❝ I will stay with you in case your nightmares return. ❞ 

❝     WELL  ,  LOOK  WHO’S  also  here  for  the  holidays  .  .  .  Did  your  parents  finally  admit  they  don’t  like  you  ??     ❞     The  blonde  joked  ,  half  a  smile  on  her  face  .  She  was  seated  under  one  of  the  trees  outside  the  school  ,  a  potions  book  in  her  lap  when  Theseus  walked  by  .

❝ you will stay  –––––   ❞  dark consume the green of an ardent stare,  stern ,  fixed on his moving frame. infuriation is apparent, such, making for a dangerous display of emotion. they are acting like children, seemingly incapable of pretences.  ❝  your queen has not yet dismissed you, my lord. ❞ 

       she was NERVOUS. pathetic, really, but being around this new --- and not exactly improved --- version of theseus did that to her. it was a little frustrating, considering that back when they were friends, he was one of her very favorite people in the world, the one she could be a hundred percent herself with. who liked her for who she was. and now...

      HOWEVER, rosalie decided not to let that upset her anymore. he was changed. she needed to get over it and get used to him. the fact remained: SHE DID WANT HIM AROUND. and perhaps, the feeling could be mutual. he did invite her to dinner to catch up, didn’t he? so maybe, she culd use that opportunity to learn what had happened to him over the years. what had changed him so much. could it have been JUST the war? not that it wasn’t a big thing --- rosalie lost both her brothers to the war.

      but theseus was a fighter, he had always BEEN one. his brother was alive, so he didn’t lose anyone. or, maybe, he just didn’t lose him. upon arriving at his doorstep, rosalie pushed those thoughts away and focused on what was coming. she knocked three times and took a deep breath.

               ‘    you’ve proven to be a   INVALUABLE   piece in our campaign.    your  skill  in even a tourney is telling enough.    how lucky we must be you’ve placed your cause with renly. ’

❝   you wouldn’t dare. ❞

                 ❝ husband, ❞  the title remains foreign to her cordial tongue, uttered only when hard-earned attention was sought. her steps towards him are light, soundless in their endeavor not make unnecessary noise in this, the dead of night.  ❝                 it’s very late.  should you not be asleep?  i’m concerned about you,  you must rest, and i dare say, you hardly ever do.❞