At one point, the Forrester girl had sung to him. Worth. Kindness. Relief. An intermingling mix of hope and trust that had given Robb the strength to continue. That there was a better world beyond playing the games of kings and queens with low-borns as pawns. It was faith. Though he never managed to say it to her face, he wanted to express the words that sprung from his mind. /Thank you./
Though he had never spoken the words, she still found pride in the way she had sung for him – she had tried to offer hope when there was little. Faith was everything, for without it all was lost.
There was more to life than war and death and cruelty – there was also laughter and kindness and perhaps most importantly… Hope.
Had she had the chance to see the young king again she would have done the very same thing – such feelings and things were so rare in a world such as theirs and it had been the least she could do to bring a smile to his face.
