Chapter 46 – I'll Be Seeing You

One second passed…and then two…but the blow never came.

Alyx had heard the whizz and pop of an arrow flying through the air and then striking home; had registered the gasps and screams of the panicked wedding guests behind her, but the lancing pain she expected to follow never came. Instead when she looked around it was to find Varel kneeling behind her, the bolt meant for her jutting from his shoulder. She immediately bent to check the severity of his wound but the Senechal dismissed her with a slight shake of his head.

"I'm…fine…Commander…behind…you," he hissed painfully through his teeth.

Alyx straightened and turned just in time to see the last of the wedding guests flee the dance floor as a small contingent of armed men closed in around them. Only she, Zevran and the other wardens remained where they stood, unflinching despite the fact that they were outnumbered two to one.

Automatically taking up a defensive stance, she reached for her blades and then inwardly cursed when her hand brushed against only fabric. Her first instinct was to go for the dirk hidden under her skirts, but then experience kicked in and reminded her to remain calm and passive until she knew more. These were not darkspawn after all. Perhaps they could be negotiated with, and if not…well, then it never hurt to be prepared. She shot a look at Zevran, whose answering nod was so infinitesimal that it was barely noticeable. Yet she knew her silent message had been received.

Her focus turned to the proud figure at the forefront of the intruders wearing gaudy, ornate plate armor. This, she knew, could only be the leader and instigator of this unwarranted assault. It wasn't until they drew closer that her spine stiffened in sudden recognition.

Esmerelle.

Her blood boiled as she watched the other woman approach her with a smirk on her puckered, sour face. On the one hand Alyx was enraged that Esmerelle saw fit to endanger the lives of innocents for the sake of her personal vendetta. On the other hand, she had to give it to the woman for her ingenuity. When else would she have found the Warden-Commander and her men unarmored and unarmed, and possibly incapacitated from overindulgence? Even most of the castle guard had been included in the festivities and therefore unequipped for such an invasion. Those few of Garavel's men that were still on duty would be on the ramparts and likely unaware of what was taking place inside.

To make matters worse, Anders was nowhere to be seen. Alyx hoped that he had simply retired for the evening and wasn't lying somewhere in a pool of his own blood. Though given their current circumstances her gut told her Esmerelle would have been sure to prevent any magical intervention to turn the tide in their favor.

"Esmerelle," she called in a clear, steady voice, not missing the flash of annoyance in the other woman's eyes at her lack of formality. "I should have known you would eventually force a confrontation."

Should have would be putting it lightly. Alyx shot another glance at Zevran, but the look he gave her was undecipherable. She supposed it hardly mattered now with the former Bann and her merry band of conspirators standing here before her.

"You don't honestly think that I could live in a world where your crimes were left unanswered, do you? Before this night is out you will pay for what you've done," Esmerelle spat vehemently.

"What I've done? You invade my home, attack my people and you wish to talk of my crimes?" she asked incredulously. "Why do this, Esmerelle? What could you possibly hope to gain?"

"Beyond the satisfaction of your death, Cousland bitch?" Esmerelle retorted.

"Mind your tongue, harpy. You speak to your rightful overlord," Garavel hissed as he pushed himself to the front of the crowd that had gathered at the far side of the room.

Alyx shot him a look of warning and tried not to groan out loud. She liked the Guard Captain well enough, but he had the unfortunate propensity to speak before he thought. And as much as she personally appreciated his support she knew that he was only aggravating the situation. To his credit, Garavel instantly backed down at her warning but still glared at Esmerelle in silent indignation. If only looks could kill, Alyx thought with a sigh.

"She is no overlord of mine, dog," Esmerelle spat back at Garavel. "The true Arl of Amaranthine lies dead, murdered in his home by this woman…this pretender…and now she unjustly claims his lands for her own!"

"And yet you had no problem with him murdering her family and claiming Highever for his own," Zevran murmured. "Are you sure you aren't Antivan my dear?"

"And I suppose you believe that Amaranthine should belong to you instead?" Alyx replied calmly, intentionally ignoring Zevran's interjection. "The Arling was given to the wardens by the Queen herself. You're mad if you believe she will simply hand it over to you on a silver platter."

"Oh, on the contrary. I think she will be more than happy to once she learns of your treachery."

