FIC: The Vanishing
On that last visit, though, [Asha] had found Lady Alannys in a window seat huddled beneath a pile of furs, staring out across the sea. Is this my mother, or her ghost? she remembered thinking as she’d kissed her cheek. (A Feast for Crows)
POV Swap: This scene from Alannys Harlaw’s POV.
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