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Summary : The High Sparrow might have said it, Lancel still doubted the lightness of his soul. Would it really float to the Seven Heavens once his time had come? [Writing Month Challenge 2020 – Day 1]
Author's note : English isn't my first language, I'm french. I like to think I'm good in this language and I do use Grammarly to help me with some more corrections. However, if you spot any mistake or weird sentences, feel free to let me know! I'd love to have your input so I can improve even more!
This story is part of the second edition of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day. This story is also a translation of a french work of mine.
A soul so light
Lancel couldn't have helped hearing what the High Sparrow told about him to Cersei before he showed up and Unella came to arrest her.
"Now his soul is so light it will float to the Seven Heavens like a bird."
He could not deny it, the fact that his spiritual leader, his second father in a way (second because Kevan, despite everything that set them up against each other, would always remain the first) thought that about him warmed his heart. To see his efforts, his goodwill acknowledge was a thrilling feeling, he hadn't been granted it for so long! He admitted it could sound infantilizing. He wasn't a little boy anymore. Nonetheless, beyond his genuine desire for redemption, there was in him this need of recognition. He needed to feel that he mattered for someone, that he existed in the eyes of someone. Kevan loved him, he had never doubted it and would never doubt it. If he needed any proof, his father had let him fly from their lions' den to the sparrows' nest. And knowing all of this, being aware of his flaws, made him doubt the words spoken by the High Sparrow.
Was he really worthy of the Gods' forgiveness, of the Seven Heavens, he who was still so dependent on others' affection?
Had he really changed?
Was his soul really that light?
"The High Sparrow isn't a sycophant" He reasoned with himself. "If he spoke of you in those terms, then he really means them."
To refuse to see progress or the gift from the Gods were also blasphemies, who was he to deny what they said?
Maintaining his efforts, correcting his faults, would be a lifetime work.
However, now, with what he had heard, he had the certainty that he was on the right path.
The End