imagine being Lady Patience and losing nearly every person that you loved to the Farseer Throne in some way.
imagine being Lady Patience and being mocked for your hobbies, and then mocked for your infertility and then further mocked for an indiscretion that had nothing to do with you.
imagine being Lady Patience and begging your husband that you will love the boy no matter what if he would just bring him home to you.
imagine being Lady Patience and realizing that your son has been deprived of his education and birthright.
imagine being Lady Patience and they've killed your boy. your Tom. the beat him and murdered him and no one will give you a reason that makes any sense to you.
imagine being Lady Patience and the only thing you can do for him now is make sure he's clean and unscathed for his burial. at least you're allowed to see his body.
imagine being Lady Patience and realizing that all of the men in your life have been and still are lying to you constantly.
imagine being Lady Patience and taking control of a court that never respected you and selling every item of monetary value to fund a war effort that the man who killed your boy and the man who abandoned him for a fairy quest should be leading.
imagine being Lady Patience and having to educate and support a puppet placed at Buckkeep by your son's murderer. you never even consider hurting one of Regal's boys the way he hurt your only boy. you're better than that.
imagine being Lady Patience and your boy comes home. they all lied to you. again. he's been alive this whole time. years that you wished you could have had with him, stolen for silly reasons. why didn't they tell you? why didn't he trust you? doesn't he know how much you love him?
imagine being Lady Patience and despite everything, you make a home for him and his. Withywoods becomes the estate it should have always been, filled with friends and children and grandchildren.
imagine being Lady Patience and time has taken your Lacey from you. as it does with everything and eveyone you cherish.
imagine being Lady Patience and everyone still treats you like an odd and idle little girl. the workers in the gardens and orchards never heed your advice. when will people allow that you actually know a thing or two?
imagine being Lady Patience and he's come home! some tiny part of you always knew he would. you always hoped that's why you never saw the body. like father, like son, one last Farseer deception. you don't care. your Chivalry, your Tom, a family that loves you, all together in Withywoods. a dream so painful that you'd long abandoned to hope for it, and now it's here. you drop the branches. you want more than anything to gather your silly men in your arms, together as the three of you should have always been.
imagine being Lady Patience. your mother named you well.
