#ofsecondsons

❝  if you  h u r t  my brother, I’LL KILL YOU.                                                                           I S W E A R i’ll kill you all.  ❞

Men, women, and children alike all danced and ate in celebration for the King in the North’s wedding to Mira Forrester, a name that slightly stung in Gwyn’s complicated history with the family. While none of House Whitehill was in attendance, as now the Lady of House Lake, she was all but required to be there. The only comfort she found is that she would have to retire early with her younger daughters, the older two who were running about with other children, and her infant wriggling in her arms. She made small talk with some other ladies and drank wine and plastered a smile on her face, but this night, and for so long before, it was all simply for show.

At the loud drop of a mug just behind her, little Rosie began to wail, and Gwyn quickly excused herself, slightly thankful for the escape, but not all too happy that her baby was frightened, even if by accident. Gwyn managed to find a quieter place outside one of the entrances, dark as well which made it easy for her to soothe and rock her young daughter. “Shhh, shh, little Rosie.” She murmured, humming as she swayed the baby, who quickly calmed. Gwyn gave a sigh of relief, enjoying the moment of peace, before she looked up and saw the shadow of a man that made her jump ever so slightly, luckily not enough to startle the little one she held. She squinted her eyes, still adjusting to the change in light, and her heart quickly sank into her stomach. Her face grew hot, tears pricked at her eyes. She almost didn’t want to say it out loud for fear it was a mistake, but she knew in her soul it wasn’t. “Asher? Is that you?”