun knelt beside him, and his reddened eyes met his.

"When she needed me, I wasn't there... I didn't even have the chance to say good bye to her..." Berin whispered.

"I am sorry. But what would have changed, if you had gone back? Would you still have been the man I know today?" silence followed, and then Berin stood, taking a ruined blade from the ground where it fell.

"I won't return to the hold tonight." he said, throwing the sword at the tree again. Raeghun's hand found his shoulder again, stronger than before and pulled him back.

"Listen to me. He won't stay there, but Milla will; and if that's not a good enough reason to return you can trade in your sword for an axe, that's fine. But lumbering is restricted to the final three months of the year, so you'll have to wait for that." Berin sighed.

"You're right. She is more important." he agreed.

"Good. Now come along, we have enough firewood." they could share a relieved laugh as they went back to their horses, and returned home.

The sun burnt brightly in the sky of a bright day as people packed the tiny little sept of Garde's Post, and a beaming bride stood in a wide blossomed dress of soft peach, low set shoulders and a completely open back, under a white fur lined shawl to keep the occasionally unexpected cold breeze at bay; next to a smiling groom, clad in polished plate and the blue and red of his father hanging from his shoulders.

"Let it be known that Berin of House Trentin, and Milla of House Scharer are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The septon announced over happy faces.

"In the sight of the Seven, and the old beyond count, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." he looked at each of them, raising his hands towards them.

"Look upon each other and say the words" they turned to face each other, and spoke surely.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." they began.

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," he glanced at her hands, still in his.

"I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." both his hands went to her face,

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." he pulled her forward into a kiss before the happy sounds of the people behind them caught their attention, and they turned smiling to face them. They looked over the people, the lord and lady of Mount Ardor at the front of the masses, her family next to them. Somewhere within the masses, black eyes leered at the knight that refused his sigil, while others waited outside, the tallest shadow among them. The wedded couple emerged from the sept, greeting more merriment before the throngs returned to the burning mountain for the wedding feast. They entered the Hall of Fire, with its many burning torches and turned left to face the closed door of the southern feast hall. Raeghun smiled as they approached.

"Would you do us the honour, lord Berin?" he asked, raising a hand to the door.

"Of course, my lord." he stepped forward, placing his hands against the warm wood and then pushed, the doors swinging open wide. A sense of daze washed over him as his eyes met a vision he had not expected to see again in his lifetime. A great blue banner hung above the fervent hearth, displaying a crimson mounted knight flying a banner above his head in a summer wind; the sigil of his father. A strong hand found his shoulder, and his eyes came back to his friend.

"Where did you get this?" and Raeghun smiled.

"A raven brought it to me. My dear wife had it hung this morning." Milla's hands tightened around his arm.

"Are you al right?" he looked at her.

"I couldn't imagine anything better." They dined on a wide selection of roasted game and poultry, battered potatoes, creamed mushrooms, steamed vegetable pot, pumpkin fritters, wines, ales and mead, lemon cakes with cream; and cook Jeody released all of his abilities on a large baked fruit cake, covered by yellow sugar-dough and decorated with a circlet of deep red roses around the centre, and a band of bright blue lilies around the base. The guests filled the many long tables of the southern feast hall, a group with a lute, a drum and a flute released their sweet song into the air with singers, and the night was alive with laughter, up until the point that lord Vega approached the high table. He smiled at Milla, and Berin stood abruptly as he watched him come up the step towards them.

"No need to stand, Berin. You are the guest of honour, after all. I wished to formally congratulate you on this wondrous occasion." Geerd said, extending a hand to Milla. He reached out tentatively, then he took her hand and gently kissed the fingertips, breathing in the scent of wild flowers coming off her skin.

"It is such a joy, to see that my sweet late wife's son has chosen such a lovely woman for his bride." he said as he raised up.

"Thank you, my lord. You are too kind." she accepted, smiling.

"We thank you, for your blessing. Will you be returning to Bristlemane in the morning?" Berin asked, attempting to remain polite, and then Geerd looked at him, still grinning.

"If my horses are well rested, I might. It's a few days travel." he mentioned, and then looked at Claira.

"I also wish to compliment you on your hall tonight, my lord and lady. You have made great efforts. I especially admire the banner hanging above your hearth." he further said.

"Thank you, my lord. It is however, nothing less than what is deserved by our finest." Raeghun said, glancing at Berin, and then Geerd put his hands together.

"Well, let me not keep you. There is still much to be enjoyed this night." he said bringing his eyes back to Berin, who was still standing.

"Be gentle. Such a fragile little thing you have here." he said, and then turned and made his way back through the people while Berin retook his seat.

"I wish he would just go..." Berin muttered, bringing a chalice of wine to his mouth; and Milla looked his way.

"I don't understand why you hate him so much. He's so decent." she said, looking to where Geerd vanished among the people.

"He's decent in front of people where he is seen, but alone he's someone completely different." he said.

