Epilogue: Summer Sun
She had done it. Ailith could feel the summer sun warm her old skin. The snow was melting and the temperature was rising. Birds were singing, dogs were barking and children were laughing. Summer had returned, after all these years. Ailith sat on the balcony of her room, in her comfortable rocking chair and looked over the city. Once she had been queen, years and years ago. Now, all her hairs had turned white, her skin was wrinkled and she had trouble walking. Many had dead in the Winter, her father, two of her brothers, many friends, many Kings, Queens, lords and ladies and even her dear Rowan. When he had died, Ailith had stepped aside – as it was normal in the Reach – and Tristan was made King.
Ah, Tristan. Her noble, strong headed, stubborn child. He looked so much like his father: muscled body, fierce green eyes, small beard – yet his hair had always remained dark of color. After Tristan, Ailith and Rowan had been blessed with three other children. Theagan, brown hair and grey eyes, a very smart young men who could not be tricked easily and always smiled. Flinn, brown of hair and green of eyes, he spoke little but was a just man and had a strong will. And last, Ailith had received a daughter: Daeryssa. She had the blond locks of her father and grey eyes of her mother, she was stubborn and unafraid. Ailith was very proud of all her children. Tristan was married and already father of three children, Thaegans wife was expecting her first any day. Flinn was betrothed to the niece of the King of the Ironlands. Daeryssa was the only one who was still not interested in those things, and she was already twenty-two. Yet, Ailith knew her day would come.
'Mother,' Daeryssa could the wrinkled hand of her mother. Ailith blinked her eyes a few times and noticed a tears rolled over her cheek. She smiled and stroked her daughters golden locks.
'My beautiful daughter,' she said.
'Are you well, mother?' the grey eyes looked worried.
'O, very well, my child, very blessed,' she laughed, 'I promised Alyna I would live to see this day, I vowed to the Lion I would live to see him perish and I did, I did.'
'Come, mother,' Daeryssa stood up and wanted to help her mother up.
'No, my child,' Ailith lightly shook her head, 'I will go, but you cannot follow me.'
'Mother-'
'Don't, Daeryssa,' Ailith said, 'You are all grown now, wise and strong – each of you. And I am proud to be your mother, but your father is waiting for me.'
'Mother, please,' Daeryssa pleaded.
'Its my time, my dove,' Ailith whispered.
'Let me fetch Tristan, and Thaegan and Flinn,' Daeryssa ran to the door and yelled her brothers names. Ailith looked over the city and saw the Summer sun slowly setting. She smiled.
'Why are you yelling?' Flinn hissed.
'Shut up, come here,' she said and ran back to their mother with her brothers.
'Mother, are you well?' Tristan asked and took his mothers hands, kneeling beside her. Ailith smiled at him and looked at each of her children.
'Your father will be so proud,' she smiled.
'Mother?' Tristan looked confused at his mother.
'Its time, my King,' she said with a smile, 'I am old and I have lived long.'
'Mother, please,' Daeryssa said, her voice was trembling and her eyes filled with tears.
'I will give your love to your father, and wait for you – though I hope I can wait many, many years,' the old woman smiled.
'Alright,' Tristan said and swallowed, he knew there was nothing they could do now.
'Remember,' Ailith said fierce as she pinched Tristans hand, 'the blood of the Starks runs through your veins. Though you will not carry my sign, you are of my House.'
'We will remember,' Tristan promised her and kissed her cheeks. Daeryssa followed him, and after her so did Flinn and Theagan. Ailith looked at them and smiled. Then her gaze went to the sun. She took a deep breath and smiled – then left the world. Daeryssa cried and Flinn bit his lips.
'She will be buried here,' Tristan announced, 'With a direwolf beside her feet.'
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