"Treachery?" Alyx scoffed, almost choking on the word. "Anora and I may not always see eye to eye but we have long since come to an understanding. There is nothing you could tell her she does not already know, and nothing that comes remotely close to treason. You are grasping at straws."

"I think not…as well you know, don't you?" Esmerelle replied with an ugly sneer.

"Enough of your poisonous lies, Esmerelle. There is none of us here that would believe them," Nate interjected.

Alyx didn't dare look back but she could feel the warmth of his presence behind her and reached back to clutch his wrist. When she felt the familiar weight of a dagger hilt being pressed into her palm it was all she could do not to turn and kiss him on the spot. You wonderful devious man, she thought as she squeezed his fingers in silent gratitude.

"Nathaniel Howe," Esmerelle purred, her whole demeanor changing as her attention turned from Alyx to Nate. "I had heard you were back in Amaranthine, but I hadn't yet had the pleasure of renewing our acquaintance. Just look at you…a man grown. "

Alyx bristled possessively as Esmerelle's eyes traveled the length of Nate's body. She suddenly felt a lot like clawing the older woman's eyes out of her sour face.

"Don't tell me you plan to defend this woman…after all that she has done…after all that she has taken from you?" Esmerelle continued.

"Funny. That's exactly what I planned," he answered nonchalantly.

For a second Esmerelle's mask slipped, but then she continued on as if he never responded.

"The late Arl was often misunderstood, but then few knew him as you and I...or loved him half so well. Everything he did, everything he sacrificed was for the love of his family. For Amaranthine itself. He would not have suffered a Cousland in his place…but it is not too late. Join me. Help me avenge your dear father, and I'll ensure that you are handsomely rewarded. Perhaps I can even convince the Queen to reinstate your birthright. Think about it my dear boy. Amaranthine could be yours!"

"Thanks, but no thanks."

This time Esmerelle's mask failed completely and her lips turned down into a scowl.

"Well," she huffed in indignation. "Your father was right about you after all. You are a disappointment."

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a winning smile, causing Esmerelle's scowl to deepen even further.

"Fine. If you'll not join me, you can die with the rest of them," she said.

This time it was Alyx's features that darkened, her eyes narrowing in fury at the older woman.

"I'll give you just one chance. Leave here now; take your men and disappear. You'll not be followed or hunted, and you will never have to see or hear from me again. I would think long and hard on this, Esmerelle, were I you. You may believe you have the upper hand but if you insist on this battle I promise, it will go badly for you."

Esmerelle chortled with uncontained mirth. Some of her men eyed her wearily and shifted uncomfortably behind her. They at least seemed to be less certain of their current course of action, but neither did they move to lower their weapons. Alyx's hand reflexively tightened around the pommel of the dagger at her back.

"You are unarmed and outnumbered and without your pet mage to hide behind," Esmerelle said once she regained control of herself. "Even if my men were not so well-trained…and I assure you they are…not even the fabled Grey Wardens would be able to stand against such odds. Hero of Fereldan, hmph! Without your toys you're nothing more than a silly little girl in a party dress."

"I wouldn't count on that," Alyx replied darkly, and then pulled the dagger from behind her back.

With a flick of her wrist she sent the dagger flying, spinning end over end across the room until it sunk into the neck of the man standing at Esmerelle's right hand. The man gurgled grotesquely as he collapsed to the ground, a permanent look of surprise on his face as he gasped his last. For a heartbeat everyone froze where they were, but then Esmerelle's face went purple with rage.

"Attack!" she screeched as she drew her sword.

All hell broke loose at Esmerelle's piercing call and this time Alyx didn't hesitate. She crouched and quickly retrieved the dirk strapped to her calf, coming up just in time to block the downswing of a mercenary's sword. The man sneered at her as he took in the slim blade in her hand and swung at her again. Alyx feinted left, then right, and then ducked as the man continued in vain to strike her, but this time when she swung back up it was to jam her dagger as hard as she could into the vulnerable spot in his armor, just under the armpit. The man screamed in pain and lost the grip on his sword. Alyx caught it as it fell from his hand and finished him off before he could retaliate.

When she looked up it was to see Esmerelle staring at her from across the room, a mixture of fear and rage in her eyes. All around them the battle progressed, yet it all seemed as if somehow from a great distance. She was vaguely aware of Zevran passing out weapons from the cache they'd hidden earlier in the day, but otherwise her focus remained on the woman before her, just as Esmerelle kept her e eyes trained on her. Slowly straightening to her full height, Alyx closed the distance between them.