"I can't imagine it." she said, shaking her head.

"I am glad that you can't imagine it, and I hope to the gods you won't get to live it." he said, emptying the chalice. The remainder of the evening passed with out incident, and the large cake shared around the hall.

"Ser Falgon!" Raeghun raised his hand, and the tall sentinel approached.

"How will I serve, sire?" he asked bowing.

"There is a parcel in the lower cabinet of the wardrobe in the Hollow. Please bring it to me." he said, and Falgon bowed his head.

"As you bid, sire." he left the table, vanishing from the feast hall. Moments later, Raeghun stood with the chalice in his hand.

"My lords, my ladies, my people. Blissful has this day been that the gods united families. But this night will only last so long, and I believe that our honoured guests deserve their time alone." he announced, and then looked to his side.

"We wish you every blessing, and a thousand years of happiness, lord Berin and lady Milla." the guests stood, grouping into two processes of men and women; but Raeghun smiled.

"Contrary to long held traditions within our hold, there will be no bedding ceremony. I will however, allow a formal escort by our guests to the third level; from where the lord and lady of Mount Ardor will further accompany the bride and her groom respectively to their chamber." he said, hearing disappointed mutters from the crowd. Raeghun held his hand for Claira who rose to her feet, and then looked at Berin and Milla again.

"If you would be so kind, as to lead the way?" he asked, and they stood and made their way from the hall up the grand staircase past the great hearth and up to the third level; turning to their right Milla gasped slightly. Across the doorway to the east wing, three brightly coloured ribbons of blue, red and yellow hung, tied in a bow.

"My gift to both of you, is an enduring chamber in the east wing of the burning mountain." Raeghun said as he turned to them, and then looked at Milla.

"And I believe that my lady has already presented her bride's gift to you. And now I will present mine." Milla could see him holding something, concealed in his hand and then he stepped closer.

"Face your husband, and close your eyes." he instructed and she obeyed. Berin held her hands as her eyes closed, and for an instant she could make out a shadow passing over her before something cold touched her chest and wound around her neck, she could feel his fingers on her back for a moment and then it was gone. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at a beautiful gold flower pendant with a shining garnet set in its centre, hanging on a fine gold chain around her neck. Her fingers touched the smooth stone.

"My lord, it's wonderful. Thank you." she said turning.

"I'm glad you like it." then he looked up, seeing Falgon emerge from the incline leading up to the sun tower and the lord's wing, and then turned to Berin.

"And now for you, my brother." Falgon stopped in front of him, and then knelt; presenting a long blade to him.

"It is my honour, to gift on you the lord's blade of Bristlemane Stronghold." he said, and Berin stared at it. Longer than a longsword, but shorter than the lord's great sword with sharp spines protruding from the cross guard and the pommel fashioned to a great helm. He took hold of the grip, the leather conforming to the shape of his hand and lifted it up in front of him. His free hand grasped the sheath of black leather and released the edge from its protective hold; marvelling at the way the light reflected off the sharp blue steel. Falgon stood and resumed his place behind the lord and lady.

"I don't know what to say..." Berin whispered looking back at Raeghun.

"You don't need to say anything." he assured, and Berin looked at Milla smiling as he replaced the sightly sword in its sheath.

"Thank you, my lord." he said, and then Claira stepped forward holding a large candle in her hand.

"A final gift to both of you awaits in your chamber, my lord and lady Trentin. I hope you will find it suitable." she said, and the couple glanced at each other; wondering what she could mean,

"You may open the east wing, lord and lady Trentin." Raeghun said as he took another large candle from one of the serving girls. They approached the large ribbon, each taking hold of the loose ends and pulling; the bright flares of fabric shrivelling and slipping through the loops before the ribbons fell to the ground, leaving the doorway undeterred. Milla smiled and bid their guests a good night before returning to Claira's side. The guests bowed formally as the lady of the hold escorted her court maiden down the long torch lit corridor to their chamber, speaking as they walked.

"This has been a wonderful day." Milla commented.

"It has. It is seldom that we see days like these." Claira agreed. They approached the door of a room next to the bath chamber, the handle adorned with the same red roses, blue lilies and yellow sunflowers and Claira held out her hand.

"Will you do us the honour?" she asked, and Milla smiled as her hand touched the grip and pushed the door open before they stepped in. Milla looked around in astonishment at the spacious chamber. A hearth burned brightly in the right wall, a large bed stood against the wall next to it and yet another banner hung above it's headpiece. A brightly coloured rug was spread across the floor under more roses, lilies and sunflowers, and all of their personal belongings were brought from their respective chambers and united here. Milla looked back at Claira.

"How did you do all of this in such a short time?" she asked softly, and Claira shrugged.

"I had help." she said, and Milla's hands went to her arms.

"We could never be able to thank you enough for this. You've done so much for us." she said, and Claira smiled.

