For the Fluffbruary prompt 8 "road".
So many paths, so many roads not taken, forever winding, fading into a distant past. Where would they have taken her? To more grief, tears, and heartbreak? Death and pain? Adventure? Power? Undying fame? To a different kind of happiness? Of love? From the mist of memory, they beckon with a thousand what ifs, some with silent regret, others with a good pinch of guilt. What if she had chosen differently? Done things differently? Lived and loved differently?
But she has not. And, in her bard's arms, all is well. It is where she belongs. The best of all roads.