"This ends today," she said as she leveled her sword at Esmerelle's chest.

Though she didn't respond the fanatical light returned to Esmerelle's eyes as she readied her own weapon and shield.

Within seconds Alyx knew she would win. She could see that Esmerelle had been trained, but too recently to do her any good. To make matters worse the heavy armor she no doubt thought would save her life only served to hamper her every movement. A novice mistake, but then Esmerelle was no true swordsman. Alyx almost felt bad for the woman…almost.

"You have no hope of winning this, Esmerelle. Capitulate," Alyx called over the clashing of their blades.

"I will win this. I must. Justice must prevail!" Esmerelle cried zealously.

"Justice? There is no justice, no honor, in forcing me to kill you."

"Foolish twit of a girl! Your arrogance will be your undoing."

"And your bravado will be yours," Alyx retorted. "Have you forgotten what I am beyond the title you so jealously crave? I've killed monsters that take bigger shits than you after breakfast, and yet somehow you believe a few goes at a practice dummy and handful of hired swords will be enough to save you. Fancy armor and a thick pocket book can only take you so far, Esmerelle. I ask you again. Surrender and I promise to show you what mercy I can."

"I suppose you offered Rendon your mercy as well," Esmerelle spat with a disbelieving snort.

"I did in fact," Alyx replied in quiet fury. "Make no mistake, I wanted to see him suffer for what he did to my family, but I would have seen it done properly… by trial…in front of his peers…so that all of Thedas knew of his crimes before he died. It was he that gave me no other choice."

"Lies," Esmerelle hissed.

"Believe what you want," Alyx replied with a shrug. "But my offer still stands."

"What could you offer me that I could possibly want?"

"Life."

"Life?" Esmerelle spat the word back at her between deep gasping breaths, almost as if it was poison upon her lips. "You mean a lifetime of rotting away in some dungeon. You've already taken everything else from me. I will not let you take my freedom too!"

Alyx froze; stunned by the emotion she saw flickering deep within Esmerelle's clouded, muddy-brown eyes. There was madness there, of that there was no question, but behind the madness lay something surprising…and disturbingly familiar.

Esmerelle saw her hesitance and used it to her advantage. Alyx momentarily saw stars as Esmerelle's shield came down against her head and then rammed her hard in the chest. All of the wind left her lungs in a woosh as she slammed to the ground, and for a split second the older woman was poised above her, ready to deliver the killing blow…but then Alyx came back to herself. In one fluid movement she sent Esmerelle sailing over her head and then flipped herself on top of her, her legs locking the other woman's arms securely to the ground a she pressed her dagger to her neck.

"Do it," Esmerelle wheezed, a macabre smile spreading across her face as blood filled her mouth, painting her lips crimson. "There are others ... they know your little secret…and one day so will everybody. I can die with the knowledge that justice…will be done…and when that day comes…when the queen knows all…that you will get…your just rewards…"

"I hope you enjoy the black city, Esmerelle. I hear it's nice this time of year."

"I'll be seeing you there soon enough…you and your bastard daughter…"

Alyx's face paled and then darkened in anger as the full extent of her words set in. As Esmerelle began to laugh it was all that Alyx could take. Without another word she plunged both her blades deep into Esmerelle's chest and with a sickening crunch, silenced her forever.

When it was done she could only stare down at Esmerelle's inert form as she tried to catch her breath. It was strange, seeing her in this light. With her face devoid of the puckered scowl it was almost as if she could see the young, attractive woman she might have once been, before life's bitterness had twisted her.

As for Alyx, she didn't know what to think or feel in that moment. She supposed she should be relieved, but too much had happened in the past few minutes for her mind to fully comprehend. So she just sat there and told herself to keep breathing in and out. Without really thinking about it her eyes searched out Nate's familiar form. Their gazes connected from across the room and then just like that, the fog lifted and she could think again.

But with clarity came a price...the sudden, breath-stealing vertigo that always ensued when reality suddenly came rushing back in. At a glance Alyx could see the fighting was over. The battle was won, but not all of her men had come out unscathed.

"Varel!" she gasped as she scrambled to her feet.

