The Lady rose from her bed at dawn the birds of early Spring chirping outside her window. She groggily put her robe on to cover herself. Then peered over at the sleeping form that was keeping her warm throughout the night. Lycaon was a new face in her life and she couldn't even begin to predict what the future held for both of them. Why did she give herself to him? Could he really bear his heart and soul to her? Or was this just another dance? On the surface, he seemed kind, gentle, mild-mannered, and fun-loving. Is there more to him than meets the eye? Or were her notions correct?
She gently shut her bedroom door behind her and went to sit on the chair near her son's bed. The boy was so quiet when he was sleeping and it was in these small hours of the morning she relished the opportunity to let her mind drift. Freawine was the one gift that her husband left for her, it would appear to her that fate bound her to the Lords of the South. Her late husband a Gondorian and a man of exile they both had that in common. Where the unjust prevailed over them and life forced the duo into Eriador and in Eriador their paths would eventually cross. The Lady continued to peer down at her sleeping boy, musing quietly, "Can I offer you what you deserve?"
Freawine's sleeping form did not move and she was better off for it. She never wanted to show weakness in front of her boy, he would know both the fire of the Rohirrim and the grace of the South. Brigwald's voice suddenly entered her mind "Oh how the mighty have fallen." There always would be those that would mock her. Now she lived a life that was her own wearing a veil that only a select few could lift or see past. What was her value? Who truly loved her anymore? All these thoughts would be kept locked away in her soul. It appeared to her that in the moments, her world stands still, she is faced with herself, followed by the wishes and desires of what could be. Regrets often seeped into her mind during these times too.
Did she make the right choice? Was it better to stay away from Bree? She had a history in that town, sometimes she longed to feel the thrill in her veins again of turning the city on its head. However, motherhood forced her to become more responsible, or so she told herself. What would time make of her? The whispers on the air of Dagramir, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. He was the first man that ever wrapped her around his finger. She promised herself after that endeavor, that she'd never give herself away to anyone but a husband. And a husband she did find after Audun's charm had left her high and dry. Raymond gave her happiness he understood what it felt like to be cast out from your people. They were two souls that somehow survived impossible odds. At least until his lust for glory and 'rewards' gave him an untimely end.
She grazed her boy's cheek and kissed his forehead. "I love you. He's looking down on us right now. He'd be proud." Life would move ever on and she'd be part of it's game.