"You're not just my court maiden, Milla. You're my best friend. My lord husband sees Berin as his brother, and that makes you family; all of our worlds are combined into one here." she said.

"Thank you..." she whispered, and her hands came away from Claira, her gaze fixed to the floor.

"Is something wrong?" Claira asked, and Milla's eyes came up to her, a hidden uneasiness behind the glint of her green eyes.

"No. No, nothing is wrong." she assured, and Claira nodded.

"Claira... Can I ask you something?" Milla said, her eyes returning to the floor.

"Anything, Milla." she said,

"I... I don't know how to ask this..." she muttered, and Claira took a step closer to her.

"Are you scared?" she asked softly, and Milla nodded; then Claira breathed in and smiled.

"I was scared, too. But my Raeghun was very gentle with me, as Berin will be with you." she assured, and then Milla looked up at her again, seeming a bit relieved.

"Did... Did it hurt?" she whispered, and Claira's hand went to hers.

"I won't lie to you. It was painful, but it doesn't last long." she comforted, and then Milla nodded again, rising the corners of her mouth in a gentle smile.

"Well, I should get going. We don't want to keep your husband waiting." she determined, and then left the room. Milla discarded her wedding gown and redressed in a light garment before brushing out her hair while allowing the heat of the flames to glow on her skin.

Moments later, Raeghun stood with Berin at the doorway.

"This is where I leave you, my friend." he said, and then turned to leave. Berin's hand found his shoulder.

"Thank you so much, for everything you've done for us." Berin said, and Raeghun looked at him.

"We were happy to do it. You deserve every happiness, Berin. Both of you." Raeghun said, and then again smiled.

"Enjoy the remainder of your evening. Every moment of it, it only lasts so long." he said, and then returned the way they came. Berin breathed in deep, and allowed the air to leave him slowly before entering the room, his heart again skipping a beat as the sight met him. The beautiful room with their belongings, the new banner hanging on the wall with his father's sigil in front of a blazing sunset... no, not a sunset. A sunflower. And his wife sitting on the bed beneath it, smiling at him. He closed the door securely and proceeded to remove his boots and armour before making his way to her, and then she stood as he reached her and his hands went to her shoulders, feeling the warmth on her skin.

"Finally, you are mine; and you won't disappear from me again." he said smiling.

"I can still run." she teased, and he lowered his face to hers.

"I'm the faster one, remember?" he said back before closing his mouth over hers and winding his arms around her, feeling her shiver; and then he pulled back.

"Why are you trembling?" he looked into her eyes as her hands went around him.

"Because I'm afraid..." she whispered.

"Afraid of what?" they sat down on the edge of the bed, and she looked away from him.

"I'm afraid, that I won't compare to any of the others." she said, and he cupped her face with his left hand.

"My Milla... No one could ever compare to you." he started,

"But, you've been to the tavern so many times." then he smiled.

"I went there to get a drink, not a girl. I have no one, to compare you to." he said, and then she smiled at him.

"Lord Raeghun entered that experience with his wife, I could wait for mine." Her hands went to his face as their brows touched tenderly.

"Berin..." the sound of her whispering his name, was more beautiful than that of any songbird.

"I love you, Milla. Do you think I would take any chance to destroy us, on a night that would mean absolutely nothing to me?" he asked as his fingers wove into her hair, then she leaned forward and kissed him again, and he returned her sweet caress. He stood then, pulling her up with him and then his hands moved across her, subtly undoing the string on the small of her back that held the dress in place; and her hands slid under his tunic, her fingers running across his skin, and raising her hands to pull the shirt over his shoulders, baring his torso. His fingers went to her shoulders, and pulled the straps of the dress over the edges, letting it fall to the ground while hers undid the strings of his breeches. Finally released from their restraints, his arms went around her again, pulling her closer to him and his mouth closed over hers. His left hand slid down her back to find a place on her leg, and then he lifted her from the floor, laying her gently on the bed and covering her body with his. His right hand went to her face, and traced a line down her cheek, her throat over her chest and stomach.

"You're beautiful. If there ever had been anyone else, they would never come close to you." he whispered, and kissed her again, allowing his lips to go down to her neck and shoulder. Her hands rested on his back, savouring his touch before the warmth of his lips spread over her chest and further to her abdomen and then returning to the other side of her throat. His left hand caressed the skin of her hip and side, up to her breast while hers softly glided down his back; straining harshly into his sides as he entered her, and she gasped painfully against him; feeling a heated breath against her chest. She gasped and whimpered against him as he moved, and then the pain faded away. Then he turned, allowing her weight to rest upon him while he held her to his chest, and his fingers again finding her hair, keeping her mouth to his. But then she rose away from him, sitting on his hips and supporting her with gentle hands on his chest; his moving up the length of her arms and over her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach before returning to her thighs, and she moved above him, elevating his breaths. He sat forward, bringing his mouth to her chest and his arms around her sides while hers wrapped around his shoulders, scratching at his back; and they breathed against one another as utter bliss took them.

