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THE SIGHT IS ONE HE CANNOT FORGET. years had passed, only a young girl when he had been forced to leave westeros behind but he could recognize her anywhere. blood calls for blood and asher who this lady is; beaten and a woman now, the passage of time on both of them but she is alive. she is breathing and back home. just like they did; their home had suffered tragedies and had to be rebuilt, but by the Old Gods, he could almost cry at the sight of her. “Mira.” he calls, her name sweeter than honey as it had been so long since he called for her.
“Sister.” and his voice cracks under his tone, step by step as the lord of the ironrath cannot help but to sigh in relief. their family was as whole as it could be now. steel gaze looks before him, as if he cannot believe this is real, the guards around him trying to stop him, for they do not remember his young sister. foolish men who forget so easily. “the north remembers, gentlemen. have you forgotten the face of one of your own?” he speaks up then and he walks closer and closer, he reaches out but doesn’t touch, a hand ghosting over her neck and cheek. “is this a vision or you are here with me at last?” he should’ve looked for her harder than he did.
he is guilty of not coming sooner to westeros, let him be damned, they had hurt her and he did nothing.