Emilya's eyes remained downwards, focusing on the heat of the flames that danced about in the pit of her chambers. After everything that she had gone through, she believed she should not have to plead her story for the family that supposedly mourned her. Her cousin stood in the room with her, but she did not feel as if she was in the company of family. Sure, he had not thought anything of it when her brother had said he was searching for her. Why would he? She was as much a Dayne as he, and that meant that he had a duty to protect her, as much as she did him.  But she could not help feel the pain, the betrayal, that no one else went looking for her.

"What more do you want me to say, cousin?" The words are quiet, she no longer had the energy to fight. No longer had the energy to be angry. She was sad: she was so unbearably sad. The damage that had been done to her soul could not be undone, no matter what amount of revenge or love she received. "I have lost everything, Ned. Everything. I lost my family, my name, my freedom. I lost my son. I..." Her voice becomes shaky as the tears well in her eyes. "I am so sad, Ned... I am so terribly sad. I am angry, but it is just a cover-up for this sorrow that has settled in my heart from the moment I saw him telling those men to take me away... I just wanted to protect him, and what did it get me? The whole world believed me dead or to be the salt wife of some foul Ironbron... After everything I have been through - the story, I will not be quiet about it. What future in Dorne do you think I will have once this is done? I could not have a husband after everything that has happened - no man in his right mind would have me. And I fear I cannot have any more children..." And that's what she longed for really: motherhood.

"Would have been better if I had died as they all said. Would have been better..."

She was thinking too much, and thinking too much in these dark times could bring on an extra weight of burden that could have otherwise been avoided. Right now, it was imperative everyone stayed sharp and harbored some sort of clarity, even if that posed a near impossible challenge. “I suppose it’s more of doing what you can with the time you have, and whether it is right or wrong, depends solely how you want to be remembered.” His idea of what had been right had been terribly skewed after all, and had lead to a long list of wrong-doings that many believed he could never come back from.