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.

17. Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17 – THE RISE

The world was drenched in a silent darkness, all of her senses feeling heavy and uncaring, but the pain was gone. Wake up… Shadow and light slowly altered, making its presence known all around her, and the nausea was gone. Wake up… There was a distant humming, or drumming, or stirring, the occasional deep echoing rumbling of a vague memory, and the cool scent of summer rain over the ocean, but the severe cold was gone. Wake up... Shapes of something she had once known weaved in and out of consciousness, and the fever was gone. Wake up… Dreams in the fog became clear for but a moment before darkness fell over her again, but the weakness remained. Wake up… And then her eyes opened, taking in the intricate scene of the canopy above their bed, and everything returned to her. It was light, surely some time past noon as the winds swept a thunderous storm over their hold, the rain bearing down and soaking the sunstone keep. She blinked, feeling the sting of sleep in her sight; and then looked down at a man sitting at her side, his head resting on his arm on the mattress at her side while a warm, powerful hand lay clasped around hers. A thirst greater than anything she had ever known burned down her throat. She tried to move, but nothing had the strength to answer to the commands. She tried to call to him, but his name was little more than a breath across her lips; not even her voice would respond. She tried again, the sudden rumble of thunder drowning the hardly discernible call for his attention. Her eyes closed for a moment, it was strangely draining, this tiny effort. But she tried again, parting her dry lips and forcing a breath through a torrid mouth, that escaped in but a slight high pitched whimper. And then he looked up, turning her way.

"I'm here..." had she the breath for it, she would have gasped at the sight. A full beard spread across a withered, gaunt face, and dark rings were etched under lethargic eyes. He looked thin and haggard, like he'd seen a hundred wars.

"I'm here..." He said again as he stared at her, his eyes cloudy as if in a dream. My Raeghun... She blinked, finding that she had no tears to shed for him in this state, but then the eyes cleared, suddenly returning to their bright and burning blue as he stood.

"Claira?" again she closed her eyes, cursing her body and her voice for not heeding her. Why can't I move? Why can't I speak? Why can't I do anything...? They opened, to see him standing over her, the eyes watching her intently both in disbelief and utter relief then he turned back, calling to someone in the hall.

"Find the maester! Find him now!" then his attention came back to her, his left hand coming up to her face and the fingers gently running into her hair as he lowered.

"Claira..." he still stared at her, and then smiled as the vision became his reality and he lowered still, his head resting beside hers on the pillow with his cheek against hers, where she felt him tremble as a warm moisture soaked into her thirsty skin, and her thoughts screamed that she could not cry... that she could not hold him. How was this possible? How could this have happened in... a day? Two? Moments later he slowly pulled back from her, his withered cheeks flustered and his eyes glimmering through tears.

"Good morning, my sweet." he softly jested, still attempting to smother his emotions.

"I'm... thirsty..." she forced through her parched lips, and he quickly reached for a chalice on the table beside the bed, carefully sliding his arm behind her shoulders to bring her up, allowing her head to rest against his arm as he brought the chalice to her mouth; but for all her thirst she couldn't manage more than a small taste to wet her tongue, finding it hard to swallow and forcing her to cough through a ragged breath as some of the moisture was left running down her jaw to her throat. As he brought the rim away, he gently eased her back onto the pillows.

"Where... Where is Rychon? Where... is he?" she breathed softly as he retook his seat at her side, her thoughts going back to the children she'd seen.

"He's with Milla." he assured, and she tried to raise herself to sit up; but completely paralysed she once again screamed at herself for not being able to move at all.

"I want him... Bring him to me... Please..." she begged, and his hand came back to her face, the warm fingers gently running over her cheek.

"I will. I promise, I will. But... not right away." a figure entered the room, dressed in silver-grey and the maester rushed over, his chain jingling in motion; then Raeghun stood and moved away, allowing him to pass. As he smiled in alleviation, his left hand closed over hers while his right came to her face, gently resting the back of his hand against her brow.

"My lady, are you in any pain?" he asked attentively as his deep brown eyes examined her.

"No..." the soundless whisper came across her lips, and he brought his hand away, satisfied that the fever was passed.

"Good. Very good." he glanced back at Raeghun with a slight nod, and then took the seat at her side as her husband left the room.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, and a short pause followed as she breathed.

"I... I can't move... My... my voice..." she couldn't bring herself to understand this unnatural state, but his hand hadn't left hers, his eyes still on her compassionately.

"I don't mean to alarm you, Claira. You've been gravely ill, and asleep for... a long time, the weakness is because your body is severely malnourished." she stared at him, the frost blue eyes still dazed.

"How... how long?" there was a short silence as he thought. How is this explained? How do you tell someone that they were gone for as long as she was? How does one react to being told, that you were asleep for an extent near to three weeks?

"Several days, my lady." he returned, deciding that he would treat the situation slowly, and with caution, and advise others to do the same; then he smiled warmly.

"But our prayers had been answered, and you have woken. You may recover completely, but this will take time, to find your strength. Please, please try to be patient." he explained, and she closed her eyes in a mental nod of acceptance. So, that's why... But...

"Raeghun..." why was he? The maester's hand gently tightened around hers.

"He has barely left your side. Your condition has struck him very hard. But, I trust that now you will both mend from this." He sat forward, preparing to inform her on their work going forward in her healing process.

"I will have lady Milla give particular instructions to our cook as to your needs, starting with water and light soups until you feel better. Gradually we may move to something more substantial, like fruit extracts, tea, milk, fuller soups and custard. And of course, you need ample rest." he told, and she looked at him.

"My son... I want to see him. Please..." he nodded, glancing away for a moment as a nurse entered the chamber to offer her help.

"We will find a way for you to see him." he promised again, and a contented breath filled her chest as she thought of him, where he might be while Milla was busy in the southern hall as girls rehung the washed drapings and banners against the walls and positioned feast ware amidst the flowers on the tables while Bella followed some of them around dressed in her yellow frock and Mandeline shadowing attentively. For now, the Tormonts were seated at the high table where Alyssa held Rychon on her knees and he grasped a rather large burly form of a stuffed animal in his hands given by the baker's wife, the ear of the creature in his mouth. With the storm confining their members to their hold, most were ambling about lost in the ambience. A bard had come from the village before the rain started, hoping to present one of his songs to the lords of the keep, and he now waited off to one side, engaged in conversation with two of their sentinels. A moment later, the elderly nurse entered from the kitchens heading over to lady Alyssa, laying a soft hand on her arm and bringing her attention to the motherly face behind her as Panora smiled gently, having just rejoined the activities of the castle.

"I'll take him for now, my lady. You must be tired." she offered, and Alyssa released the child to her care, thanking her. Milla still oversaw the preparations as a sudden strike of thunder startled her, but she quickly eased taking a deep breath. She felt grateful for all of the help, thinking that if she was left with these tasks to her own, her condition might have been quite a bit more worn than what it was at present. She felt tired, and sad; but hopeful and optimistic at the same time. There was still no change since the men returned, but that their lady did not pass was a sign of promise; and for another two days they prayed. She looked up at Berin entering the feast hall with some of the other members following him as he came over to her while the rest spread out into the space, awaiting this evening's feast or for the storm to pass; whichever came first. He gently smiled as he leaned down to kiss her as her hand went around his side.

"Any word?" she whispered, and he sighed.

"Nothing yet; either way. I'm not sure what to make of that, though." he said softly, and then looked up at yet another figure entering the hall, and a sudden silence fell over them like the world was drowned out; and nothing was left but the hum of the rain on the stones and the chatter of the logs splitting in the fires of the hearths. He looked over all of them silently, expressionless with only the eyes bright and Milla felt her heart pound against her chest several times before she approached him cautiously while others also carefully gathered.

"My lord?" his attention came to her suddenly, the burning blue glistening in the light of fire and cloudy shadows.

"It's lady Claira…" he started slowly, and the pounding stopped in a frigid sting to her stomach as her hands unconsciously came to her chest to drive away the cold, and tears rose in her eyes.

"Oh, please don't tell us that… that she…" thousands of stabs assaulted her, from her cheeks down to her ankles as the inevitable shock struck her... this was what they all awaited, the final word. But then through the daze she saw him smile.

"No. She's awake. She's weak, but she's awake. Maester Adlyn is with her." he informed, and the venom left her in a rise of elated tingling, she wanted to scream and laugh as she heard more relieved voices sounding around them, travelling back through their people like ripples in a pond. A warm hand rested on her back and she looked up at Berin beside her.

"This is wonderful news." he sighed as the corners of his mouth drew up softly, then looked at the man in front of them, whom still seemed to be somehow hesitant.

"Am I dreaming? I've dreamed of this so many times..." he whispered, passing a glance between Milla and Berin.

"Is this a dream?" he asked again softly, hiding the desperation under the tone of his voice. Then Berin moved forward, raising his hands and taking hold of his shoulders.

"If it is, we're all dreaming with you." he jested, and slowly there was laughter. Cautious and reserved at first, but then easy, sincere and happy it was shared with all, like hundreds of candles lit from a single flame and spread through their halls, the light returned to their lives. Then he started to turn.

"I have to get back. I will return with more tidings later this evening." he decided, and then looked to his left to meet the silver-blue eyes beside him.

"May we see her?" Willmon asked eagerly, and Raeghun nodded.

"Of course. But, we must try not to overwhelm her; I don't believe she's aware of the time that has passed. It may be wise to consult with maester Adlyn first, on how to proceed." he mentioned, and then searched around for Panora, noticing her moving forward through the mass of people with Rychon against her.

"Panora, I will have you called to bring my son to the lord's chamber, for my wife to see him." he instructed, and she acknowledged him with a sure nod. Then he turned, heading back to the lord's wing along with Willmon and Alyssa while her siblings lingered behind to meet with her later, and the others remained in the southern hall, sharing the newly found happiness with each other. Milla turned, placing her arms around Berin's shoulders as his went around her waist, and they laughed. Still she wanted to scream, to throw off the sensations that left her body pulsing with vigorous excitement. She's awake... She's awake... This is amazing... Then she looked up at her husband, also smiling brightly.

"Thank you. You saved her." she breathed, and his arms tightened.

"We all did." then he looked up, over their people.

"No one did anything alone. We all hoped, and believed, and prayed. We all shared obligations, and we searched our books and lands. We all supported each other, we held to hope and we kept each other strong." then he looked back at her.

"We all saved her." they shared another laugh, and then she looked around, searching for a face absent from their hall.

"Falgon doesn't know, yet." she realized, and his arms left her.

"Then you should go tell him." Berin suggested, and her eyes came back to his smiling face. Every frustration, annoyance and anxiety vanished in the light, and her hands touched his face.

"You are astounding." she whispered, but he just smiled leaning down to kiss her, placing his lips against hers in a gentle touch before she felt a soft pull on the skirt of her dress. Then she looked down to see Bella next to her, her arms stretched out for her.

"Mama." she waited expectantly, and Milla picked her up, placing her on her hip.

"Do you want to come with me?" the question was answered with a sure mumble, and she sniggered.

"Of course you do." then she looked back at Berin.

"We'll be back soon." she promised, and then left to the guards hall where she found the tall sentinel, as by now she knew she would.

"Falgon." he stood, and turned to face her with a formal bow.

"How will I serve, my lady?" he asked, and she smiled.

"It's lady Claira." she started, and the dark eyes stared at her, the anticipation behind the clear eyes more explicit than even his concrete composure.

