His sun-warmed skin, now grey and waxen, remained still and lifeless. Not even the gargoyles perched with the ravens along the roof of the Hall of a Hundred Hearths were so still and lifeless.
Sobs caught in her throat like moths in a spiderweb and she shut her eyes against the vision, tears breaking from her and spattering upon his face like spring storms. Abby cupped his face in her hands and lowered herself, breathing in the meager whisper of his soul.
“Mo réalta geal,” she whispered, breath puffing against his pale, plush mouth like she could breath his soul back into him, the precious thing he’d given her to keep her warm. Or, more than like, her own spirit, snaking through herself to fill his gaps and spaces where he had grown hollow. “My bright star… please don’t leave me. I cannot live without you. I love you too much to let you go.”
She sealed her vow with a kiss, mouth fitting against his perfectly, the gods making them to fit in each other’s gaps and spaces. She kissed him as deeply as she wished she could have in front of the realm, but nerves and shyness had drawn her back. Abby kissed him with all the breath in her body, all the warmth she held, with all the longing and ache.
The Princess and the Dragonknight Aegon Targaryen x Abrogail Strong
