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Chapter 2 - Not Ready

Eomer's dreams were full of screams, full of curses, full of blood. And as he slept in his uncle's chambers, savouring his musty smell, he cried through the night about things which he'd been scared to think about before then. His spirit, his soul, his heart had died with the Rohirrim soilders. He wasn't ready to be king. He wasn't ready to let his sister go.

"My Lord!?" A servant called into the room. "Lady Eowyn and...Mrs Abbot are here to see you"

Eowyn bustled into the room, her head held high, and Sheres followed, letting the familiar walls of the golden hall consume her as it had done many years before, she stayed behind her Lady, she knew her place, and as the door closed and Eowyn lit the oil lantern, Sheres gasped at the sight which beheld her. Eowyn rushed forward to her brother, holding him, cradling him like a baby. "Hush! Oh Eomer...Shh-

Sheres did nothing, she just hung her head and tried to avert her eyes from the man she had once known so well. "Should I leave My Lady? My Lord"

Eomer looked up, and before Eowyn nodded and sighed, he whispered slowly and questioningly "Sheres"

She curtsied graciously and left the room.

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Eowyn's words soothed Eomer. His heart pounding in his chest, he managed to stop the tears and look into her deep blue eyes. "Why did you come here? Why did you bring her into the Halls"

Eowyn shook her head. "Theoden is no longer with us, Father is no longer with us... they were the only ones who kept her away"

"She wanted to come?" Eomer looked hopefully at his sister.

"Oh Eomer. She has just lost her young brother, her papa and her husband. She came to seek refuge of you and nothing more"

Eomer bit his lip. "I've seen her around; in the city, on the moors and I always just walked away, there was nothing else could do. She was my-

"Don't make this harder Eomer. Don't make your life any more complicated, its a bad idea. It always was a bad idea." She patted his arm and kissed his cheek.

"If its all the same to you sister, I'd like to see her"

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Eowyn left the room to find her friend sitting on the floor, curled up, crying her heart out. "Oh dear... Oh dear Sheres." She put her skilled arms around the smaller woman and stroked her hair comfortingly. "My brother wants to see you." She whispered.

"Why?" She sobbed. "Does he want to confirm the hate he has for me"

"He never hated you, Not once." Eowyn sighed. "He loved you with all his heart and never really shook that, but please, please dear, I love you and know you as a sister, or I did once, don't make this anymore complicated"

"I love only my husband dear Lady"

"Then go in. He isn't in such a state anymore"

Sheres got up from her place on the floor and wiped her eyes. She smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath before looking towards Eowyn and opening the large rustic door. When she finally entered, the room was bright and breezy, and King Eomer was dressed, and no longer had tear tracks on his face.

She curtsied.

"Sheres." He whispered. "I am deeply sorry for your losses, truly I am"

She bowed her head. "And I for yours. King Theoden was a good man"

"As were your father and husband"

"It's been over four years Eomer. Four years!!! What kept you from talking to me once over that period"

"The same thing I suspect" He said "that kept you from talking to me."