"She has woken. Lord Raeghun has come to inform us just a short while ago." she told, and finally saw him smile again as his eyes glanced past her; the easy, honest vision they all found so enchanting, and once again he was blissful and unstrained as well.

"That is marvellous. I am greatly pleased that she is feeling better." he breathed, and somehow it seemed to grow slightly lighter around them; by just a small degree. His attention came back to her.

"Thank you, for sharing this word with me. I trust that the hold will be blessed with peace and betterment." he said, and she nodded, sharing his positivity.

"Lord Raeghun might consider allowing members to visit her, in a few days." she mentioned, and he took that in silently.

"I'm sure she will enjoy that. But I will see her again when she is strong enough." she admired him again, his unyielding courtesy.

"I envy your patience. I can't wait to go up and see her again." she laughed, looking at the child on her hip bubbling along.

"And I'm sure Bella is just as keen." answered with an eager chirp as Bella looked at Falgon, extending a hand.

"Fal!" again he laughed, amused by her eager attempt at his given name as he took her fingers in his.

"Close, little Bluebell. You learn quickly." he encouraged, and then looked at Milla.

"If I may, please do give my wishes to her grace once you see her." he requested politely, and she smiled back.

"Certainly." another sudden strike of thunder startled her again, and her arms tightened around Bella. She'd forgotten about the rain pounding on their walls, but then breathed out in a soft laugh. Life will progress again, and it will become easier, every storm passes to see clear days once again. There was hope again; this storm that had thrown their lives into chaos had finally passed, and there was light again.

"Good afternoon to you, ser." she greeted, and he bowed his head.

"And to you, my lady." she left the hall as he retook his seat, watching the flames as he smiled softly, feeling almost light-headed from the ease and elation; the relief was energising to the point he could imagine himself running, simply bounding freely to the Bite and back to release the emotions. But he was content to wait, until she needed him again. She came back to them, and he could remain at her side. Whom he had prayed to for the first time since leaving what used to be his home, had listened for once. Then he looked up, at the wood of the floors above him as his thoughts went to her, where she lay in her bed and Raeghun retook his place beside her while maester Adlyn conferred with with the Tormonts on how might be best to approach, before he would meet with Milla as well to discuss their lady's nourishment. Raeghun looked at her, she was still very lean with highly defined features, but to his gratitude the deathly grey-blue colour of her skin vanished, returning to its former gentle pale and a soft rose blush had found its way back to her cheeks. He'd raised her so the nurse could position more pillows behind her, giving her some height and allowing her to rest in an almost sitting orientation for a while.

"Claira." her eyes slowly opened, looking at him.

"We have a small present for you." he told, and she stared at him; a moment before a soft knock sounded at their door, and Raeghun allowed the visitor entry. Her eyes gleamed, registering the faces that came through, smiling warmly as they came over and Raeghun stood, allowing them to pass.

"Adah..." again, just a breath from her lips as she managed a weak smile and he leaned forward, placing his arms around her and a kiss to her bony cheek.

"My sweet rose." he held her tightly for a moment, and then drew back.

"It is so good to see you awake." then he moved away, allowing his wife to greet their daughter as well. They took seats on the bed beside her, while Raeghun retook his on the chair; and they spent the remainder of the day conversing on lighter subjects after informing her that they received the raven from maester Adlyn, sent just the day after she'd fallen ill, and decided to come back to offer their aid, and had only been there for a couple of days. The day passed into night under the song of the rain, while Milla also came for a short visit; and the evening's servings were sent to the lord and lady of the hold in their wing while the others gathered in the southern hall, feasting on a fine selection of goose and creamed country greens with lard potatoes and pumpkin cakes; along with spiced wine they had brought out to celebrate the lady's awakening. Some members were not at all shy of proposing yet another lavish feast once she was healthy enough to join them here, but that would be left for later. After their own festivities, and a cleared hall, peace and silence flowing into their halls, Panora carefully made her way up to the lord's chamber with a sleeping boy in her arms. She paused, gently knocking on the door and then entered after hearing the lord's voice from inside. She greeted them with a soft whisper, witnessing how Claira's eyes started to sparkle at seeing her son. Again she tried to sit forward, she wanted to raise her arms to take him, to hold him against her chest and have him nurse from her, but deliberately her body refused to respond, and a wayward tear escaped the corner of her eye. As Raeghun held her, Panora positioned the pillows over again, creating a comfortable nook where Claira could rest serenely and she lay Rychon down next to his mother much as the weeks following his birth, and gently placed her hand on him. He seemed bigger than what she remembered, but to her relief he appeared healthy and calm. Panora took a seat on the chair next to the bed while Raeghun assumed a place next to her on the bed, softly running his hand over her arm, and in hushed voices they discussed the activities of the castle, and their plans going forward, while Claira mostly only listened, eventually drifting off to sleep still with Rychon asleep against her. Only after determining that she was completely at rest, Panora carefully took him up in her arms again before bringing her attention to Raeghun.

"Sleep well, my lord. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to call me." he smiled softly, still watching his wife.

"Thank you, Panora. Good evening to you." he greeted, and she left the chamber in silence to return to Rychon's room. He sat another moment, unimaginably grateful for his family who had gone to such great lengths, and for their fortune. Everything was restored the moment she woke, his strength, his courage, his sanity... his faith, even his very will to live; and he hoped that this was the final hardship they would be made to endure. Then he stood, removed his clothing and joined her on their bed, wrapping his right arm around her waist and gently hugged her tiny form to his.

"I love you. Everything will be al right..." He brought himself forward, branding a soft kiss on her neck before settling on the pillows, and for the first time in weeks found peaceful sleep until the blush of morning woke him again. He rose to start his day, retrieving a selection of garments from the dresser before heading down to the bath chamber to cleanse, and feeling the blanket of whiskers covering his cheeks and jaw, decided to have that tended to this morning. Then he returned to the chamber, finding Claira awake to his joy as he made his way to the bed and sat down next to her.

"Good morning." he smiled as he leaned down to kiss her, and she returned his greeting faintly, then she stared at him with a questioning in her eyes.

"I... I need to know..." she asked, and he could feel a guilty sting to his chest.

"Did Rychon... Did he nurse... From me?" he looked down, having known this would come.

"No." he said softly, feeling the blue eyes stare.

"I... said no nurses..." he heard her softly next to him, for a moment thankful that she hadn't the strength yet to yell at him. But she was angry, just as he knew she would be.

"How... could you...? This was... the one joy I had...!" she sobbed, but still just as confrontational as the argument he expected.

"I didn't ask a wet nurse. I asked Milla to tend to him, because I knew you would trust something like that, only to her." he explained, and she looked away from him.

"He is my son... mine. Someone else... shouldn't need to..." then he stood, lowering himself to kiss her cheek.

"I won't fight with you over it Claira. I will return to you later." he decided, and brushed his lips gently against her skin before leaving, listening to her strained breaths behind him. It broke his heart, but perhaps some time would mend it. He descended the stairway, coming into the lord's hall to find Alyssa just stepping through the door, and she smiled as she looked up at him.

"Good morning, Raeghun." she greeted warmly, and he sighed.

"Good morning, my lady." she came over to him, and examined him for an instant.

"Are you al right?" he forced a smile, casting a quick glance back at the arch leading up.

"I'll be fine. But Claira is angry with me, once again." he mentioned,

"About what, dear boy?" then he looked back, meeting the warm eyes.

"Oh, I rather expected it. She's always been displeased by the idea of accepting the service of a wet nurse for Rychon." he explained, and she scoffed slightly.

"You weren't left with a choice, Raeghun." she reminded him, and he nodded.

"I realize that. But unfortunately, that does not lessen the hurt it caused her." he looked down, guiltily, then felt a hand on his arm.

"Head down, meet with your people. I'd like to see her, then I will rejoin the kitchen." she urged, and he proceeded down with an accepting nod, and she made her way up to the lord's chamber to meet with her daughter, taking a seat on the chair at her side.

"Good morning, my dear. How are you feeling?" she asked, taking Claira's hand in hers.

"Morning, mother... Better than before... But still faint..." she breathed softly staring out the window that looked over the Sunset Sea, the blue of water and sky merging far in the distance; and Alyssa's hand came to her face to brush away a strand of hair.

"You are already looking healthier." she told, and then took a deep breath. The disappointment was clear in her joyless stare.

"Claira, you shouldn't be mad at Raeghun. He did what he believed was best." she guided, and saw the blue eyes come towards her.

"Shouldn't I... be the right choice for my son?" she asked sadly, and her grip gently tightened around the cold fingers.

"Listen to me. Whatever illness fell on you, nearly claimed your life. No one knew its origin or its extent. If there was any possibility that little Rychon could have been affected by it, would you have taken that chance?" she asked, answered by a drawn out silence. Then her fingers gently traced the lean fingers.

"If whatever this was, could do this to a grown woman, imagine what it could have done to an infant boy." she still stared at her, but Alyssa smiled.

"Would you have taken any risk on his life, if you were in your husband's position?" she dared, but still there was only the silence; and she knew her words met her deeply.

"Would you have dared your son's life, on something you knew nothing of?" she challenged once more, and then the thin lips moved.

"No..." Claira confessed, a single tear trailing down her cheek as Alyssa sighed, recalling the choices that her own husband had to make long ago.

"He expected you to be mad at him, but it's not fair. We are all forced to make hard choices, and we always want to make the right ones. But the unfair truth that circumstances force us to realize, is that there is no right or wrong choice. What is right to one, is wrong to another, so who is to determine these right or wrong decisions? In the end, there is only the best option, and the worst; further we sometimes need to make these choices, knowing we may hurt someone. But we make these choices to protect the ones we love, to the best of our intentions." she reminded her, and saw the glimmering blue vanish behind closed eyes, and the gentle motion of the cold fingers tightening in her hand.

"I... understand... I just... I wanted this one thing... to myself..." she said softly, and Alyssa comforted her, gently running her hand over her arm.

"You will have it again. But first you must recover your strength." she assured her, and Claira brought a breath into herself.

"Thank you. I... I will apologise to him... I promise..." she vowed, willing away the subtle resentment.

In the days that followed, there was advance however slow it was. Two nurses were assigned to Claira's care, who helped cleanse her body and fed her while her limbs were still unresponsive; as per the maester's advices they started with spoonfuls of water and lightly salted soups every few hours between a considerable amount of sleep to fortify her strength as recommended, and the maester would visit every few days to evaluate her progress. They met each day as it came, consoling slow times and fervently expressing their excitement for improvements in any form. In the mornings, while the lord tended to his sparring, the nurses would assist the lady with unstrained exercises, starting with her arms and legs; moving the limbs to bring back the motion they'd lost. Family came to see her every evening, and they would share their days and activities, all while giving their encouragement; and each night she would fall asleep with Rychon in the nook next to her. In time, both she and her husband regained much of what they lost, and the prominent features faded away under new flesh; soon the water and light soup alternated to thicker broths, teas, fruit extracts and custard, while she gradually became stronger and regained movement on her own, first of her fingers and hands, slowly up to her arms and back, finally reaching the point where she could sit up by herself. But still, her legs would not respond. She wanted to feed Rychon again, and it was allowed as maester Adlyn was confident that all afflictions had left her, save for the weakness; and she tried, grateful that this maternal gift did not completely leave her. But frustrated that in her current condition it was not enough to fully satiate her son's hunger, and Milla compensated for her many times. It was twilight when she sat next to Claira in their chamber, watching as she held Rychon to her breast, waiting as he fed. Claira smiled softly, it was comforting, to feel him against her, the sensation of his small mouth drawing what she had; still just a little bit, but more than it was in the days before. But too soon, he released another sensitive mound, already having drained her right side, and he softly whimpered as Milla stood raising her arms.