He was still where she'd left him, only now he was surrounded by his entire family, the youngest of which were openly weeping. No! Alyx silently cried as she stumbled across the room. When she drew closer she could see that Varel's head was propped in his wife's lap. The woman looked stricken but otherwise calm and dry-eyed as she silently brushed his hair back off his brow.

"Hold him," a familiar voice said, and it took a full moment for Alyx to realize that it was Anders speaking. "Brace yourself, Seneschal. This is going to hurt like hell."

Varel gasped as Anders quickly plucked the bolt from his shoulder and covered the wound with both hands, which glowed blue as he began the healing process.

"It's glancing, Commander," he said without looking at her as he continued to concentrate on his work. Alyx nodded once in understanding and then turned her attention to Varel.

"Is she dead?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes."

"Good," he replied with a nod of approval.

Alyx sighed and shot him an exasperated smile.

"Crazy, valiant old fool. What were you thinking?" she asked quietly.

Varel chuckled and then immediately winced in pain.

"Can't rightly say, Commander. When I saw that archer I just…knew what I had to do. I suppose you could say I acted out of instinct…and would do so again if it meant saving your life," he replied fervently.

"Varel—"

"I would. Remember? Blood to blood…"

"—my honor for yours," Alyx finished as she grasped his arm in a warrior's salute. "No more diving in front of arrows. That's an order," she added with mock severity.

"Don't worry, my Lady. After the tongue-lashing my girls are sure to give him, he won't be pulling a stunt like that again…here now! Stop your sniveling!" Varel's wife snapped as her attention turned to her two youngest, who were still crying despite Anders' insistence that their father was going to be fine. Alyx was still nonplussed by the woman's unshakable composure, but then she supposed with five daughters not much would ruffle her feathers. "Come now, love. Let's get you to bed," she added softly to her husband. Alyx and Anders stood and gave them room as the girls helped him to his feet and supported him as he slowly shuffled away.

"A few days of rest and he'll be right as rain," Anders slurred beside her.

Alyx's head whipped around at the strange tone of his voice and gasped when she saw the ugly gash across his temple. Nearly the entire right side of his face was caked with dried blood and his eyes looked glassy and unfocused. How hadn't she noticed until now? Without thinking she reached out to examine the wound but Anders violently recoiled from her touch.

"I'm fine," he snapped irritably, and then sighed when he saw the expression of hurt on her face that she couldn't quite hide, despite her best attempts. "It's nothing really. One of Esmerelle's men got the jump on me, only I don't think he meant to kill me, just render me unconscious. At least until the battle was over."

Alyx nodded once curtly and then fully looked him over before her eyes returned to his face. He was a mess, and she was pretty sure it wasn't completely due to the head wound.

"You should really take care of that. I can bring you up to speed tomorrow," she said.

"But what about—"

"Just go."

Anders straightened and nodded once before turning on his heel and stalking away. Alyx watched him go and sighed. She was really getting tired of the mage's childish petulance and was beginning to wonder if they would ever get past this…whatever this was.

"Everything alright?" Nate asked as he joined her.

"It will be," Alyx replied with a sad smile. And then his arms were wrapping around her and all she could do was lean into his warmth. Apart of her was aware of the stiffness in his body that warned her that all was not right, but she couldn't let herself think about it. Not yet anyway.

"Falcon!"

Alyx had a moment of confusion as she watched Elaina approach. Hadn't she just seen the woman leave with her family just a moment ago? Why would she be coming back unless…and that's when she remembered exactly what Esmerelle's plans had interrupted.

"Oh, Elaina…your wedding!" she breathed as she clasped both Elaina's hands in her own. "I don't know what to say except…I am so sorry!"

"Don't be ridiculous! You couldn't possibly have known what was going to happen. If anything we should be thanking you for keeping that vile woman from hurting anyone else. In fact that is exactly what I was coming to do."

"No oneshould have been injured in the first place. I should have—"

"Should have what, precisely? Father will heal and those responsible have paid for it. Beyond that, well, you did promise me a wedding day I would never forget," Elaina replied with a saucy wink and a smile.

"You are truly one of a kind, Elaina," Alyx replied, shaking her head in amazement.

"Funny. That is what my Thomas always says," Elaina said with a huge smile and wave as she said her good nights.

