sofina:
Sofina wasnât quite sure just how long they stayed in that study, it felt like days, her hand gripping tightly onto the dagger Cedric had gifted her for so long she could hardly move her fingers without feeling the aching reminder of what had happened in the palms of her hands. But then, it was over. Done with. She wasnât sure to what end, who was lost that night, but all she knew was she wanted to see her husband. Although the fighting was over, he had not returned, and she was forced to retire to her old chambers to lay awake for the few hours that were left before morning came. She could practically feel the weight of exhaustion on her, but even if she could will herself to sleep, she refused to until she knew her husband was okay. Â
When her maidservants entered to wake and dress her for the morning, she only feigned sleep, quickly jumping out of bed and hurrying them along so she could find out where Dastan was. When they mentioned he had only just returned, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief, and quickly left the room to seek him out. She noticed the door was closed and decided knocking would be more polite. When he called for her to enter, however, she quickly did so in earnest, closing the door behind her before striding over to him. The sob that had been sitting in the back of her throat finally releasing as she checked over him, hands shakily maneuvering over his chest, down his arms, before taking his hands. âGods, are you hurt?!â She questioned, finally throwing her arms around his neck. âI thought I might lose you. What happened out there?â
A breath of relief was quick to escape his lips. His men had assured him that Sofina was well and safe but actually seeing her with his own eyes finally calmed the concern heâd felt for her all through the violent night. He didnât stand in ceremony, all thought of polite propriety out of his mind, and he tossed the cloth aside, moving towards his wife. âIâm not hurt,â he reassured her, taking her hands in his for a moment to kiss her knuckles. âIâm alright, Sofina,â he said before she held him close and he reacted in near perfect synchrony, wrapping his arms around her.
Thank the Gods she had remained safe. âIâm sorry I left you,â he spoke in a low tone, a hand moving up to cradle the back of her head, holding her closer to him. The lord had wanted to be by her side, reassure her in the midst of the uncertain chaos, protect him himself⊠but heâd been needed outside; protecting his family âall his familyâ in the way he knew how, standing by his brothers in arms and working to contain the rioters. âYou wonât lose me. I refuse to leave you a widow so soon,â he whispered, tightening his embrace. Such a fate wasnât for him to decide, but by the Gods, heâd fight to keep his wedding vows for as long as he could. âIt was a riot. A large group protesting against the alliance between Dorne and the Reach. It escalated fast- some of the people refused to listen to reason, they wanted to prove their point by shedding bloodâŠâ he told her, slowly pulling away to look at her but refusing to let go entirely.





