"May I take him?" she asked softly, while Claira's eyes remained on him yearningly.

"Yes..." she carefully released him as Milla took him, and then returned to the chair where she sat down and opened the left side of her chest and brought him closer, rocking gently as he nursed while Claira stared.

"I'm so sorry, Milla. This... this shouldn't be your responsibility." she said softly and Milla looked up at her.

"I don't mind, Claira. You would have done the same for me." she said, her memories going back to the time that Claira watched over Bella while she was still weak.

"But still..." she started, and Milla gave her a gentle smile.

"You're my best friend... You're a sister I never had. I'll do anything to help you." she assured, watching as Claira's eyes went to the boy at her breast. It was difficult, she knew; however her friend was understanding of the situation and thought first of what was best for him, and she looked down to him as well.

"Don't worry. Soon, this will be only yours again. You just need a little bit more time." she promised, and it brought a gentle smile from her.

"Thank you, Milla. How fares our people?" she asked, guiding the conversation in a different direction.

"Well. Everyone is happy, and relieved at your progress, of course; and eager to see you once again." she reported, and Claira nodded.

"I long to see them again, all of them. But my legs..." she trailed off, but her friend watched her compassionately.

"It will get better. You've already regained strength of most of your body." she reminded, and Claira nodded. She did feel slightly stronger now, but still her legs refused her. She could feel everything, when the nurses moved her, and when the maester would softly prod at the soles of her feet and other parts of her legs with a narrow straw; she could recognise touch to her feet up to her thighs, but couldn't bring the movements herself no matter how hard she tried. It was frustrating, but they continued to ease and support her, insisting that motion will return in time. She wanted to rejoin the hold, to see her people, to walk down their halls and to sit at their high table next to her husband in front of their Fervid hearth among kin, to share in the life of their keep instead of being confined here within stone walls. She wanted to return to her routine, to visit cook Jeody in his kitchens again, to see to their sick and wounded, to pick out flowers for their tables, and choose the silverware for their feasts, to go riding with her Brazier with her sentinels around her...

"We could arrange to have you carried?" the suggestion came from Milla, and she blushed.

"I can't expect that from Raeghun." and Milla smiled.

"I'm sure Falgon would be happy to." she said as Rychon released her, and she covered her chest before bringing him to her shoulder and gently tapping his back.

"What a thought, Milla." she sighed, and had to admit that it was drawing.

"Let's see what happens, in the next few days." she decided, and Milla stood bringing Rychon back to her and laying him in her arms.

"Very well. I should head down, tend to the final preparations before supper is served. Good night, Claira." she greeted.

"Sleep well, Milla. And thank you so much, for everything." she smiled, holding Rychon close to her.

"You are very welcome, it is my great pleasure." she laughed softly, and then left the chamber, and Claira rested Rychon on her lap. He was able to sit up on his own now, with a hand touching his back for support. He stared at her, their eyes meeting as she smiled.

"I've missed you, and I'm sorry for being so idle. But, I promise it will get better." she told him, and he reached for her with a happy squeak, the little mouth drawn in a wide toothless smile. In spite of everything, he was happy and loved; and that was the most important thing. She leaned forward, hugging his little body close and laughed for his contentment, sharing it with him. The remainder of the day was spent with him in the safety of their room, where she told him stories and sang her songs, and just played with him until a serving girl carrying a tray with apple press and a thick soup, and a serving of steamed hake with spiced potato and spinach along with a tall goblet of mead entered along with nurse Panora who offered to take Rychon. The serving girl placed the tray on a small table that was moved close to the bed where Raeghun shared meals with her, and moved the soup and press to a high serving tray that would suspend over her legs so Claira could eat.

"His lordship has assured he will join you for supper in a moment, milady." she informed as she brought the high tray to her, positioning it over her thighs and she inspected the food in front of her. It appeared as delicious as it smelt, of course; a deep, thick dark brown liquid created from seared beef.

"Thank you." she watched as Panora took a seat on one of the chairs, holding a wooden toy shaped like an ox up for Rychon and he reached for it eagerly. She named the creature as he took hold of it, then he mumbled as he brought it to his mouth, and she laughed softly praising that he attempted to echo the word.

"He's trying hard." Claira shared the laugh, and Panora looked up at her with a mitigated smile.

"Some achievements may take a bit longer, but he is highly alert, my lady. He will learn, I dare say, very quickly." she foretold.

"That is good." Claira reflected, and spared a quick glance at the serving girl preparing the small table for her husband. The sky had darkened, and the stars were emerging from behind their blanket of light, and another day had gone. Again, she smothered an urge to cry; it was taking too long. The days dragged on with what felt like no progress, and she longed for freedom. Softly the door opened, and Raeghun stepped through. He passed to the table, and allowed the serving girl to leave as he took his place and held his hand for her before she gently placed her fingers in his; and he thanked their gods, old and new for all their blessings, and they enjoyed their evening meal together while sharing the activities of their day and Panora saw to Rychon. With trembling hands, Claira brought several spoonfuls of the soup to her lips, wondering why she now always shivered while she ate; and before long found that she could not finish the thick soup and half the serving was sent back to the kitchens with the same serving girl whom came to clear the table for them. Then Panora returned with a now sleeping Rychon, and as before lay him down in the nook beside Claira and they rested together as Raeghun took a place next to her and Panora claimed the chair, and again they spoke in soft voices. Sparring went well and the members of their guards applied several new techniques to their daily exercises, Garde's Post grew with new hovels and crates of fresh produce were delivered to the kitchens this morning. Life continued, and it prospered. After a while, she looked up a the nurse.

"Panora, you may take him to his room. I'm sure you'd like an earlier night." she allowed, and Panora stood to take him.

"Are you sure, my lady?" she asked, leaning forward and Claira smiled.

"Yes. Good night." the nurse smiled back gratefully,

"Thank you. Sleep well, my dear lady." her eyes went to Raeghun.

"And you, my lord." he acknowledged her with a nod, and she left the chamber down to Rychon's, and Raeghun glanced at her.

"A little bit out of character for you." he mentioned, and she smiled.

"I want some time with you, too." she said as she forced herself up again to face him, and admiring his devoted patience.

"Claira, when you're strong enough-" her hand coiled around his neck and brought him closer in a longing kiss she wished would last an eternity before drawing back.

"I want us to try. Please, I've missed you. I haven't felt you in what seems like ages." she whispered against him, and then the touch of his fingers to her cheek spread a warm tingle through her face and down her throat.

"I'm afraid of hurting you." he muttered as his hand slid down her neck to her chest.

"You won't. I know you won't." her fingertips gently pressed into his neck, pulling him closer again to kiss him once more. His kiss deepened as his left arm slid around her waist, and the fingers if his right hand tenderly glided into her hair, gently pulling her closer while her right arm wound over his shoulders, and the palm of her left rested on his smooth cheek. His smell and taste filled her, his touch flowing through her like water through the canals, leaving a warm prickling behind.

"I want you... I want you to make love to me again..." her soft whisper sounded against his skin as her lips left his for his cheek, and his fingers gently tightened into her as her name left his chest, and he pulled back looking at her with glinting eyes.

"Please... Please try." she encouraged softly, and then he smiled in the moment before he seized her passionately, bringing her even closer as his hands strained into her. She returned his fervour eagerly, removing the jerkin and tunic from his shoulders before he deftly slipped the light dress from her shoulders. Her hands moved over his arms, absorbing him and he discarded the bed covers as the heat took them in, along with the remainder of his clothing. Then he moved forward, settling her on the pillows as his lips traced a warm trail down her neck and chest while pulling the dress over her hips and down her thighs to release her from its constraint. Then he branded a series of soft kisses to her abdomen, not at all repelled by the fine white scars as he moved back up to her mouth and continued to kiss her deeply and her fingertips pressed into his back. Then he carefully pulled her knee past his hip, settling himself between her thighs, the warmth spreading through them and consuming their senses. She felt him against her, her muscles tensing zealously as the excited rush coursed through her body. Once more his name left her eager lips, and then the rush of cool air surged into her chest in a sharp gasp, swallowed by the warmth that flooded her in the moment he entered her. Her arms tightened around him, the only way she had to bring him closer as he moved, pressing himself to her as she moaned. She wanted to cry, to scream; but not of pain. It was near to blinding, this sweet bliss they shared when he made love to her, and she wished that it would last a lifetime. My Raeghun... My gentle, darling Raeghun... A single tear escaped her eye, and she surrendered to hours of his passion before his flames filled her with his voice to her ear, and they finally eased into the softness of the bed, and she lay against him feeling strange as she shivered, thirsty for his heat.

"Did I hurt you?" she looked up at him, with a soft smile.

"No... No you didn't... I'm... cold..." it was so strange, this deep frigid chill that suddenly held her unlike any other; it has never happened before. He reached down, bringing the covers over them and then held her against him, sharing his warmth over her.

"Does this help?" she nudged slightly closer.

"Thank you, my love." the shuddering eased against him quickly, and they succumbed to sleep.

More days followed, each slowly better than the last; but still the weakness to her legs remained and her ability to consume was unchanged. One clear morning, Willmon shared the seat at the table in the lord's chamber in his daughter's company while she tried her best at a serving of their cook's honeyed oatmeal, but once again could not finish more than half the portion. Sitting back she cursed herself feeling frustrated, and then looked through the window to the world outside, at the blue at the rim of the world.

"You've never told me why you love the colour blue so much. At some point, it was the only shade you would ever wear." she heard Willmon ask, and for a small moment she couldn't answer. But then it came to her, and a small smile found her.

"I don't really know. It's a beautiful colour. It's calm, and soothing; the colours of sky and sea. Deep, eternal and living. It's... hopeful, I think... Not at all how I'm feeling now." she looked back, and saw her father smiling at her.

"It's al right, Claira. Things will improve, try to be patient." he said softly, and she sighed, again feeling the urge to give in to the sorrow.

"It's taking too long, Adah. I want to stand, to walk, to take a bath and to sit in my garden. I want to feast in the southern hall with my people, to go out riding with my Brazier. I want to get out of this... this dungeon."she released herself to her father, and then felt his hand on hers.

"You will, my sweet. You will. Not too long ago, we all started to lose hope; but it returned. It is the one thing we must never lose, and to remind you of that I have a gift for you." he reached into his pocket, and drew out something small holding it out to her, gently placing a small item in her hand and she stared at it. She remembered it, although it looked so much different now, and new tears left heat to her cheeks. A clear and shining blue oval sapphire was set in a delicate silver heart frame, with three tear cut diamonds glinting from where they dangled at the sides and the base, the glorious pendant hanging from a fine silver chain alongside a pearl blue ribbon. The blue she loved so much, known to their family as The Heart of Hope...

"I had it remade for you." he said softly, and she looked at him.

"Grandmother Theresa's ring?" she recognised the beautiful stones in the pure silver, and he smiled softly bringing back gentle memories.

"You were meant to have it, for your twenty and first year. But, under the circumstances I thought you may need it now." he told, and her hand covered her mouth to smother a cry.

"Thank you, Adah... Thank you, so much for this... I can't..." tears escaped her eyes, and she felt his warm arms around her.

"My precious winter rose, how wonderful you are." then he pulled back.