Berin lay on his side, supporting his head on his elbow as he watched his wife beside him, lying on her stomach with her arms beneath her where she slept. His fingers softly caressing the skin of her still bare shoulders and back while a gentle summer breeze filtered through an open window.

"You're beautiful. I love you, so much..." he whispered as he took the hair from her neck, letting it fall down her back, then leaned forward and kissed her warm cheek before taking his place on the pillows, his head still resting on his arm, and his hand resuming the soft trace over her shoulder and back down to where a blanket covered their hips.

"I can't imagine my live with anyone, but you. This has been the best day of my life..." he closed his eyes, not noticing the soft smile rising her lips. Her right hand came from under her, to his face, the fingers resting on him, and her thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of his cheek; and they yielded to sleep.

He woke with her still in his arms, his face nestled against her neck; and her left hand resting on his leg, the golden light of morning shining through the window. He pressed his lips to her skin, and felt her stir.

"It seems I've slept in." she turned to face him.

"Given the circumstances, I don't think lord Raeghun would mind too much." he smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her.

"If he hangs me today, I'm blaming you." she chuckled,

"Why would he do that?" she asked, searching his eyes.

"Because I can't tear myself away from you, this morning." her hand went to his face, and she placed her lips to his. He moved forward to cover her body with his again, before a knock at the door drew his attention, and he sighed. He stood from the bed, and pulled on a fresh pair of breeches from the wardrobe, and slid his boots over his feet before making his way to the door, and opening it. Geerd's black eyes met him, and in his hands he held a tray with fresh plates of eggs, crisped bacon and two heels of bread.

"What the-fuck do you want?" Berin asked, instantly annoyed; but the man smiled.

"I've brought you breakfast. I'm sure you must be famished, after last night." he said, entering the room. He made his way to a dresser, and placed the tray down on its surface before turning; his eyes resting on the woman on the bed who had to resort to clasping the bed sheets in front of her chest for concealment. Berin moved in front of him, shielding her from his stare.

"Thank you. Now get out." he said, then Geerd's eyes went to the banner above the bed.

"Lovely banner. That one's new." he mentioned.

"Lady Claira made it." Milla said softly, and Geerd grinned.

"Talented little wi-... woman, isn't she?" Berin could see the repulsion behind the glint of the black eyes.

"Is there something else, you want?" Berin asked him, clearly frustrated; and Geerd's eyes went back to him.

"Well, I'd like a moment to speak with you, if that's al right with your dear wife?" he said, glancing her way again.

"If it gets you out of our room, then fine." he agreed, guiding lord Vega back to the door; and then he stopped and looked back as Berin opened the door to pass through.

"Enjoy your morning, my lady. I hope we may meet again, later today." he said, and stepped out with Berin following after he seized a shirt from a dresser. Milla sat a moment longer, feeling exposed and violated, but after deciding it was safe stood and dressed for the day in a hooded dress of summer green with an ivory bodice.

Berin walked hastily down the halls with Geerd at his side; hoping they would reach the Hall of Fire before his innate onslaughts started.

"So, how does this whore compare to the others?" He had hoped for too much.

"Much better than what you're used to, I'm sure." he returned.

"This one's shy. I'd hoped for a livelier wench." Berin turned towards him.

"What the-fuck is your problem?" They stopped, hidden by the shadows of the hall.

"You are my problem. Your mother drove me close to mad about you, always going on about how much you looked like your father. She favoured you, despite my sons being past your age and the rightful heirs to Bristlemane. The day I wed her, that hold became mine, and it will pass to my sons when I am gone. You were never my son." Geerd said.

"And you were never my father. So what the-fuck are you still doing here? Why did you come in the first place? Haven't you made my life hell enough?" The man in front of him grinned.

"I haven't even started, and already you're begging me to stop?" In a sudden uncontrolled moment of rage, Berin's hand found his chest and slammed him against the wall.

"Stay away from my wife. I want you gone by sunset." he ordered, and Geerd's spiteful glare burned into him.

"Careful now, Berin. The hog shit lord's sentinels should not be prone to irrational outbursts of violence." Berin's hand came away from him slowly.

"And as I've told you before, you can't make me leave." Geerd said as he stepped forward and corrected himself.

"If the lord of the hold demands it, you must. I could always persuade him." Berin said, and Geerd laughed at that.

"And you think he'd believe you? But if he were a wise man, he'd have sold you to a slaver long ago. This is turning out to be an interesting visit to your shit hole." then he looked up to notice the lady of the hold coming down the corridor with three handmaidens following, and turned back to Berin.

"Enjoy your day, Berin. We'll meet again later." he said and then turned to leave, but bowed formally to Claira as she neared them.

"Good morning, lovely lady Taugere." he greeted merrily, and she smiled politely at him.

"Good morning, lord Vega. You've paid us an early visit; but the east wing was meant to be inaccessible to anyone but a select few this morning." she said, and he smiled.