"These Fereldan's are stouter than I originally gave them credit for," Zevran said once he, Garavel, and the other wardens gathered around her. "I thought only Antivan's had the fortitude to witness such a blood bath and then go back to their revelries as if nothing ever happened. I am impressed…and somehow aroused. What?" he asked when Alyx simply crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

"How did this happen? How did we not know?" she asked him quietly, once again choosing to ignore his attempts at humor.

"Ah," Zevran said, his shoulders dropping at her words. "We knew they were planning something, but we did not think that they would move so quickly. I am sorry, Falcon. I have failed you."

"And the Crows with her?"

"Deserters most likely. To my knowledge the edict to refuse all contracts on the wardens still stands. No Crow wishing to maintain their standing in the order would accept such an offer, no matter how good the coin."

"I see," she replied, pursing her lips in thought. "Garavel?"

"All of Esmerelle's men are dead, save for one of the minor lords who surrendered early on. He has been taken into custody and is awaiting judgment at your leisure. Unfortunately, we have yet to ascertain how they were able to enter the Vigil in the first place."

"I think I might be able to answer that," Nate interjected. "There is a network of tunnels leading in and out of the keep known traditionally only by the Howe family. Grandfather had most of them closed up but I know of at least one that still remains passable. I think it's safe to assume father would have known of it too. He could have very easily passed this information to Esmerelle…though to what end, I'd rather not think about."

"That's how you did it," Alyx said as a knowing smile spreading across her face.

"Beg pardon?" Nate asked, confused.

"That night you were captured by the wardens…I read their reports. They couldn't figure out how you got past undetected. Now it all makes sense."

"Yes. Only I got cocky once I was in. Best mistake I ever made," he said with on his rare, lightning-quick smiles.

"Can you show me these passages?" Garavel asked.

"Yes of course. I'll even draw you a map."

"Thank you," Garavel said to Nate with a polite nod of his head before turning back to Alyx. "We may want to consider closing them altogether, Commander. As useful as they could be, I think they may prove to be too much of a security risk to leave be."

"I agree," she replied. "Thank you, Captain. That will be all."

"As you wish, Commander. And don't worry about the, err, mess. My men will take care of it," Garavel said with a curt bow before he too turned and left. As soon as he disappeared Alyx turned back to the others.

"Zevran, I want you in charge of interrogation. We need to know everything, and I mean everything that man knows," she said, and then took a quick glance around to make sure no one else was listening before continuing in a low voice. "Esmerelle eluded that there are still others…that they know about Jocelyn."

"She could be bluffing," Nate said.

"I hope so, but that is not something I'm willing to leave to chance."

"Understood, my dear warden. You can count on me," Zevran replied with a flowery bow.

"As for the rest of you…good work tonight. Dismissed," Alyx said, and then clasped Nate's arm before he could walk past her. "You are not dismissed," she said softly as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Good. I wasn't planning on going anywhere anyway. At least not until we've talked," he replied gruffly. "Come on. I'll walk you to your rooms."

Alyx shivered at his words. She couldn't help it, though he was obviously irritated and thus unlikely to be whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Without a word she took his arm and allowed him to guide her up the stairs and through the winding corridors of the keep. She hazarded a glance up at him only to see that his lips were thinned in a firm, straight line and his eyes snapped with barely contained anger. Beneath her fingertips his arm felt like steel. Angry? Strike that. Furious is more like, she corrected herself, and she was fairly certain she knew why. Yep. This is definitely not going to be a pleasant conversation.

The walk from the main hall to her bedchamber, though short, was spent in tense silence, leaving her on edge by the time they arrived. It was all Alyx could do not to jump out of her skin at the sound of the door clicking shut behind them.

Her room was dark save for a low fire smoldering in the hearth and the moonlight streaming through windows thrown open to the warm night air. Yet it was enough for her to see that Nate had stopped just inside the door, his back still turned to her as he braced an arm against the thick oaken frame. She knew by the ridged set of his shoulders that he was desperately trying to contain his temper.

"What were you thinking?" he asked in quiet fury.

"I think you already know the answer to that," she replied as she folded her hands demurely in front of her and notched her chin up a stubborn degree.

"Damn it Alyx!" he growled, slamming his fist against the door before turning to face her, eyes blazing with outrage. "You could have been killed! Would have been killed if it wasn't for Varel!"

"You don't know that. Not for sure."

"That's not the bloody point!" he bellowed and then abruptly started pacing in wide circles around the room.

