The Venerable Senju.
written by kazekage_namikaze
She will be loved, they said. But, who would be the one to love her like no other?
"Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature."
- Lyanna, to Eddard Stark.
If he had lived during her time, he could had been the one to love her. He would give her love. Not a boy's love. But, a man's love. The love that comes from the heart. A love that is steady like the soils of mother earth and deep like the seven seas. It would last an lifetime. A love that would never fade throughout the flows of the years. Maybe, it would take a lot longer for him to see her as who she is, the woman she was and turned out to be. An woman that risen from the land of dead dreams, of forgotten hopes and of wishes that never were to come true. Be that as it may, in slow tempo like the magic of waltzes, he would have honor and adored her. They would never be poles apart, unlike the other man. A cold man. The destroyer of law and order. A boy to be more precise. A disgraced man who devastated her sweet heart, still, he never bursted her soul into pieces, like they say he did. Oh my darling, did he?
My dearest, why do things never go the way we imagined or planned in our silly minds?
Why are dreams often a heavy burden and easily betrayed? Why do we need to carry them without lament or comment? Why love must die?
the end.