"You deserve every blessing. And the day I leave this world, I will have no regrets for the promise I had made, and it comforts me that for now here you are beloved, respected and protected by many. People may ridicule me, they may curse me, they may even hate me, deeming my affections unfair; but in my honesty my reasons are justified. I have made it no secret, that of all my children I love you more than anyone in this world. My beautiful, exceptional daughter... the one we almost lost twice..." she saw the glint of tears to his silver-blue eyes, and her arms went around his shoulders.

"I love you, Adah. My blessings, all of them, outweigh this very world..." she whispered, her father was an honest man but he was never unfair. Then he pulled back from her, his smile bright.

"May I?" she returned his excitement.

"Yes. Yes, please." she handed the amulet back to him, and quickly took up her hair, raising it away from her shoulders as her father brought the fine silver chain and ribbon necklace around her throat and secured it behind her neck before moving back. She glanced down, marvelling at its sparkle against her pale skin as her fingers gently touched the pendant, tracing the edge of the silver heart.

"There are no words, Adah..." she whispered, and he took her hand bringing it to his mouth.

"There is no need for words, sweetling. You are still with us, and that is all we hoped for." he assured, then gently kissed the fingertips before they shared a soft laugh and a knock drew her attention.

"Enter." the door opened, and her sister peeked through.

"I apologise for disturbing you." she pardoned as she stepped inside the room, dressed in smoke grey silk with black ribbon seams and a pearl centre piece.

"Not at all, sweet Carissa." her father smiled, and she came over as he looked back to Claira.

"I'll leave you two. Best I go see what my sons are up to." he excused himself, then stood and made his way out of the room while Carissa took the seat next to Claira.

"You look so much better, dear sister." she said as her warm hazel eyes regarded her.

"Thank you. But I am afraid that my progress is slow." Claira sighed, and her sister smiled.

"That doesn't matter. Your improvement, however small it is, is the most important thing." she said, and then glanced down.

"Father intends to return back to Pale Haven in a fortnight. But, if it's al right, I would like to ask something of you." she mentioned softly, and then looked up again timidly.

"I would like your permission, to stay behind for a little while longer." she asked, her eyes glinting; and then she sniggered.

"Your home is wonderful, and I've become fond of everyone here. I can't watch the sun set over the sea from Pale Haven like I can here. Most of the time I can't even see the blue of the sky, or the stars in the night... like I can here. But, I don't want to stay simply as your guest. I can still help you, and Milla. I can tend to the kitchens, or the halls, or to Rychon if you need me to." she proposed, making Claira's smile brighten.

"That is very sweet of you, little minx. I don't believe that there would be any problem with that, but let me speak with my husband first." she agreed, and the hazel eyes lit up in happy anticipation. The remainder of the day passed like many others, until Raeghun entered their chamber approaching her where she sat with Rychon on her lap and Panora on the chair next to them. And then he smiled happily as he passed a glance between them.

"Panora, would you mind taking my son for just a moment?" he asked, and she nodded as she stood to take the boy into her arms and then moved slightly away with him as Raeghun approached his wife, and she watched him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked as he removed the covers from her and he took her up in his arms, hers sliding around his neck.

"No, nothing is wrong." then he turned, carrying her through the chamber.

"Then, where are you taking me?" she asked, her arms gently tightening as they passed through the door, heading down the steps.

"You'll see." they passed through the lord's hall, and into the bath chamber where a nurse greeted them as she stood in waiting. Raeghun set his wife on the wood bench next to the doorway before closing the heavy curtain, and removing his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Claira asked stunned, finding it unusual that he would expose himself in front of others, but then he looked at her smiling.

"Granting one of your many wishes." he hinted, and then glanced at the nurse who moved forward to help her undress from the lavender gown. He further removed his boots, but remained in dark wool breeches as he took her up after her garment was cast off, and took her into the warm water of their vanilla bath, setting her down gently on the tiled floor and allowing the soothing water to surround her, while kneeling next to her and supporting her back. Again she wanted to scream and cry and laugh as she looked up at him.

"Thank you, so much. What have I done, to deserve all of this?" he laughed softly as he proceeded to help her wash her body and hair.

"I could give you many reasons. But the simplest, is that you became my wife. You are lady Claira Taugere of the burning mountain, Mount Ardor. You deserve nothing less, than our very best." he told softly, and her arms went around him, holding him tightly against her.

"I love you, Raeghun." his left arm held her to his body while his right hand gently slipped into her hair, pressing her cheek against his.

"I love you." he returned softly before pulling back, momentarily admiring the beautiful pendant hung from her neck and his fingers gently traced the edge.

"This is beautiful." he mentioned, and she smiled.

"My father gave it to me. It is called 'The Heart of Hope'. It once belonged to my grandmother." she told, his eyes still set on the glistening stone.

"It suits you so well." he complimented, and then brought a handful of water over her shoulder. When all was done, he lifted her from the water and returned her to the wood bench where the nurse helped dry and dress her before departing, further awaiting her lady in the lord's chamber while Raeghun redressed, and took her back to the safe softness of their bed, amidst clean sheets, and Rychon was once again lay in her arms soon drifting off to sleep. She looked up at Raeghun sitting by her side, just staring at him.

"What is it?" he smiled as his eyes came to hers.

"I can't really think of anything to say, that I haven't told you hundreds of times before. I can't imagine any way of being happier. People search their whole lives, for some form of joy; they give up everything they have for a chance to find it. They travel across countries and seas, sometimes they see the last of their days with no success... And it was simply given to me." she glanced down at Rychon asleep against her.

"Simply given this divine life, for which there are no words to express or explain my gratitude. There... There are no words..." she closed her eyes, for just an instant remembering something else. Black hair, laughing voices, soft smiles and gentle violet eyes. It was the one thing, the only one thing left... Then she felt warm lips to her cheek, as tears escaped her eyes before he pulled slightly back again.

"My family's happiness is everything to me, Claira. It is my greatest solace, that you are safe and at ease with me. The greatest blessing that I have your love, that we have this together..." then he looked at the little boy as well, his expression soft and pensive.

"You are right. There are no words to express or explain this angelic life fate has been endowed upon us. This was not just fortune, it was so much more. More than we will ever understand..." he leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to her brow as he just absorbed the cool of her skin. My Claira... My sweet, gentle Claira... Then he felt her left hand slide around his neck, and they simply remained like this for a time, while the night deepened.

It was a cool overcast morning that Berin made his way up the incline with his advice on the barracks. A serene week followed, and he felt inspirited at the improvement. Raeghun had taken to the routine to carry his wife to the private garden in the lord's wing to enjoy the mornings in fresh air and sweet smells, and his Milla was very keen to join her and share their thoughts. However, since yesterday his friend seemed rather dismayed, despite wishing for good news. Maester Adlyn had requested his attendance in the Hollow earlier this morning, regarding the lady's progress. Rounding the bend that would take him to the entrance to the Hollow he heard voices, low and muffled. He stopped for a moment, just listening but could not make out the words under the sombre tones, realizing that this was not what they hoped for. He continued forward, hearing the maester's regretful emphasis.

"I am so sorry, my lord." then as he continued forward a short pause followed before he heard his friend, equally downtrodden.

"We have him..." then he glanced through the doorway to see Raeghun sitting at the wide table staring out of the window from his seat at the head of the table, with the maester beside him, his eyes cast at the stone floor beneath them. For an instant, he debated with himself on leaving to return later when the atmosphere didn't seem so dark; but then the blue eyes met him before looking up at the maester.

"You may leave, maester." he allowed, and Adlyn bowed formally to the lord before departing the Hollow in silence while Berin stood, waiting patiently before entering, watching his best friend.

"My apologies for disturbing you." he pardoned, and Raeghun forced a small smile.

"You weren't. I assume you've come with your report?" he asked turning towards him slightly, and Berin nodded moving closer and taking a seat next to the lord of the hold. They discussed recent engagements and their continued support of nearby villages, farmsteads and the trade between holdfasts, and a satisfied conclusion that there were for the time being no major deficiencies. Vigils were set out to two sets of eight hours each, with sentries posted on the walls and constant watch in the towers as the guard count had increased to two hundred and twenty eight men, including the sentinels. New techniques were applied to the training, also having their exercises lengthened by an hour each day and their strength saw great profit; and Philpot had requested several shipments of steel from the smith in Garde's Post to reforge and replenish their castle armoury. Content that all was in order, Raeghun looked up at Berin.

"Thank you. You may return to your routines, that should be all for today." he allowed, and then looked away from Berin, his eyes again settling on the window and the Sentinel studied his lord. The darkness has faded, and he'd regained much of his former self, but there was still an unsettling discomfort to him.

"You look well. How is your sweet wife?" he asked, and Raeghun took a deep breath, again forcing a smile.

"Slowly better, each day. She's not eating much, but I am grateful for any improvement." he said, and of course he was happy, but the elation had been blown out of bounds, and Berin leaned slightly forward.

"Is something wrong?" he asked softly, while Raeghun's stare remained on the outside world in a strained out-drawn silence before he breathed again heavily. Like he was struggling with the words.

"It's Claira. This will break her heart, Berin... If not for Rychon, my line would end." he softly told, and the bitter sting jutted into his gut as he understood. It was unfair, and it was cruel. But if the maester has confirmed it... Then the burning blue eyes met his again, glistening in anger, resentment and sorrow.

"I... I did this..." he breathed softly, before casting his eyes down, making Berin move forward again suddenly, annoyed at his own frustration.

"Don't say that, it's not true." he returned, but again that was just how he was. Raeghun sat back against the backrest of the chair, his hand still resting on the surface of the wide table, his fingers tucked beneath his palm.

"I told the maester, 'anything, everything... whatever it took, to save her...'. The items he sent for, were uncommon, and one especially rare. Any one of them could have had this effect." he explained, but Berin scoffed.

"Or it could have been the illness." he corrected him, a bit more harshly than was his intent; but it made him listen as Raeghun's stare came back to him.

"This was not your fault, stop blaming yourself for everything. I swear you would take responsibility if a star fell on Sunspear in Dorne." he said, almost scolding his lord and best friend. His brother. He moved forward another inch, laying his fist on the table; the intensity of his deep green eyes burning almost just as much as the ardent blue.

"We've seen miracles happen within these walls, Raeghun. This couldn't have been the last of them." there was still hope, they had to believe there was. There was always hope, even just a little bit. Always... then he saw a true smile gently settle on the features of the lord of Mount Ardor. Just a little bit...

"I hope you're right. I honestly do..." he finally agreed, and Berin smiled.

"Keep hoping, my friend. Always." they shared a brighter moment as brothers, hoping for the unspoken betterment, and then moved to stand up.

"I should head up, and get Claira inside before it rains." Raeghun decided, so he and Berin departed the Hollow; his sentinel returning to his duties while he returned to the lord's wing to find his wife sitting on the grass in their private garden, and Rychon on his blanket next to her where he bubbled happily while she teased him with a flower, picked from the shrub next to her; and a nurse sitting on the small bench nearby. Raeghun silently sighed as he approached, the bitterness still having not left him. They seemed so blissful, and their turn of fortune so unjustifiable; and he wondered, what was his crime for this vile curse on his family? He knelt beside her feeling heavy and burdened, laying his hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get you inside." he suggested, and then looked at the nurse.

"Would you please be so kind as to take my son?" he asked, and she stood moving forward to take Rychon up from the grass as Raeghun wrapped his left arm around Claira's body and his right slipped under her legs, lifting her while her arms wrapped around his neck and they returned to the lord's chamber where he set her down on her place, and the nurse brought Rychon to her again.