"My apologies, sweet lady. I merely wished to congratulate my son on such a fine morning." he said timidly.

"Dear as your thoughts were, it could wait until they joined us. If you will please make your way to the rest of our guests in the feast hall, that would be grand." she directed, and after yet another venomous glance at Berin he turned and disappeared down the hallway with Berin's burning eyes on his back. Claira looked at the lord's sentinel.

"Good morning, lord Berin. I apologise for that." she said, and for a moment more his gaze lingered on the figure fading from the light.

"Good morning, my lady. You have nothing to apologise for. I dare say, your presence was a relief." he mentioned, smiling gently at her.

"We may grant you some moments more alone with your wife, if you wish?" she suggested, and Berin shook his head.

"I would like that, but to my regret the morning has already turned somewhat sour for me..." he said, returning his eyes to the hallway.

"I am sorry, lord Berin. The east wing was not supposed to be entered, apart from a single serving girl this morning, and myself." she said, looking the same way he did.

"It's al right, really. You should not be sorry for anything." then he looked back at her, realizing that when Geerd saw the girl approach the wing he seized the tray from her, and entered with all his pleasant shrouds.

"Is lord Raeghun in counsel? I'm afraid I've laid in quite a bit." he asked, and she smiled.

"You were supposed to, lord Berin. My lord husband has already tended to the necessary matters in your absence, he should be in the feast hall." she said, and he bowed to her.

"Thank you. With your leave, I should return to my duties." he said.

"Lord Raeghun has proposed that you take this, and the next two days for yourself and your wife. There is no rush" she said, but his head shook slightly.

"You are too kind, but I would much prefer being active. Milla should have already risen as well, I assume you wish to meet with her. Good day, lady Claira." he turned and then left down the hallway. She looked on as his figure grew smaller down the corridor, not being able to rid herself of the sense that something was troubling him. Lord Vega seemed decent and respectable, but each time he met with Berin, their sentinel was left seeming uneasy, and even provoked. Then she turned and continued down the wing to the quarters closest to the bath chamber, and softly knocked.

"Enter." Milla's voice answered, and only then Claira entered with the three handmaidens behind her, whom immediately started on the chores of the chamber, seizing the bedding, used goblets, a half empty water pitcher and the tray now holding cold items. Claira approached Milla, helping her release strands of hair caught under the collar of her dress.

"Good morning, lady Milla. I trust you had a pleasant evening?" she said as she arranged the long hair naturally down her back.

"Good morning, my lady. It was wonderful, thank you." she returned, with a shy smile, her eyes cast at the wood flooring, and Claira's frost blue eyes searched her face.

"I met lord Berin in the hallway, earlier. I understand you had an... unwelcome visit earlier, to name it accurately." Milla looked up at her.

"I'm sorry. No one was meant to enter." she apologised again, and Milla sighed.

"You have nothing to apologise for, you did nothing wrong." Milla comforted, and then Claira's hands went to her arms, she could feel the chill through the sleeves of the dress.

"You know what? We haven't gone riding in almost a month. Let's take your family out today, if you'd like of course." she suggested, and Milla's face lit up.
"I would love that." she agreed, and Claira turned to one of the handmaidens as they went to the door to leave.

"Please have my instructions given to ready our horses; and have cook Jeody prepare enough rations for a day in the countryside." she said, and the maiden bowed.

"Yes milady. And the company?" she asked.

"Myself, lady Milla and her family; and my sentinels, of course." she said, and the maiden smiled.

"Yes, milady." then she vanished, following the others down the hallway, and they were left alone. Claira stared at Milla, feeling the same sensation she did while watching Berin walk away from her.

"Is something bothering you, my friend?" she asked, and Milla looked away from her.

"I don't know. Lord Vega makes me feel uneasy." she confessed, and Claira studied her.

"Did he upset you?" she asked, trying to clarify the atmosphere that hung in the east wing.

"Not directly... He's polite, and he seems very well mannered. But... Berin dislikes him, I may even go so far as to say he hates him. I understand how he feels, I just can't see why." she said softly, and Claira glanced at the door.

"I've noticed." then she turned back.

"Perhaps, things may have quieted down when we return." she took the hairbrush from the dresser.

"May I?" she asked, and Milla smiled again.

"You may, my lady." she sat down, and felt the gentle strokes as her friend pulled the brush through the strands, and finally fastened everything carefully with pins against her scalp. They left the room and strode down the long hallways, and through the Hall of Fire, seeing Milla's family emerge from the feast hall, and they greeted their daughter heartily under the torchlight. Luitpold looked at Claira, smiling.

"So, I hear we have been summoned?" he asked, and she chuckled.

"Requested is more the like, my lord. We'd like to invite you to go riding with us." she said, and the lord looked back at his family before returning his attention to the ladies of the hold.

"Well, then. What are we standing around for?" he laughed, and together they made their way outside to the outer bailey where their company was assembled and the last of the horses were being groomed to accept their saddles.

