As the castle rose up on the horizon before them and the Valys escort closed around their party, Garnett quelled, the exhiliration of the race long past. The temptation to turn her horse about and flee at a dead run gripped her so tightly her hands trembled on the reins. Every step, her mind whispered: Run! Leave!
It's just a building,you foolish child, she scolded herself, attempting to keep terror from her face, but the blood had drained from her skin and the strain about her eyes and lips betrayed her. For her entire stay in Valys, she'd been confined to these grounds, every inch of them containing memories that had never left her.
The escort led them through the gates, footmen swarming to help the ladies dismount, many of whom, including Garnett, had remained astride for the rest of the ride. The flurry of servants and guards fell into a distant hum as her head tilted back, jade eyes lifting to find the ramparts in the deepening night. Torches burned, and she craned her neck to see them at the top. It took all her determination not to whimper, the black stones seeming as though they longed to crush her, dreams swarming her memories.
Remembered terror accompanied her own, that horrible shuddering tearing fear that he had never conquered, the one that sent him tumbling to his knees, the secret one that only she ever knew. If he could face that day after day, you can do this. But all she wanted to do was collapse on the back of her horse and let it carry her away, let it run until it collapsed and crushed her in its fall.
Somehow, numbly, she made it down from her horse and walked blindly into the castle. As she had in the first years that followed, she fled herself, the part she regarded as Garnett simply fading to oblivion, sweet senseless oblivion, while the outward part, formly Lady Wenfrith, now Queen Mother went through the proper motions. Engrained enough to be flawless, she managed to have Maeryn reassigned to the quarters prepared for herself, knowing her daughter could not bear the crowding of the women's wing, and the Queen Mother refused to inhabit the royal floor.
It seemed to cause quite a stir that the Queen Mother would take an apartment on a lower floor, and the servants bustled to make it suitable only to have her snap at them. She simply wanted a place to rest alone. Sending Sapphine to terrorize the woman's wing, she glided to the quarters she had demanded, her eyes as chilled as her skinn.
"Leave my things outside for the morrow," she demanded, her sudden slam of her door nearly taking off the servant's nose. With the latch driven home, she finally collapsed on the bed, unable to stay the violent grief that rose in her.
"Uhtred.." She pleaded, as if by calling his name, he would suddenly appear. Pouring green eyes lifted uncertainly from her pillow as she whispered it again, begging for him, but the room was empty, the only sound the crackle of the fire on the hearth and her own breathing. He's not here. No matter how many corners she looked around or how long she'd fought to bring his son back to the castle, he was gone, and she was alone.