"Thank you, you may leave us." he allowed, and the nurse left the lord's wing to join the rest of the hold, and he remained sitting next to her on the bed, watching her play with their son; again feeling the sting to his heart.

"Claira, has maester Adlyn come to speak with you?" he asked softly, and she looked up at him.

"He has." she confirmed, but thankfully she didn't sound as sorrowful as he'd anticipated.

"What has he told you?" he asked, and then some of the sadness came.

"He was honest with me. He explained that some of the circumstances have forced us into this... situation. He told me, that Rychon will be my only..." she said softly, and his arm went around her.

"I am so sorry, my sweet. This shouldn't have happened." he comforted, but to his subtle surprise saw her slightly smile.

"It's al right. I am grateful for him." he pulled back from her, watching her eyes shimmer.

"I saw them." she softly told, and for an instant he didn't understand her delicate excitement.

"Who?" then she looked away from him, like she was watching a memory float in front of their hearth.

"Our children. We would have had four. Two more boys, and a girl. They were... so beautiful... They looked like you." she whispered looking back at him, and she laughed softly despite the tears in her striking eyes. Her left hand found his, gently squeezing the fingers as she smiled.

"Our boys... they looked like you. And our little girl... she had violet eyes... They were so beautiful, Raeghun..." her hand pressed over her mouth, and he couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying as he felt himself torn apart.

"My Claira..." then her hand lowered from her mouth, still with the unstrained smile.

"It doesn't bother me. I know they're safe. I know they're happy... No hardships will ever come to them." then he held her again, his arms tightly around her small body.

"That is good." he whispered, happy that she shared this with him. If it brought her peace and comfort to believe that she did see them, and that they were content where they are, then he would not question it. If anything, he would embrace it with her.

"We will have to be more careful with Rychon, though." she added with a soft laugh, and he smiled.

"Yes, we will. But don't worry, we'll get to that." he assured, and the heaviness lifted from the air; he found consolation that their days would not be spent in a bitter darkness, but they would find a way forward together. Then they heard Rychon softly whimper, and he looked down seeing his son with one hand against his face as he tried to stifle a yawn, and Claira laughed.

"He's tired. He's had a busy morning." she mentioned, and Raeghun's hands took him up, bringing his son to his shoulder.

"You should both rest." he advised,

"But Raeghun-" she started, as he turned back towards her slightly.

"Instructions from maester Adlyn. The more you rest, the more you will improve." he encouraged, and finally she nodded in acceptance as he then stood with Rychon to soothe him to sleep, and Claira moved herself down to take a place on the pillows. He walked about the room for a little while, gently rocking as he softly pet Rychon's back, and eventually with them both asleep he lay the baby down next to her on the bed with pillows arranged around him before heading back down to tend to the remainder of the matters.

With another week gone, Raeghun sat beside Claira in their chamber, sharing the morning's meal of boiled eggs, some strips of crisp bacon, cheese pastries and apple press. The Tormonts had left Mount Ardor the day before, while with her father and Raeghun's permission, Carissa remained behind to share their home for another time as long as she wished for, and was now merrily playing with Rychon in his room while Panora took her leave for rest. The days were long and warm, the halls live with conversation on betterment of all sorts. Then he looked over at the tray over her legs, feeling elated at the sight of an empty plate as he laughed and reached over to remove it.

"I believe that this is the first time, that you have finished a serving." he praised, and she smiled.

"It was delightful, as always." she said, but her thoughts were elsewhere. He brought the plate to the serving tray on the table in front of him.

"It is wonderful, to see you improve so quickly, my Claira." he praised, despite her serving holding smaller portions than normal; but with the hope of further encouraging her. His thoughts went back, recalling the day she woke a month ago, and the vast difference between then and now. She was still delicate, but had almost returned to how she was before the illness struck her down, discounting the stubborn unwillingness of her legs to respond; and he contemplated for just an instant the possibility that her ability to walk may never return. She'd been trying very hard, but the strength remained dormant.

"Raeghun…" then his eyes went back to her, seemingly deep in thought.

"Is there something like a tunnel, somewhere in the tombs?" she asked softly, and he stared at her, his mind searching for something similar. His memories suddenly went back to something his father had told him, as a child many, many years ago "Should you ever find yourselves in danger, surrounded by strong enemies, head to the deepest reach of the Ardent Tombs. There, you will find a way out..." and then left to the recesses of his conciousness.

"Yes. It's called 'the lightway'. It was built as an escape route, but it hasn't been used in generations. I had forgotten about it. How do you know?" she had never seen it, he has never even mentioned it to her, and only a handful of the members of their hold was aware of its existence. Then she looked at him.

"I want to see it." she said, and he sat back in the chair, doubting if he could even remember where exactly it was.

"Claira-" she moved forward slightly, her eyes searching his almost desperately.

"I need to... Please." she begged, and he stared back for a short silence before he sighed, taking the chalice off the table and bringing it to his mouth.

"Very well. We'll go have a look later this afternoon." he agreed, having to admit that it would be a lie that he wasn't again curious himself.

"Thank you. Please ask my sister to bring Rychon to me when you leave, I will wait for you to return this afternoon." she said, and he stood after finishing his serving. He leaned down and kissed her cheek before departing, bringing her request to Carissa and then meeting with Metron to tend to the court matters, and soon enough the sun passed over the great castle. Heading back to the lord's wing, he met Berin on the second level, returning from his inspections in Garde's Post.

"Have Falgon meet us in front of our wing, and Gavin, Edur and Colbert wait in the Hall of Fire." he instructed, and Berin nodded, accepting the order.

"Al right. The plans?" Raeghun looked back, and smiled.

"Claira wants to see the lightway." he said, and Berin again nodded, a spark of excitement igniting in his chest. They had never seen it themselves, and it would certainly be interesting if they were able to find it. He headed back down the steps to the guard's hall to find Falgon, at his normal place. It was astounding, and reassuring to know exactly where he could be found, knowing that he would never venture away from the hold; but it might take a little longer to find the rest of the members as they could be anywhere on the castle grounds, or even in the village. He approached the tall man, sitting as he usually did with a considerably thick book in front of him.

"Enjoying your days?" Berin asked, and Falgon looked up.

"I will confess that it's too quiet, but I need to fill it with something, I suppose." he softly returned, and Berin grinned.

"Well, your wish has been granted. Lord Raeghun has requested your attendance, you are to await them at the lords wing." he instructed, and watched as his friend stood laying the book down on the table and replace his sword. Berin laughed secretly, having to admit that his friend was very good at hiding his excitement under his composure.

"Have you seen Gavin, Edur and Colbert by any chance?" he asked as Falgon turned to make his way to his post.

"Last time I did, Edur was in the bailey and Colbert was attending a matter in the stable. Gavin should be in the garden with dame Mandeline." he reported, and Berin nodded.

"Seems he's taken with her." Falgon smiled with him.

"Very much so. He takes up every opportunity to ask her to the garden, and I don't recall him visiting the Hawks for some weeks now." Berin breathed,

"Well, what do you know..." He reflected on it. The once unfettered man who had no interest in personal commitments other than their order, had indeed fallen in love. Miracles... We haven't seen the last of them... We haven't...

"Al right, we'll meet you in the Hall of Fire." he turned, and they parted ways as Falgon made his way up to the door of the lord's wing while Berin sought out the requested members. He waited for a while, and then the door opened as Carissa stepped through, followed by the lord with his wife in his arms, and he bowed to them.

"Greetings, sire. Your grace. You summoned me?" he presented himself, and Raeghun looked up at him.

"I did, thank you." then he turned back to Carissa.

"We'll be back in a little while, Panora should join you soon." she nodded.

"I will make sure to keep Rychon occupied if he wakes before your return." she assured, and then went back into the wing, closing the door behind her as Raeghun looked back at Falgon.

"How will I serve, sire?" he asked, and Raeghun glanced at Claira against him, her arms around his neck.

"You will escort us to the Ardent Tombs." he instructed, and Falgon nodded before slowly raising his hands.

"May I offer you my strength, sire?" he asked, and Raeghun smiled subtly.

"You are kind, ser. But-" he started and then Claira looked up.

"It's al right. Falgon may carry me, you might need your hands." she eased, and he sighed.

"Very well." Falgon moved forward, sliding his arms into place and bringing her up against him as Raeghun released her; holding her near to weightless body against him as her arms went to his shoulders, shivering as she tried to hold on to him.

"There is no need to exert yourself, your grace." he said softly, and she smiled.

"Thank you." her arms came away from him, her hands resting on her lap as she smiled. He hadn't seen her in almost two moons, and he found her still as beautiful as he remembered, but he didn't recall her being this... tiny; almost like a child that he cradled in his arms. And even through the fabric of her purple and pearl dress, he could feel her now fragile legs resting on him, wishing he could do more to help them. Then he looked at Raeghun.

"Whenever you're ready, sire." he nodded, and then led them down to the Hall of Fire where Berin, Gavin, Edur and Colbert stood waiting at the base of the grand staircase.

"Is everyone ready?" Raeghun asked, and they acknowledged him.

"Al right, this way." he continued to guide them through the door, down past the vaults and into the Ardent Tombs where torches lit the space here and there, and statues held their vigil over their family. They moved onward and down through the almost endless reach of the catacombs, as far back as the tombs would stretch to find nothing but a solid wall of earth.

"It should be here somewhere..." Raeghun muttered, and then looked back at the sentinels accompanying them.

"Span out, see if you can find a door." he told, and they started moving along the wall, searching for a passageway. Falgon remained close to Raeghun as he passed down the tombs, searching the walls when Claira noticed a large, old faded tapestry hanging on the wall with the same depiction on the canopy of their bed, seeming rather secluded. There were other banners on the walls, all displaying some form of historical event of the Taugere line, but none were as strangely drawing as this one, set apart from the rest, centred in the farthest corner, not at all where she recalled it to be, but... almost like it was calling to her.

"Falgon." he looked down at her from watching Raeghun move along the length of the back surface while the others searched.

"Please take me to that tapestry." she asked, pointing at the faded textile hanging on the wall, and he walked towards it, stopping in front of it so she could examine it. Slowly she reached out, touching the fabric, the woven threads were old, hard and brittle. Once brilliant colours now only a subtle shade of what they once were. The same depiction on the canopy of their bed, a fiery phoenix rising from a crown with the rim of the sun around it. Only this one... She looked down, noticing dull shapes on the stone of the floor, remnants of long past arched scrape marks.

"This is it. It's here." she realized, and then looked up the length of the wall, to see Raeghun returning their way and Berin behind him with a torch in hand; then called to him, drawing his attention from the stones towards her as they came over and he looked at the tapestry, registering a long dormant memory.

"I remember this..." his right hand ran over the fabric, pieces of the brittle thread breaking off and floating down to the ground. He turned back, calling to the others before taking hold of the edge of the textile, and pulling. It fell to the floor in with a hollow thud, dispersing dust from its surface and the ground around it, revealing a door, decayed and cracked of age with a rusted iron handle.

"We might need to have all of this repaired." he mentioned as more light drove away the shadows around them, and the other sentinels joined them. He glanced at those around him, confirming that all in their party was present before taking hold of the handle, and pulled. It edged open slowly, strenuously as the loud groan and creak of splintering and bending wood sounded through the empty tombs. With just enough space, Berin gave the torch to Gavin who took a place beside him and moved forward positioning himself between the wall and the door to push, and they managed to create an opening wide enough to pass through. He looked into the darkness, the sullen cold shadows that held the way.