Berin sat at Raeghun's side at the table, staring at the plates that were presented. He didn't feel like eating. Raeghun glanced at him, but said nothing and then returned his attention to the space in front of him.

"Aren't you going to ask me about my morning?" Raeghun reached for an apple.

"I would. But your demeanour tells me not to." then he turned towards him.

"I don't know what to do, Raeghun. I want him to leave." Berin said softly, scanning the people around them.

"Then tell him to." Raeghun urged.

"I already have, he's not going to listen to me." Berin said, and Raeghun brought a goblet to his mouth.

"Very well. Then I will." he offered, and Berin looked at his hands relieved.

"He may consider that..." he reflected.

"Go on, eat something. You have the next two days to yourself to do as you wish." he again urged, and Berin reached for a heel of fresh bread. After breaking their fast, they headed outside to search for lord Vega, finding him speaking with another of the lord's sentinels. He turned towards them as they approached, and smiled broadly.

"Good morning, my lord." he greeted heartily.

"Good morning, lord Vega. Will you be returning to Bristlemane today?" Raeghun asked, and his eyes went to Berin.

"To my great delight, lady Claira has extended an invitation to remain for my lord's name day. Such a beautiful, and benevolent woman she is, lord Raeghun. To see the likes of her at your side must bring tears to the eyes of each man that lays his gaze upon her for jealousy; and I pray to the gods each morning and evening to bless your great house with sons." he said, and Berin could feel his veins turn lithe as snakes in his muscles. Raeghun looked at the man in front of him, thinking that his wife would not have asked him to stay if she had felt anything to be somewhat off, and even mentioned the previous evening at the feast table after the couple had retired to their new chamber that something was amiss.

"Well, we might need to amend those arrangements." Raeghun mentioned, but Geerd smiled broadly; confident in his mask.

"It is no trouble at all, my gracious lord. I will remain at the tavern for the time being, I've found the company there quite pleasant. The bards sing their songs of the great phoenix, the barkeep is as generous as he is friendly, and each night I find a full plate and warm bed waiting for me." he said.

"If you leave my household to their duties, and keep peace within my hold-" Raeghun started.

"My lord, I would not dream of disrupting your lives here. You've maintained a delicate balance between justice and kindness for years; even the breathing of a butterfly could destroy it." Geerd said bowing low, and then looked up at the sky.

"If it please, my lord. I must tend to my preparations for our extended visit. I would like to ask my son to accompany me." he hinted, and for a second Raeghun smiled back.

"I'm sure he'd love that, but as my personal sentinel and head of my guard, I'm afraid he has matters to attend to. Life at the burning mountain continues like on any other day, for everyone." he said, and a sudden disappointment stung at the dark eyes.

"Such a shame. Well then, I shall meet with you all again tonight, and we will feast together." he said, and then turned to tend to his personal affairs. Raeghun watched as he vanished through the gate, cross the bridge and head down the road to Garde's Post; and then turned to Berin.

"Never meet with him alone." he said, and Berin's eyes went down to the ground.

"I'll try. But I want to keep him away from Milla." he said, and Raeghun thought for a moment.

"Tell her never to see him alone, either. Assign a household guard to her company, or two if you must. Or better yet, take her into the countryside for a few days; Milla used to love camping. Visit the Willow." he suggested, and Berin's eyes came up to him again.

"I'd take you up on that, but we can't leave. Milla hasn't seen her family in two years, I can't steal this away from her if she might not see them again for another few." then he managed a smile.

"I'll keep my distance from him, and to my best will take whatever comes. It's just a few days more." he said, and Raeghun's hand went to his shoulder.

"I truly hope there will be no more disturbances." he said, and they retreated back into the great castle.

The little group made their way across the green fields, lush woodlands bordering the north side. Young Rod had insisted on riding the grey mare, despite the stable master's warning that she was still young and perhaps prone to a more experienced rider; but thus far she'd been manageable. A count of seven guards on brown in formation around Claira on her gifted rose-gold stallion, the court maiden mounted on her copper roan gelding, lord and lady Scharer on dark mares, and closest to his lady, Falgon with his bay Galeo. Farmers and their workers greeted the group happily as they passed, and much of the day passed with lively conversation and happy laughter. They shared their feast of bread, cheese, fruits, salted pork, nuts, under the thick roof of branches with their wide green leaves and drank from a nearby clear stream. One of the guards helped Rod hone his archery skill.

"How kind of you to invite us to stay for the lord's name day, lady Claira." Bea said as she broke apart the bread in her hands.

"We are happy to have you, there is more than enough room. I know that having the opportunity to spend more time with her family will mean a great deal to my court maiden." she returned, bringing a nut from her hand to her lips. Luitpold looked up at the tall sentinel, standing watch a few feet away.

"You haven't touched any of the rations, ser Falgon. Come have something, the day is still long." he invited, and Falgon's dark eyes came to him in a gentle smile.

