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ALSO! shout out to Aldon Blackreyne for catching my Scarborough Fair reference xD
The Aurora cover of that song is my fucking jam lol

The following morning was quiet and somber. Jobs were done without a word and every so often all you could hear was the occasional sniffle from one of the ladies of the Keep. It was as if the joy of the homestead died along with Sage. Jon walked around as he kept an eye out for Rosemary. If only Sage could see her sisters and daughters now… How they mourn would break her heart.

He checked the rabbit pen and found Thyme on the floor of the hut, petting a rabbit. "Hey…"

She sniffled and wiped her tears away. "King Crow…"

"Have… have you seen Rosemary?" He was gentle and soft with his words, he knew these poor girls were aching.

She shook her head, "No, sorry, I haven't seen her today. Maybe Parsley has..."

"Thank you." Jon left the girl there, not wanting to bother her any further. He didn't want to bother anyone on this day, but he couldn't forget about Bran's letter. Reaching out to Kinvara now was more important than letting himself mourn.

Daenerys couldn't stand to be pent up in her little house after the loss of Sage. The loss of her dear friend made her angry, and she has so much pent up frustration inside. Instead, she took her frustrations out on the sparring dummy Kinvara had set up outside. The sword in her hands was a bit too heavy for Daenerys, and even though she struggled this didn't stop her from putting all her might into every swing of the sword. She was panting so hard she didn't even hear someone approach her.

"Your posture is awful." Rosemary chuckled.

Daenerys let the blade of the sword hit the ground hard as she gave up but still held it as it dragged. She looked over and could see Rosemary standing there and for a second her appearance startled her. Rosemary was covered in blood, in one hand she held a longbow and in the other, she held a rope that pulled along a dead boar. Both were a bloody mess but the bow seemed clean.

"You've been gone for a long time," Daenerys was honestly worried. She considered Rosemary a friend and cared about her mental state, "Everyone's been looking for you all morning... is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, really, but your swing is terrible." Rosemary complete ignored her question and dropped the rope as she got closer to Daenerys. She took the quiver off of her shoulder and handed Daenerys her bow and an arrow. "I think you'd be a lot better at this."

"We can do this another time, Rosemary," Daenerys told her as Rosemary took the sword out of her hand in its place gave her the longbow.

Rosemary helped to place Daenerys fingers proper on the grip and stood right up behind Daenerys as she guided her in pulling back the string. "You gotta straighten your posture more or your going to hit your foot instead of your target." She was completely ignoring the conversation Daenerys was trying to have with her. Rosemary stepped away from Daenerys who was as properly posed to fire an arrow as she would get without more training. She walked around so she could see Daenerys' face. "Now when you fire you wanna take a deep breath, and as you let go, you release the air."

"We need to talk…" Daenerys insisted, not breaking her posture.

"You need to learn how to defend yourself, and to hunt…" Rosemary waved Daenerys on to fire away and she did. The arrow hit right inside the outermost rim "Well at least you hit it. Go get the arrow back and try again," Daenerys didn't immediately listen and instead stopped to give Rosemary a face of disapproval. "You shoot, I'll talk." Daenerys huffed and ran for the arrow, Rosemary abiding by her own rules as she watched her practice. "You know why its called Widow's Keep right? We were all the sister wives of a sick monster, a man named Craster. He loved his daughters… and we were all his daughters…" Rosemary put her arms crossed in front of her chest as she watched Daenerys, who would stop between shots to look Rosemary's way. "And his sons… he hated his sons, so much so that if any of us were to have a boy he would take them from our breasts not even a few hours after birth and bring them out into the forest…" She sniffled as she talked, the story Rosemary was telling was a painful one. "The babies were a sacrifice to the Endless Winter, and he thought by giving up all his sons it and making a deal with those monsters that he would be safe. He thought himself a God amongst men… but he was not even a man, just a cowardly monster…"

"Rose-" Daenerys stopped shooting to attempt to go over and comfort her friend but was shooed away.

"Keep on, I'm talking aren't I?" Rosemary took a deep breath and carried on with her story, "Craster wasn't fond of me, he said I was back luck…" She chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eye, "He wanted to sacrifice me too because I would only give him sons… but Mum," Her breathing got heavier as she went on. "She wouldn't let him, said I could do other things then give him daughters. So instead of a wife, I was a slave. I cooked, I cleaned and most of all I helped birthed him more daughters…" Rosemary paused to take a deep breath and wipe her tears again but stood persistent to keep talking. "After Craster died we were hostages of a mutiny, but then Jon Snow saved us. We had nowhere to go, we could've gone South but Mum said no. She said this place, the true North, was our home. I didn't see it that way but I owed her my life, so whatever she asked I did." Her lip started quivering, and suddenly the tears came rushing down, "Everything I have ever done has been for my mother, to make her proud and to do right by her… but as she lays in her death bed its the daughter who abandoned us who she was most proud of. Her dying thought was the one daughter who wasn't there for her in her final moments…"

Daenerys dropped the longbow as Rosemary started hysterically crying and ran over to comfort her. She held Rosemary in her arms as both girls fell to their knees. "You're going to be okay, Rosemary, we all are…" Daenerys sucked in her tears as she played with the other girl's hair, "Sage loved you, and all her sister and daughters with all her heart. Mothers love their children unconditionally, sometimes to a fault, but I know she had a wonderful deep love for you. That will never change."