"Where does this lead?" he asked as he looked back at Raeghun.

"I... I don't know." he had to confess, and then Berin reclaimed the torch from Gavin.

"I'll go first." he proposed, but Raeghun took his shoulder as he moved forward in an attempt to persuade him otherwise.

"There's no telling which creatures have made this place their home in the past twenty years. I'll go first." he insisted, then moved off into the passage, the light of the torch driving the shadows from the space. Then Raeghun looked up at Falgon, still with Claira against him.

"Stay close." he advised, and Falgon acknowledged him with a sure nod, then they moved forward as the remainder of the sentinels followed with yet another torch. Claira gasped silently, staring in wonder as her husband stepped through the doorway into the dark passage, and where his shadow would have been the earth itself started to shimmer and shine bright gold, like he was a fire cast against the wet surface of the inside wall. It wasn't like she remembered, with the beam of light, but still marvellous. He continued on, the glow of flame following him along the wall, and Falgon stepped through, the same light emitting from the stone, in brilliant blue with a very subtle crimson shine, followed by darkness, and the soft glow of the torch behind them. They continued to follow the passage, barely high and wide enough for their tallest to pass through freely, and she remained staring at the wall in front of her, strange and unfamiliar runes that glimmered brightly carved into the stone every few feet. The vivid bright gold that travelled with Raeghun, and the radiant blue shadow with its barely noticeable crimson tail that moved along the passage with her... They proceeded through the passage for what seemed like an eternity with no more events save for small creatures fleeing from the light, with the soft echoes of the sentinels' voices sounding in the silence, and at some point she started feeling tired, nearly drifting off to sleep in the midst of earthy smells.

"How long does this tunnel stretch?" a voice from behind disturbed her peace, and then she heard Raeghun in front of them.

"Not much farther, I think." he returned as they moved on, Berin still leading the way down the narrow passage. Again it felt endless as they trudged on down through the earth, and once more sleep all but took her within its grasp before Berin called out, motioning to an opening between jagged stones. He moved through carefully avoiding the sharp edges, followed by Raeghun and the golden glow faded away as they emerged ankle deep into salt water of a vast cave, in which water from the ocean reached back to the remote throat of the cave, the mouth opening to reveal a black sea and star ridden sky, gentle waves rippling against the walls and the stones that dotted the cave. Falgon stepped through, leaving the blue and crimson shine behind, and they looked around.

"Where do you think we are?" Gavin asked, taking in the space around them.

"Somewhere within Blazewater Bay, surely." Raeghun said as he moved forward, to the entrance of the cave they found themselves in and Berin followed. The others trailed behind, while Colbert remained, ensuring they would find the entrance to the lightway again, hidden away by the shapes and shadows of multiple jagged stone forms. As they reached the mouth of the cave, Raeghun stood and stared, watching a cluster of lights far off in the distance.

"That can't be Boatwright, can it?" Berin breathed next to him, and Raeghun sighed slightly.

"No. Just a fisher's village. But, it is good to know that if we are ever in need of using the lightway, we won't be met with complete solitude." he said, and then turned to head back. Claira looked around, now knowing what exactly she expected to find. The walk down felt long, but not nearly as long as it did then... and of course, there was no way that this would lead back to the black city, but it was comforting that it led somewhere.

"Claira." she looked down to see Raeghun beside them, his eyes searching hers.

"Are you al right?" he asked, and she managed to smile.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. Thank you all so much, for bringing me down here." and then Raeghun returned her gentle gesture.

"Whatever places you at ease, my sweet." then he looked at the others.

"Best head back, we've probably been gone for a long time already." he urged, finding himself with a suggestive desire for sustenance, and they started their journey back to the safety of the hold, while again Claira's eyes followed the glowing lights against the wall, or it followed them; the brilliant gold, and the bright blue with its crimson tail for as long as she could, until a soft darkness enveloped her with the distant echoes of footsteps sounding in the passage, and the gentle pulse of a strong heart close to her cheek. Ultimately back in the tombs, the sentinels closed the door to the best of their effort before returning the way they came, and Raeghun glanced back. It didn't close completely, the darkness still visible through a crooked edge of the old door.

"Colbert." the sentinel came to his side.

"My lord?" he waited for his instructions, and Raeghun's eyes came to his.

"Have the carpenter's guild master from Garde's Post come see me tomorrow." he asked, and Colbert bowed his head to the lord.

"Of course." They followed the small party, heading back up the long halls of the tombs, finally up the stairs past the vaults and into the light of the Hall of Fire, where Milla waited with Saerus and Derric. The moment they stepped through, she rushed forward throwing her arms around Berin.

"What happened? I almost sent Saerus and Derric after you." she was clearly distressed, and his arms circled her reassuringly.

"Nothing happened, we were in the tombs." he calmed as she pulled back, staring at him before her attention went to Raeghun, and then resting a moment longer on Falgon with their lady against him, her expression inane as the eyes searched them in confusion.

"You've been gone for hours... It's near to midnight." she told to their surprise, and Berin looked back.

"Midnight... Could it have been that long?" he asked, met with the same daze in the burning blue.

"It's entirely possible, I imagine." then his attention went to Milla.

"I'm so sorry, Milla. I didn't realize we'd be gone for so long." he apologised, but saw her smile in relief.

"As long as you're all safe. Most of the others are already asleep, but I've asked Jeody to set aside servings for you. Although, in all likelihood it's cold by now." she mentioned, hearing them laugh.

"Oh, that's al right. I'd eat day old rations, as long as it was made by Jeody." Edur jested before Raeghun's attention came to them.

"Thank you all, you may take your leave." he allowed, and watched as his party dispersed to the kitchen to claim their belated supper, then looked back at Falgon, who spared a final glance at the lady.

"Seems she's asleep." he mentioned softly, and Raeghun moved forward raising his hands.

"Thank you, I will take her. You must be tired." he said, to the smile of the tall man.

"Not at all, sire. And with your permission, I may return her to the door of the lord's wing for you." he proposed, and Raeghun nodded, and a thought passed through his mind.

"You have been a trusted member of my order for close to two years now, and you've never wanted anything from us. We have never even celebrated your name day, like we do for so many of the others." he noted as they started their way back up the halls to the lord's wing.

"I have no desires. Everything I could ever have wanted, was fulfilled the day you accepted me. Back then, I had nothing. But your lady gave me my name, and a purpose. You gave me a home, and a family. I have everything. Besides, my name day has been of no consequence to me for a long, long time." he returned, followed by a short silence.

"Still, I would like to do something for you, someday." he breathed softly, and the gentle smile found him again.

"Perhaps, someday..." he agreed, and with light conversation they found themselves back at the doorway of the lord's wing, where Claira languidly exchanged her sentinel's chest for her husband's shoulder, and a fond greeting for the night was exchanged before Raeghun entered, delivering his wife to the comfort of a soft bed while Falgon returned to the guard's hall, finding Berin and Milla with a tray holding cold servings of the evening meal in front of the great hearth on their way up.

"There's a serving waiting for you in the kitchens." Berin informed, and Falgon glanced at the guard's hall.

"Thank you. I'll head down later." Falgon accepted, and then looked back at Berin.

"Is something troubling you?" Berin asked, followed by a short silence as Falgon remained staring over the hall;

"I hope not..." he returned softly, then Berin turned to Milla.

"I should head up, our lord and lady is most likely famished as well." she pardoned, proceeding up the halls to deliver the food. Berin lingered, watching his friend; the discernible discomfort to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, taking a step closer and then the dark eyes came back to him.

"What do you suppose the chances are, of someone finding the lighway from the outside?" he asked, and Berin breathed guessing that the man in front of him could not have gotten this far in life without this inborn consciousness for risks.

"Not high, I believe. It's quite well hidden, and this part of the bay is rather isolated." he told, watching the disquiet slowly fade.

"Then that is good." he returned, easier than before then looked back at Berin.

"Sleep well." he greeted, and Berin returned the light gesture.

"Good night." they parted ways, surrendering themselves to the night and welcomed a new day. During the morning, the carpenter's guild master answered the summons from the lord of the hold, and was taken down to the tombs to create a new door for the entrance of the lightway, and he excitedly proposed to create an extravagant entryway fashioned of agar or mahogany wood, displaying the depiction on the old tapestry, carved into the surface; to which he received the reply that the representation of the door was not of great importance as long as it was strong and solid. After examining the doorway, he returned to the village to start his work while Raeghun returned to the lord's wing where he opened the door to their chamber to find two servants busy with their chores, and a nurse holding Rychon against her while Milla stood with his wife where she sat on the edge of their bed, her feet resting on the floor with Milla holding her hands.

"Perhaps it's a bit too soon, my lady." Milla eased, and then looked up as the lord entered.

"Has something happened?" he asked, and their eyes came to him, a nervous smile over Milla's lovely face and he saw Claira's shoulders rise and fall in a defeated breath.

"Your lady wife has been trying to stand, my lord." she informed as he came closer.

"Claira-" he started, and then she looked up.

"I want to try. I can feel my legs and feet, Raeghun. I just..." she said, and he lay a hand on her shoulder.

"You can't move them, yet. I know you've been trying hard, but you have to be patient. It... It will happen when you're well and strong again." he said, and her hands lowered from Milla's as he moved forward to raise her up from the bed.

"I'll take you outside for a while. Fresh air and sunlight does good for you." he proposed, and her arms slid around his neck as he turned to carry her down to their private garden for her morning while Milla followed.

"Raeghun, do you think I will ever walk again?" she softly asked as they passed through the arch into the lord's hall, and he paused looking at her.

"Yes. I think you will." he encouraged, and then moved forward again, not wanting to revisit the thought that passed through his mind just the day before.

"It shouldn't take this long." she breathed, laying her head against his shoulder but he smiled.

"It's only been a month, Claira. From what I've heard from others, it could take as long as a year to recover completely." he tried to ease her, and felt a tenseness to her fingers straining into his skin.

"I can't expect you to do this every day, for as long as a year." she whispered, blinking as the light of the sun met her eyes.

"I will do this for you, as long as I need to." he promised, and gently set her down on the grass amidst the sweet smelling shrubs, and then leaned forward gently touching his lips to hers.

"I will be back for you later. Maester Adlyn has also advised that he will pay you a visit this morning." he informed as he moved back to stand.

"Thank you, my love." Milla took a seat on the grass next to her while the nurse brought Rychon out to join them in the garden where they shared the morning until the maester made his appearance through the open garden doors with an easy smile.

"Good morning, my ladies." he greeted as he moved forward, and they returned his fond greeting.

"A fine morning to share in the garden, my lady. Shall we proceed with your examination here?" he asked, and Claira smiled.

"If it is not an inconvenience to you, maester." he moved down slowly, but still smiling.

"Not at all, my lady." then his fingers touched her skilfully, examining her like he had done so many times before, concluding that her health had improved somewhat since his last visit, and with a small wooden straw kept in his wide sleeve along with his crystal pendulum, he gently touched and nudged several different areas from her thighs down to her feet, asking each time whether she could feel the sensation and if she perceived it strange or dull at all. And she could feel. Each time the straw touched her skin she could tell exactly where it was, and even how hard the maester was pressing. Again, it was frustrating that she had this much reactivity in her limbs but was unable to use them; and she stared at the unwilling limbs stretched out in front of her on the grass.

"Why is this happening, maester? Why can I feel, but I can't move?" she asked sadly, but he smiled remaining positive.

