@corlapidis​
When the news first reached Brienne she’d thought it was a fever dream. Septon Meribald had needed to assure her it was real several times over, relaying the information to her as he changed the bandages on her face. On hearing that her lady was alive, she’d wanted to ride for Riverrun immediately, but it was five torturous days before Septon Meribald allowed she might be strong enough to travel.Â
If her horse hadn’t needed to rest Brienne would scarcely have stopped on the way, though her wounds pained her throughout the whole journey. She’d expected danger behind every tree and bend in the road, but she’d made it to the castle without further difficulty. The men at the gates had been eventually consented to let her in, but she was made to give up her weapons and given an escort of two armed soldiers. They agreed to take her to Lady Catelyn, at least. That was what she wanted, more than food or rest or a warm fire.Â
Once she was standing outside Lady Catelyn’s bedchamber, though, she wasn’t sure what to do. All through her journey, she’d convinced herself that this was real, that she’d be able to see Lady Catelyn again. At no point had she considered what she would actually say. She hadn’t come all this way to stop here, though. She raised a hand, took a deep breath, and knocked.Â