Jon had left out the word that he needed to see Rosemary and that he would wait for her in his room. He was tired of walking around and seeing so many heartbroken faces. It wore him out and though he knew that there wasn't a thing he could have done, a part of him wished there was. He was sitting in his old room, in the chair by the little table, when he heard a knock on the door. Jon didn't move, too tired from this long day. "Come in…"

He looked up and could see Parsley. Her cheeks were flushed and she was wearing a long clock that covered her completely. "My King…"

"Parsley," Jon tried to wipe the tired look on his face with his hand, but he was sure it did no good. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-Yes I… I just," She was slurring her words as she talked, avoiding all eye contact. "I needed… to talk to you."

Jon couldn't tell if she was drunk or just scared. Jon stood to his feet and got a little closer, "You look red, do you need to sit?"

"No-no I have to," Parsley took a deep breath, "I've been thinking a lot, a-about everything today and I-I just…" She took a shaky breath, "I don't want to die alone like mum."

Jon could feel his heartbeat pick up. He could already see where this was going. "She wasn't alone, she had her family at her side."

"T-that's not what I mean!" Parsley rebutted, "A lot of my sisters, they've found some to love but mother never bothered… I don't want to die without knowing what my sisters found…"

"Parsl-" Before Jon could say anything else Parsley dropped the rope she was wearing to reveal she was fully naked underneath it. Jon was taken aback and quickly turned away. "Parsley, I can't…"

"W-we can! You don't have to marry me… I don't have to be y-your queen!" She stepped forward to reach him but Jon backed away, still not making eye contact.

"I'm sorry Parsley, but I can't do this." Jon sighed heavy, "I don't see you that kind of way."

Parsley got angry, "Y-You mean as a woman? Because I am a woman, I've already bled…. I-I can bear you children-"

"I mean love," Jon rubbed the back of his neck. He felt terrible but he didn't want to shy from the truth, "I just don't love you the way you want me to."

"Is it because of Daenerys? Do you love her? Is she that much better than me?" Parsley had begun to cry and Jon felt worse. Knowing she couldn't say anything else to make him want her, Parsley quickly put her robe back on and ran out of the room crying. She slammed the door on her way out and it made Jon jump.

He wouldn't tell her that Daenerys was the only person he would ever love for the rest of his life because Jon knew it would break her heart but it was the truth. His heart was Daenerys' and Daenerys' alone, even if she ate it and left him to die alone he wouldn't care. He had given her his heart long ago and even if she didn't want it, Jon still wouldn't want it back.

Daenerys was finally in her alone in her small home just trying to find some peace. She sat by the small fireplace in the main room and watched it dance, it's colors and warmth bringing her comfort. Unfortunately, her peace didn't last long as Parsley came suddenly bursting through the door crying. Daenerys jumped up to comfort the girl who she had gotten along so well with, "Parsley, what happened?"

"I-I… and he…" Parsley's words were incoherent as she sobbed, "Why doesn't he love me?"

Daenerys was confused as she tried to relax the crying girl, "Who do you mean?"

"Jon," Parsley pushed Daenerys away from her, "I came to him tonight to offer him my love, and he turned me away! I don't understand! I love him so much…."

Oh. Daenerys didn't know the right words to say to what she just heard. It did, for what it helped, felt good to hear that he didn't dare take advantage of this young girl but that's wasn't what she was fixated on. Instead, her mind focused on the idea of Jon Snow loving someone else. Someone who was Daenerys. It made her sick to her stomach. "Parsley I-"

"It's your fault! There nothing great about you! You aren't special!" Parsley's mood had made a sudden turn and suddenly she was nasty.

Daenerys tried to reason with her, "I know what you feel, but it won't be the end for you, Parsley, there are other-"

"I don't want anyone else! What I feel for Jon Snow is true love, and you took it away from me with your pretty violet eyes and silver locks!" As she yelled and screamed, Daenerys wasn't sure what snapped inside Parsley's mind. All she knew is that it made her heartache. "You don't know what I feel!"

THWACK!

The smack that swept across Daenerys' face echoed through the whole home. She stood there wide-eyed and red-cheeked, completely stunned. Immediately after it had happened, Parsley's anger fizzled out and she felt absolutely horrid. "Daenerys I'm so-"

"I don't know? Do you really think that?" Daenery clenched her fist, her eyes down as the burning sensation in her cheek got worse. "You know nothing about true love, child!" She felt so many different emotions stirring as she finally looked Parsley in the eyes. "You don't know what it's like to be sold to your first husband… t-to be used by him, and then once you have fallen in love with him he's murdered by a witch!" Her eyes were turning red, as well as the rest of her face. "You don't know what it's like, after years of feeling nothing, to find love again. Real, true love. The kind they sing songs about. To do everything for the one you love and still when you need them the most they...they betray you! You don't know what it's like to beg for them to give you back their love when they take it away…" The tears were building up, gathering at the corners of her eyes until the started to spill out uncontrollably. "You have no idea what it's like to be held tight by the one you love only to have them stab you in the heart! And then, after what feels like years of floating in darkness, you wake up from the nightmare that is death and all you want more than anything in the whole world! More than power or revenge!" Daenerys sobbed as all her feelings rushed out of her body. "All you could ever possibly want is them! So don't you tell me I do not know what love is, child,

You do not know! No one knows!"