I Forgot to Remember To Forget || Willas & Minisa
Minisa never slept soundly when she was dreaming. At this point, it was hardly even like dreaming because more often than not, she knew when she was dreaming. It was like living a second life when she was asleep.
She was home. Winterfell home, and it felt like home. It hadn't felt like home in so long. (But it was a dream, sometimes her hopes came true in dreams. When they were being nice.) Ros was there with her, and Winter and Grace. They were playing out in the courtyard, throwing a ball between the two as the dire wolves went between wrestling and trying to steal the ball. It was amusing to watch them bounce around the way that they did.
But Winter stopped and turned towards the gates of the Winterfell, growing and crouching as if to pounds. Minisa followed her gaze and almost fell over.Â
Jojen Reed.
She wanted to run to him, but her feel were stuck to the ground. She could already feel the tears running down her face. Ros looked between Jojen and Minisa a few times.
Behind him, water raged outside of Winterfell's walls, crashing into the stone walls over and over again.
Winter ran from her spot, pushing Minisa over and throwing her onto her back before running into the castle. Up the stairs she ran, to the roof of the highest tower. When they were back outside, the water had rushed over the walls, knocking most of them over.
All Minisa could see was Jojen Reed on top of the tower. Winter howled, but didn't seem to notice him.
He lifted an arm and pointed past her. She followed his finger and gasped.
"Ros!" she screamed, leaning over the edge of the tower. Her sister--her baby sister--thrashed in the water, but it was winning, and she was being pulled under.
"The wolf can't swim," she heard Jojen say from behind her. She turned to face him, tears streaming down her face. She jumped toward him, but passed right through him, and over the edge of the tower-----
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She awoke in a cold sweat, and Winter perked up beside her in the bed before nuzzling against her side. She wiped her face dry and sniffled, before crawling out of bed. She grabbed her cane and told Winter to stay--she just needed to walk around a bit.
The hall was dark, with just a candle or so every so often to light her way. Absentmindedly, she wondered the castle, eventually finding her way to the kitchen. Perhaps something there would help her sleep. Doubtful. She thought bitterly.
She pushed open the door, and found the kitchen dark, with just a servant sitting in the corner. One of the night staff, she assumed. She wondered if he slept during the day.
"Oh, my lady--" he stutered, jumping up and putting his book on the counter.
"Just a glass of wine, please, and some time alone."
He nodded, and grabbed a goblet and a pitcher. He placed it on the table in the middle of the kitchen and poured a glass before bowing his head and leaving the kitchen. She pulled up a stool and sat down, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted sweet, but she had thought as much. It was Reach wine after all.Â