"I'm not sure, my lady. It seems that the illness, or the aids have numbed the senses that react to commands. But don't worry, I'm sure that it will pass in time. As long as we continue to stimulate these areas, your strength should return to you." Then he stood, and claimed the wood bench under the tree next to them.

"I have heard you had quite the voyage, yesterday." he mentioned, and Claira laughed softly.

"Oh, yes. Raeghun and some of our sentinels showed me the lightway." she told, and his smile brightened.

"A wonderful creation, from ancient times. There are some whom have said, that Brandon the Builder himself aided in its construction. Whether that is true or not, none would know." he told, and Claira recalled the brightly vibrant lights.

"It was breathtaking, maester. I've never seen anything like that in my life. There were runes carved into the stone, runes that shined in the dark. And where Raeghun walked, the passage wall glowed like fire." she recounted, and he nodded taking that in, seeming to bring back some memories.

"Yes, it would. With the treatment of archaic magic, the Lightway recognises the Taugere lineage, whether by blood or bond. The wall glowed for you as well?" he asked, still with his eager smile.

"It did. Blue, with a red tail." she said, excitedly and he paused for a moment.

"Well now, blue and red..." he repeated, as if deep in thought as she stared at him in his momentary silence.

"Is something wrong, maester?" then his eyes met hers once more.

"No, not at all. It sounds marvellous, perhaps someday I may see it for myself." he breathed, possibly trying to imagine it in his mind. Then his eyes returned to her, and he moved to stand up.

"Will you please pardon me, my ladies? I had best return to my tower, should others need me. I will visit you again soon." he said, and politely made is departure from the lord's wing while the ladies remained in the garden for a while longer until Milla had to take her leave as well for the morning meal of sweet grain and thick honeyed cream with fresh fruit and tea for which Raeghun rejoined Claira in the lord's wing before tending to the matters of the hold, and the remainder of the day was spent peacefully as Claira fed and played with her son between short durations of sleep. By late afternoon a knock at the door drew her attention, and she looked up.

"Enter." she invited, and a smiling Carissa entered with Milla, Panora and another nurse behind her.

"Our apologies for disturbing you. Your lord husband has given instruction that we help you prepare for this evening." Milla said, also with a bright smile.

"This evening?" Claira stared at them as they approached, and Carissa claimed the brush from the dresser.

"Yes, dear sister. But... Only if you want to, of course." Carissa said, lowering her hands and Claira returned the smile.

"Certainly." she agreed, wondering what she may encounter. Panora gently claimed Rychon, taking a seat near the hearth to keep him busy while Carissa came closer, and gently brushed out the long strands of marble while Milla busied herself with exploring through the wardrobe, finally pulling a dazzling wide dress of sea green silk decorated with gold embroidery over the low shoulders, neckline and chest, including flowing pearl white chiffon sleeves. To compliment the dress, she chose a waistband of gold-weave and jade crystals and a delicate circlet of gold centred with a tear-drop emerald, however Claira insisted on keeping the Heart of Hope, having silently vowed to never remove it from herself. Carissa secured the long strands with a jewelled pin, leaving the locks hanging freely down her shoulders and back, and then they all helped Claira into the dress, positioning the shoulders before securing the back laces tightly to her figure before Milla brought the waistband around her hips and fastened it behind her back, and then finally fit the circlet to her brow as the door softly opened and Raeghun stepped through, his eyes brightening as they rested on her.

"You look so lovely, my sweet." he complimented as he came closer, bringing a gentle blush to her cheeks and then he looked at the others.

"Thank you so much, you may proceed to the southern hall. Our cook will serve soon." he allowed, and they left the chamber to take their places in the feast hall. Raeghun remained staring at Claira for a moment longer, then moved forward slipping his left arm under her knees and his right around her back to pick her up.

"Raeghun?" she asked curiously as he lifted her away from the mattress while her arms circled his neck, and he simply smiled.

"Do I need a special reason to feast with my family?" he asked, and then turned, taking her from the lord's wing down to the great hall and she marvelled at the glorious space like she was seeing it again for the first time in years. The vibrant banners hanging on the walls with their house sigil along with garlands of bright flowers, the drapings in the colours of fire, fine silverware lay on the tables alongside bouquets of sweet blossoms, and the smiling faces of their household as the lord passed carrying his lady in his arms towards the high table in front of the Fervid Hearth where he set her down on her chair and members of their house came to greet her, even their most reclusive member joined them this night. Then as a new face came forward, her memories went back to her husband's twenty and first name day and the man bowed low extending his hand towards her. The talented jester had returned, his grey eyes glinting in the moment they met hers.

"Greetings, my glorious lady Taugere. I trust I will meet your pleasure, this evening." he greeted eagerly as she gave her hand and he gently kissed the fingertips.

"Welcome, Vernon. I am delighted at your visit." she returned and he smiled.

"Your sweet welcome is beyond any worthiness, but I shall give it my best." he promised, and then moved away to the centre of the hall.

"Gather 'round! Gather 'round! Let me tell you a tale!" he called out, and their members quickly took their seats, with Panora next to Claira with Rychon on her lap and Carissa next to her, and Berin to Raeghun's right with Milla at his side, then the jester turned as he crouched low, his finger in front of his face as if to indicate a whisper.

"Of the kings, whom from the stars once hailed..." then he jumped up, motioning around him to the crowd, and bringing their attention to him solidly.

"Do any of you know, why these men burn so bright?" he challenged loudly, and then his voice altered again to a soft murmur, like he was sharing a secret.

"Because theirs, is the lineage of divine and righteous might." he told, immersing the hold in his magical message while the feast was brought out. Selections of fine roasts with steamed country vegetables and cheese, apple pie with cream and custard, dark ale and sweet wines. A splendid feast while they listened to the story, of these men whom were formerly guardians to the gods, powerful beings whom rode great burning beasts to battle; but then sent to a once dark and dismal world to bring light, order and joy. They thrived, they travelled, they conquered, they protected and they ruled as the Ardent Kings. They laughed and they wept, all together in this place. This was whom they were, with the glint of the stars in their burning blue eyes, and the fire of the phoenix in their hearts. Claira found herself drowned in the tale, and she almost believed every word as her hand closed around her husband's. She glanced at him, and smiled. Indeed, there was fire in him. Everyone could see it, in the blaze of his blue eyes, and she could feel it each time his unprotected skin touched hers. He was a king, even though he did not bear the title. He could have been a god, if one would believe such things. And he was hers, forever more. Then he looked at her, and she leaned forward wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Raeghun." his went around her waist, holding her tightly.

"I love you, Claira." he returned, and then they pulled back and he stood, a chalice in his hand as the jester moved away after issuing them a low formal bow.

"There are many great things about the Taugere's. Our bloodline, our house, our wealth, our strength, our courage, our warmth. But one thing outweighs all of these. Our family. Our people. It is they... all of you, who make us whom we are." he raised the chalice.

"To Mount Ardor!" all the other members stood, raising whatever they had in their hands, their voices echoing off the stones of the hall.

"May it Stand Forever!" they called out, and then the lord's voice rose above them all.

"To the Goldfields!" again, the voices of the hold sounded loud in the space.

"May it Shine in the Sun!" they called, and then Berin turned facing Raeghun, raising his own chalice a third time.

"To the Unbroken Line of the Ardent Kings!" he honoured loudly, to the answer of those in the hall, reverberating off the walls so loud they could fall.

"May it Burn Ad Infinitum!" then Raeghun turned towards Claira, lowering to his knee beside her.

"And to my wife. The only woman in this world with the power to calm my blaze." he took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and her free hand covered hers as she tried to smother an urge to cry, and the same voices deafened the hall.

"To the Lord of Flame, and his Lady of Frost!" she leaned forward again, holding him tightly under the jumble of happy voices and the shudder of her arms. It was a wonderful evening, and she thanked every entity she could imagine for it; that her life had no way of being any more perfect. After the feast was done, the hall was cleared and Raeghun returned to the lord's wing with Claira in his arms, Carissa and Panora following with a sleepy Rychon; Berin and Milla with Bella just behind her. They entered their chambers respectively, and Raeghun lowered Claira on the bed, where she removed the delicate circlet from her brow and placed it on the table next to her, from where she took up a light gown left for her while her husband started removing his clothing. She looked up at Raeghun.

"Vernon's story..." she started, and his attention came to her as he laughed.

"I have no idea where he got that from, but I must admit it was charming." he said, pulling the cords of the doublet to free it from his body.

"The way he told it, it could have been an honest truth." she giggled, watching as he pulled the tunic over his head, the scars over his body almost luminescent in the light of the flames around their room.

"Now wouldn't that be something? Everyone has their legends. But no, ours were of the first men, simple people like many others were. We settled on these lands, just like the Starks in the North, and the Gardeners in the Reach, and the Arryns in the Vale; and we grew, we rose above others and ruled and guided our people just like they did. The first born sons succeeded their fathers just like many others, ruling as the Ardent Kings from Mount Ardor; other sons served as Battle Masters to many. We fought wars, and we saw years of peace. I'm not even sure how long back we go, exactly... Eight thousand years, ten maybe... It's a long time to keep track of." he told, and then discarded the breeches after removing his boots, coming to the bed and sitting down next to her, proceeding to undo the back laces of her dress as she held her hair away.

"It is still a wonderful story. I enjoyed it." she insisted, and then finally rid herself of the dress with his help as he pulled the dress over her hips and placed it on the chest at the foot of their bed while she opened the light nightgown to pull it over her shoulders. But then his hands took hers, seizing the dress from her and capturing her lips with his in a deep, sweet kiss which she returned eagerly.

"I love you, my Claira..." he whispered, gently moving forward and laying her on the pillows while her hands went to his face.

"I love you, my Raeghun." she smiled, and kissed him again, feeling his heat settle between her thighs as he continued to kiss her passionately and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders to bring him closer. Then his mouth left hers, leaving a warm trail down her cheek and neck to the tender skin between her breasts as her fingers strained into him, and her body arched for his touch; her sweet sigh sounding in the space as his hands gently caressed her. She brought herself forward, pulling him up to meet her lips again, then he moved forward making her gasp. Deep into the night, with his arms circling body, he lay breathing heavily against her chest as he shared his warmth over her to drive the shiver of the sudden cold from her, and her fingers gently stroked the strands of black gold while she brought deep calming breaths into her, slowly drifting off to sleep but still feeling the tremors through her muscles following her final pleasurable cry that accepted his fire. Then she felt his arms gently tighten, and his voice against her, softly just above a whisper.

"Yet, there was one that burned with the wrath of a vengeful sun, smouldering bright into his soul... until the gods gifted him a winter rose, to hold his heart and finally bring his world to a whole..." her eyes opened and she looked down, still just where he was.

"How beautiful... From which tale is that?" she asked, and then Raeghun looked up displaying the brilliant ardent blue of his eyes and bringing himself closer to gently press his lips to hers once again, and then he smiled as he drew back.

"I've always felt warm. Feverish. Choleric. Until the first moment I kissed you, then everything changed. There are many stories, many songs. This is ours. A Song of Frost and Flame... And it has yet to be shared with the world." Claira smiled, and wrapped her arms around him again, and held him tightly against her, enveloping him with every sense she possessed, and once more his heat seeped into her, throughout her entire body from her cheeks down to her ankles, and they melded together in infinite bliss.