Alyx couldn't help but admire his long, graceful strides despite the anger rolling off of him in waves. In moments like these he reminded her of a great black panther stalking its prey; all sinew and scarcely bridled strength. She'd seen the same beautiful fluidity of motion in the way he drew his bow in combat.

"The man had an arrow aimed at your heart. What was I supposed to do? Stand back and watch?" she asked, her own temper beginning to rise.

"If necessary, yes!"

"You can't really mean that," she gasped. She suddenly felt as if she'd just been punched in the gut.

Nate stopped pacing and glared at her from across the room.

"And why not? In the time since we renewed our acquaintance you've been poisoned, tortured and damn well near filleted alive. And then tonight…Maker Lex! How many times? How many times must I watch you cheat death?"

"We are wardens, Nathaniel. Danger is as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun," she replied.

"Don't you think I already know that?" he snapped as he closed the distance between them. They were practically nose to nose, and Alyx had to tilt her head back just to look at him. "I am not naïve enough to believe I could keep you out of harm's way, but neither can I afford to worry every time we go into battle that you're going to end up on the business end of a blade trying to protect me," he continued. When she didn't say anything Nate blew out a breath and ran both hands through his hair in frustration.

"Promise me, Lex. Promise me you'll never pull a stunt like that again."

"No."

"Alyx."

"I can't, Nate. I won't. I'll not make you a promise I know I'll never keep," she said as she turned away from him. I will not cry, she told herself as she felt the old, familiar fears begin to creep back into her heart. Suddenly her hands were trembling. "You don't know what you're asking. What it would cost me!" she cried in sudden panic. "You don't know what it's like. You might think you do but you don't! I-I can't go through that again! I can't lose someone else that I—"

"That you what, Alyx?" he asked softly.

Her mouth slammed shut as she realized what she had almost said. Perhaps she should tell him and just get it over with…but her tongue felt as if it had suddenly grown three times its normal size and her mouth seemed unable to do anything other than open and close like a codfish. Nate sighed and shot her and exasperated smile before enfolding her in his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Lex. I don't mean to be harsh. You just scared me is all," he mumured into her hair and then leaned back to search her expression. He gently ran the back of his knuckles along her jawline and then tilted her chin up with a calloused finger until grey eyes met blue. "There are many things in this world I am willing to live without. You are not one of them," he told her with quiet conviction.

Alyx's eyes went wide as his words sunk in and she suddenly found it very hard to breath. Nate kissed her gently on the forehead and then wrapped her once again in his arms. She clung to the material of his shirt and pressed her cheek against his chest as she snuggled into his warmth and soaked up the strength that always seemed to emanate from him. Countless emotions played havoc through her, but as she listened to the steady beat of his heart there was one that was clearer than all the rest.

"Stay," she heard herself say, and was surprised at how steady her voice was despite the jangling of her nerves.

Nate's head flew up in surprise, his nostrils delicately flaring as he searched her eyes in silent question. His expression was as indecipherable as it always was and suddenly she was afraid. What if he refused her? She didn't think she could bear it.

When he reached for the door handle behind her Alyx's heart plummeted all the way down to her toes…and then soared at the unmistakable sound of the tumblers falling into place.

Over the years Alyx would often replay the events of this night in her memories. After awhile some of the details would become a little hazy. She would eventually forget what color her dress had been, or what exact phrasing or action had prompted her to ask him to stay. But no matter how much time had passed she would always remember Nate's one-worded acceptance, whispered into her ear as he locked the door behind them.

"Always."

*Author's Note: Thank you everyone for the amazing responses to the last chapter and to those of you who continue to put this story on alert and favorites. I'm always surprised when I hear from new readers and I am so grateful for your feedback and continued interest! Next chapter will be an Oh so sweet reminder of why this story is rated M…or so I hope. I don't have much experience writing love scenes but I hope Alyx and Nate's will prove to be steamy yet tasteful. Thanks again, and please let me know what you think! Xoxo ~Prose

Muse Tunes: "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday;"Reaping Day" by James Newton Howard (Hunger Games OST); "Await the King's Justice" by Ramijn Djawadi (Game of Thrones OST); "You Can Not Defeat Me", "You Can't Have My Heart" and "You Failed Me Finn" by James Newton Howard (Snow White and the Huntsman OST); "Forrest Meets Forrest" by Alan Silvestri (Forrest Gump OST).