#swordofmcrning

☼ GIVING UP THE NECKLACE HER MOTHER HAD GIFTED HER BEFORE LEAVING FOR KINGS LANDING HAD BEEN THE HARDEST PART. While Elia had already come to terms with potentially never seeing her again, to give away the last physical reminder she had of her had nearly broken her heart clean in two. But they'd no other way to pay for the crossing to Essos, particularly aboard a ship where no questions would be asked in spite of how clearly out of place they looked. 

Without his great sword, he could perhaps blend in, but she was another story, with her soft hands and delicate mannerisms. Even dressed down there was no way to hide that she was born of privilege and wealth and had scarcely worked a day in her life - not the kind of work known to the people of the fields or harbors. 

They truly had given up a great deal to be aboard this ship, and, despite the heart that ached for her family, Elia couldn't be more certain of her decision. Especially in these quiet moments, when nothing but moonlight and the flame of a nearby candle illuminated the pull of his brow as he stared out into the inky swell of the waves as if there were anything but darkness to see.