"Thank you, my lord. I will have something once all is safely back at the lord's hold." he declined.

"Oh, come now. There's more than enough, and a big strong man like you must keep his strength." he urged.

"Your generosity is invaluable, my lord. But I believe it ill-mannered for the servant to sate himself before the master." he mentioned, and then Luitpold felt a gentle hand on his arm, and turned to see the beautiful smile of his daughter.

"You won't win, Dadda. Our ser Falgon is as stubborn as he is polite." she said softly, and they laughed.

"Very well, have it your way then." he surrendered, looking at Bea.

"This day is truly exceptional. We haven't been able to do something like this in a long time." he mentioned taking her hand, and she smiled back.

"I used to go riding with your mother a lot when we were younger, she was quite the spirited one. She rode her horses as skilfully as any of the lords, and was often great reason for praise." Bea mentioned, and Claira smiled.

"I've never seen my mother ride like that." she tried to recall anything related, but their family rides were always short and uneventful.

"Oh, she calmed down quite a bit after meeting your father." Bea smiled.

"It takes a warm heart to ease a restless soul." she glanced at her husband, who smiled back at her. The day proceeded and they started back after mid day, continuing their chatter and laughter. Passing a wide birch, a black hare darted past the legs of the grey mare and into a bush on the other side if the trail; she reared up releasing a frightened wail and sudden as the release of an arrow charged forward through the trees with Rod yelling on her back, away from the startled group.

"Stay on the trail." Falgon ordered, and putting his heels to his horse set off after the youngsters. The mare ran haphazardly through the woods, and all the boy could do was hang on for dear life; and try as he might no force on the reins would make her slow, she would merely bite down on the bit and maintain her charge. Bursting from the shadows, they darted over a clear field and Rod closed his eyes, praying that he would not fall. Then, sudden as a dream, a figure appeared at his side.

"Pull back!" he ordered,

"I'm trying!" Rod replied, the muscles in his arms aching. The warrior pushed his horse closer, his hand reaching for the reins, and then finally grabbed hold. Rod could see the muscles of his arm straining as he pulled, feeling the resistance against his strength.

"Hold on. Whatever you do, don't let go!" he ordered again, and Rod closed his eyes, his hands mangled into the mane. Then he heard the sentinel slip from the saddle of his horse, the sudden sound as his feet touched the ground, earth moving as he was dragged along, and the powerful pull on the mare's neck; but she slowed and finally stopped and he opened his eyes, looking at the man standing beside him, then he turned and smiled.

"Are you al right, my lord?" he asked, calmly. Rod stared at him, it was like nothing ever happened, but he could still feel the race of his heartbeat. He took several deep breaths, and then managed to smile back.

"I am, now. I've never ridden a horse that fast in my life." he breathed, and then Falgon pet the horse's neck.

"You're a good rider, my lord. The poor creature was just frightened, that's all." he said, and Rod chuckled.

"I think I was more afraid than she was." he mentioned, and Falgon shared his laugh.

"Oh, I highly doubt that. You wouldn't run from a hare, would you?" Rod shook his head, relieved and then Falgon bowed.

"Shall we return to the group, my lord?" he asked politely, and Rod looked back.

"Yes, please." he looked uncertain, and Falgon studied him.

"I'll trade horses with you, if you wish? My Galeo is a gentle giant." he offered, and the boy's face lit up.

"That is very kind of you, ser." he thanked, and dismounted. Falgon helped him onto the placid bay before swiftly mounting the grey mare, and they returned to the group who waited for them on the next hill before returning home while lord Scharer could not thank the sentinel enough for helping his son. Upon their return the sun had already vanished behind the rim of the world. The people of Mount Ardor feasted with their guests before retiring to their beds and life proceeded on its normal way.

To the best of his abilities, Berin took to heart his brother's advice to keep his distance from Geerd, and stay amidst members of the household. But, the snake always found a way to slither its way into unwanted confines; and on yet another morning's fatherly discussion he found himself frustrated and maddened. He took to sparring in the inner bailey with his friend while his wife and her father sat on the hay bales that lined the inner wall, her hands busy with crochet and Luitpold watching the men at practice, intrigued by their methods.

"You're taller than I am, you have to get down lower." Berin instructed, and Falgon obeyed.

"Good, now use my weight with your momentum to throw me down." he continued, and promptly found himself on his back in the dust. The tall sentinel stood, smiling and held a hand to help him up and Berin took it gratefully. It was easy to teach him, he was a fast learner and able to memorize every direction given. He brushed off the dust and prepared himself.

"Good. Again." he said, and they locked as a shadow came down the steps.

"Bend your knees, Berin." Geerd said, and Berin felt the warmth in his veins explode into a full out fire across his body; and he turned sharply walking towards the place he had emerged from.

"Stay the-fuck away from me, or I'll bend you!" he said, Milla shot up and rushed to him, taking hold of the enraged sentinel's shoulders.