In the days that followed, the secluded entryway in the tombs was refit with a heavy beechwood door, stained dark with a coat of wax to blend into its surroundings with a steel handle as opposed to the old rusted iron grip. And as proposed, the guild master had the vision of the tapestry intricately carved into the surface of the wood, despite it being covered with the same old textile so it may remain hidden. But for his eager effort, the lord of the hold compensated his work with an additional two silver coins. The day progressed much like it did the one before, with Raeghun conveying Claira to the lord's garden to enjoy the early sunlight and fresh air with Rychon, then the morning's sparring followed by their morning meal for which the lord rejoined his lady in their chamber, after which they tended to the matters of the hold and some business in the village where Raeghun discussed the continuing supply of iron, steel, oil and other components to the castle forge with the smith of Garde's Post. A tall, heavy man with long grey hair banding a bald head, deep grey eyes set in a wide withered face, covered with a full beard, and a voice deep and loud like the roar of a lion; a member of Garde's Post for sixty years and distantly related to Philpot, their own castle artisan. Several shipments had come from the North, but higher prices were being implemented in this trade, and the smith dolefully explained that as the result, he had a need to increase his own fares, to which the lord offered to consider an increase at five percent of their previous agreement, as opposed to the proposed eight percent. But not wanting to lose their contract, the smith agreed. And after assuring that the requested consignment will be delivered within a fortnight, he thanked Raeghun for his visit before returning to his work while they prepared to leave. Passing through the space, Raeghun paused, looking at a chunk of black metal resting on a barrel next to the door.

"What's this?" he asked, picking up the clump that was almost as big as his hand. It was heavy, but solid with numerous smooth surfaces. The smith looked up from the anvil where he resumed hammering away at a new horseshoe.

"Just a lump of steel, milord. Some of the young'ens found it in some old mine, or somethin'." he explained, followed by the pounding of the hammer in his hand.

"I've never seen steel like this." Raeghun mentioned as he turned back, and saw the smith smile.

"Don't reckon many people've seen it. That there's Core Steel." he further told, and Raeghun's attention went back to the mass in his hand and Berin joined him to examine the new item.

"Can it be forged?" he asked, bringing the smith to a short pause.

"It can, with lots of time. Few will try, it's too hard." Berin glanced at Raeghun.

"Perhaps Philpot could use it." he suggested, and the lord again returned his attention to the smith, continuing to pound away at the heated metal.

"I'd like to buy this off you, then." he proposed, and the smith looked up as he brought the horseshoe over the barrel to cool and harden the shape he had brought to it. He looked at them, smiling as he chuckled.

"Oh, take it milord. I can't do nothin' with it." he obliged, and Raeghun nodded slowly clasping his hand around the hard, heavy metal.

"Thank you." they left the village, heading back to Mount Ardor as they further investigated the piece. If Philpot was able to bring it to shape, it might be enough for a dagger, or another small item. They ascended the outside stairway that would lead them directly into the outer bailey of the barracks, to deliver the clump of steel to Philpot, whom seemed quite excited at the find. He held the mass in his large skilled hands, calculating the weight in his mind as he examined the black steel, his expression eager as he looked up.

"Where did you find this?" he asked, as if it were some magical discovery.

"At the smithy in Garde's Post. He didn't seem to think much of it." Berin mentioned, and Philpot looked back at the steel.

"The man don't know what he's missing. All my life, I've wanted to try my hammer at one of these." he breathed, his fingers gliding over the surface as if it were a glimmering jewel.

"You seem quite voracious to get started." Raeghun laughed softly, and the glinting eyes of the man as big and burly as a bear with dark hair and black eyes above a full beard spread over a stern face, came back to his excitedly.

"Oh yes, milord. I've heard tell that only the best forgers can work Core Steel. And I've been eager to prove my worth." he said, and Raeghun nodded. There was nothing to prove, but if this prospect invigorated him so, he would not douse his spirit.

"Very well, hammer away then." he encouraged, watching as their forger turned happily to apply his talents.

"Well, that should keep him amply busy; as there's not a whole lot else. The armoury seems to be in good order." Berin laughed.

"Let's head inside. The maester has mentioned he wishes to meet with me." Raeghun suggested, and they started back, and then Raeghun suddenly paused as if remembering something before turning and heading back to the forge. Berin watched in surprise as he vanished into the shadows of the forge, only barely making out his shadow in the glow of the embers where he spoke with Philpot once more. The smith nodded passionately with a wide smile so his teeth were visible in the gleam as he accepted whatever order he was given, and Raeghun returned with a grin almost just as pleased.

"What was that about?" Berin asked, sharing the enthusiasm.

"Just a suggestion." he told as they headed back into the hold.

"And you're not going to tell me. I'm eager to see it." Berin laughed, and Raeghun shared the humour.

"You will have to wait a while, my friend. Let's see if Philpot can tame it first." he joked, and they entered the cool shadow of the great castle as Gavin passed them on his way out, heading for the forge, finally having made a decision. He entered the forgery, amidst the smells of oil and coals, watching his father examine a lump of black steel.

"Good day, father." he greeted, and Philpot looked back with a grin.

"Hello, my boy. What brings you here?" he asked, placing the chunk on a barrel next to the forge.

"I want to ask a favour of you." Gavin said as he stepped closer.

"Not another allowance, I hope." Philpot laughed, and then turned around to see his son smile.

"No. Something quite different, this time." he sat down on a low chair next to the door.

"Well, let's hear it then." Philpot said moving to the forge to tend the coals.

"I... I'd like you to make a ring for me." the sentinel breathed, followed by a short silence.

"A ring? Whatever for?" the smith asked, breaking the short pause as he proceeded to add coals to the heat of dying embers.

"It's for Mandeline. Once lady Claira is well again, I want to request lord Raeghun's consent to ask for her hand. If she'll have me." Gavin declared, not bringing his father's attention away from the forge.

"Marriage isn't for everyone, Gavin." he said, and the sentinel stared at him.

"It might not have been for you; but it could be for me, if it's with her." he said, and then Philpot turned coming towards him.

"Your mother and I, we might not have always seen eye-to-eye on things, especially you. But we did what we could, what we believed was best. Partnerships are give-and-take on both sides, and marriage is no exception. In all respects, it requires a lot more than just an annual contract." he told, and Gavin stood.

"Oh, please don't give me your mindset. Will you help me, or not?" Philpot stared at him, realizing he was being completely honest.

"Is this truly what you wish for?" he asked, the slightly shorter man staring back.

"It is." he confirmed, and Philpot sighed.

"Very well. I will make the ring for you. But only on two conditions." he agreed, and Gavin turned back to him.

"The first, is that you give me ninety days to forge it, from the day of receiving the lord's consent. And you will both come to visit me for an hour each day at noon." he said, and Gavin nodded.

"Sounds easy enough." he agreed, and saw his father smile.

"And the second, is that you bring me only the best gold to work with. I will not forge a ring from anything less than the finest for my future daughter." And Gavin smirked, that might prove a bit of a challenge.

"That I could do. Thank you, father." then he felt the powerful hand on his shoulder.

"Your mother and I may not have been the perfect suitors, like our lords and ladies. But we loved each other, in our own ways. I hope, that you may have something better, than we did." he said, and his son's hand found his.

"Whatever happens, we'll face it together." he said, and then left the forge again feeling happy at his small victory.

Claira sat on the bed, while her nurses finished their duties in the lord's wing. Rychon was asleep, and Carissa had taken him to lay him in his crib just a short while ago after encouraging her to rest as well; and Milla was tending to the southern hall for the evening feast. She had finished the books provided by maester Adlyn, and didn't feel like busying herself with her embroidery, or sleeping. She watched as one of the nurses smoothed the sheets over her still unresponsive legs, cursing herself for being so pathetic. But she could imagine being able to move her feet, at least. The sensation of small strains noticeable through her legs, and she wondered at the possibility, how remote it would even be. The nurse looked up with a gentle smile.

"You should try to rest, my lady." she urged once again.

"That's all I ever do, it's tiresome." she sighed, but the nurse's gentle hand lay on hers.

"It will get better, with time." she promised, and then moved off to claim a heap of bedding discarded on the floor before turning back.

"Is there something you need before I leave, my lady?" she asked, and Claira shook her head.

"Not right now, thank you." she declined, and the nurse turned.

"Very well. I will return a little bit later." she said, and then left the chamber that was reduced to a silence, broken only by the sounds from outside. Birds singing their songs as they flew over the height of the lord's wing, or perched on its roof. The sounds of people going about their lives somewhere far below, and the wind that brought the clouds from over the ocean. How she longed to be there. To be among them like she used to. She breathed in deeply, staring over the blue of the Sunset Sea. How long? Then she moved herself to lie down, imagining that some sleep might calm her yearning. To stifle the desire for her own freedom. She closed her eyes, trying to remember what those days were like. To climb the many steps of their hold, to walk down the passages, to go where she pleased when she wished to do so. The smell of cook Jeody's kitchen, the burn of the Fervid Hearth behind her, the great open doors that led outside and the short road to their village. And to go out riding, the feel of her Brazier moving beneath her in long strides as he raced over their wide green fields with the shine of the sun on her, and the endless blue stretching into the distance. Then she sat up again, her hands crumpling the sheets. Is this how you want to spend your days? She pulled the sheets from her legs, pressing on her thighs and knees. There was sensation, the small spasms of motion deep in the muscles. There was something... This is ridiculous! Get up!

Raeghun ascended the stairways leading up to the lord's chamber with Maester Adlyn at his side. He hadn't seen her in some days, and decided he may visit quickly after discussing future possibilities with the lord of the hold. There was still hope that the motion will return in time, however there was no sure way of knowing the extent it would require. Should there be a need for it, he could effort to devise some way for her to move about on her own, but given the many stairs of the castle that could prove to be a challenge. But they would meet whatever was put before them, one situation at a time. He looked up at Raeghun, not sure of how to explain, and then sighed.

"All strength has left her, I suppose from the strange illness. But throughout most of my previous examinations, it is evident that she has sensation in both legs and feet, nonetheless is unable to use them. But, I am confident that with enough time and the continued aid of the nurses in exercises to stimulate her, it should return eventually." he told, and then the striking blue eyes met his with a complacent smile as they reached the entryway of the lord's chamber.

"She's alive, maester. That's all that matters to me." Raeghun eased, and then pushed the door open. He stopped as the air suddenly solidified in his chest, staring in shock and amazement at the sight in front of him where frost blue eyes met his from a surprised, almost guilty expression; and for a moment he thought he opened the door into yet another dream. She was standing in the middle of their chamber. Standing without support. Through a daze he watched the seam of her dress move in a single step forward as she reached for him, and instinctively realizing the true action he shot forward to capture her in her fall, wrapping his arms around her before she connected with the floor, and hers went around his neck. He gently set her down on the floor as he knelt at her side, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly as he breathed heavily, watching her still in stunned astonishment, his fingers suddenly tightening.

"Claira, do you realize what you've done?" he asked, bringing her eyes to his again with the sheen of tears in the beautiful blue and her hand came to her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" she started before his arms suddenly wrapped around her again, holding her tightly against him and he laughed. A happy laugh.

"You were walking. My Claira, you were walking!" he told, and inevitably his happiness spread to her as she buried her face in his shoulder, and cried. There was hope. Always, there was hope. She would walk again. She would be at his side again. She would become strong again, then she looked up at the figure in grey cautiously approaching with an equally optimistic smile, and she returned it; true and free. Victory is the Red in my Blood... From the Ashes We Rise... Stronger We Rise...

To Be Continued...