"Come near me again, and I'll slit your fucking throat, I swear!" he threatened, watching Geerd smile at him. He had finally broken, and he knew it. He wanted to kill him, to reach down his throat and grab hold of his heart to rip it out and toss it over the high walls into the ocean. The fire burned through him as his poor wife struggled against him, and mercifully Luitpold made his appearance placing a hand on the shoulder of lord Vega.

"Come, my lord. We haven't had the opportunity to speak, yet." he ushered, and guided the man away back into the shadows. Berin turned away, his hand going into his short hair and Milla still at his side.

"I can't do this... I can't do this any more..." he whispered, her eyes searching him.

"Lady Milla, would you be so kind as to ask maester Adlyn for a linseed?" her eyes went away from Berin and to Falgon.

"A linseed?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, please. Lord Berin may have been left slightly light-headed from our last bout." he urged and she looked back at him.

"I'll just be a moment." she assured, and left to seek out the maester. Falgon faced him fully.

"Come, Berin." he said, and Berin looked up at him.

"Hit me." his dark eyes regarded him with an understanding that he could not grasp.

"What?" His entire body trembled, fighting the singe under his skin.

"Hit me, Berin! Or I'll hit you." Falgon said, and the flames erupted. In uncontrolled rage he threw himself at his friend, his arms going around his sides as he took him down. With his weight pinning him down, his fists assaulted the body beneath him, the ribs, the chest, the stomach, the arms and all he could see was the black eyes staring at him. The spiteful smile. That annoying visage that he wanted to cut from the world and cast to the wind. There were voices around him, but he paid them no heed, and just kept releasing every bit of the poison that had built up inside of him. He didn't know how long it lasted, but when the fire finally died out he looked down at the eyes of his friend. Not black, just dark and he shoved himself away from him, falling on the ground and breathing hard. He felt cold and weak, but calmer than before; and then looked as Falgon sat up.

"You foolish sap." he breathed, laying his head back on the ground.

"I believe we've had enough training for today, though." he mentioned, glimpsing Milla appearing from the doorway, then he stood and walked over to Berin, holding his hand to help him up. He took it, but after a moment reconsidered.

"I'll just lie here for a little bit longer; I'll see you later." he said, and closed his eyes; taking in the cool of the breeze on his bare chest. Milla knelt beside him.

"Berin?" her hand rested on his arm.

"I'm al right. I'm just tired." he said softly, and seeing the prickles on his skin she covered him with her body.

"Come. Rest for a while." she urged.

"I am resting..." he said, suddenly drowsy.

"On our bed, Berin. Not here in the dust." she couldn't help but laugh, and he breathed in deep before slowly letting the breath go.

"Al right." he stood, and she accompanied him to their chamber before returning to her day with her family, and he finally woke again at dusk feeling better than he had in days. He stood and redressed, making his way to the Hall of Fire and found Gavin on the steps, speaking with a pretty handmaiden.

"Gavin, have you seen Falgon? I need to speak with him." he asked as he approached.

"He's in the guard's hall." he said, and Berin spared a glance at the door.

"Is there anyone else?" Gavin shook his head.

"No, everyone is gathering in the southern hall; except for him..." he looked thoughtful for a moment, and Berin left him to reflect on whatever it was that entered his mind to meet with the lady's sentinel. He found him in his usual place in front of the fire, with a book in his hands. Berin sighed, and sat down in the chair next to him, again his left foot rested against the pillar of the fireplace. Slight blotches of discolouration visible here and there.

"Why did you do that?" Berin finally asked, and Falgon looked at him seeming surprised.

"Do what?" Berin scoffed.

"Nothing... Why did you just lie there, and let me hit you like that; and you did nothing?" he asked, and Falgon put the book aside.

"Because you needed it. I may not have been in the situation you are, but I can have an understanding for it." he said, and Berin's hand went to his face.

"I could have killed you." he muttered, but Falgon smiled; the same way he always did.

"You would have, had I been any other man." he said, and Berin sat forward.

"I'm sorry, Falgon." he apologised, but Falgon laughed.

"I don't mind, Berin. Really, I don't. I don't bruise easily, and whatever your blows created will be gone by morning. But, you should apologise to Milla for me, I promised her that we would not fight again." he jested about it, lifting the harshness in the air.

"Oh, I will. And then I'll thank her in the best way for understanding." Berin said, and they laughed again, and Falgon's eyes went to the fire in front of him.

"Berin, this is your home, your family. No one can take it from you, not even him." he mentioned, and Berin could suddenly feel every chain of anxiety and frustration fall off him. Had he been a woman, he would have hugged the sentinel then and there, but instead he stood and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you, my friend." he said, and Falgon nodded; then Berin left for the feast hall, feeling lighter and happier. This was his home. Bristlemane could burn in any one of the hells, this was where he belonged. And as long as he had the support of the burning mountain, he would never be broken.