"A lady walks gracefully, A lady does not scream or shout, she is patient and waits for the appropriate time to act." These words resounded in her mind as she awoke at dawn. Was she still the Lady that Rohan molded her to be? Did she ever meet such a standard? Those words in her mind once came from the lips of her own Mother. While Shield-Maidens were not necessarily forbidden in the land of her ancestors a Highborn's daughter was expected to embrace a specific type of femineity. If she were to raise a sword against anyone, it would be because of the cowardice of those that served her, it would be the last resort. The Lady rolled over and looking at the other side of the bed that lies dormant. She couldn't have him in the house, no, not in the evenings. There still remained that lingering propriety in which spoke to the aristocrat underneath. There was a child under her roof and not just any child. Her child. Her lips twisted into a frown, the birds were once again chirping outside her window sill. But her soul could not sing with them, it was fragile, it was breaking. The Lady came to realize, that this was a season of questioning everything that she is. The game never stopped, in, fact, it continued to be played even in the rustic hills of Bree-land.
After this understanding, another voice came to the vast chambers of her mind."Little sister, you have the potential to do anything that needs to be done. I believe you will find it when your hope has become thin. I followed you to these lands, not because, I wanted to mark new territory and stake new claims. I came because I would not let you fall. I promised don't you remember? I'm here to protect you." Aldway held to that promise until the very end. The Lady found it difficult, to understand why others loved her so deeply. Perhaps one day, she would come to terms with it, but it would not be today. She would continue to smile if only to hide the vulnerabilities that currently creep behind her. She was beautifully, gloriously, fragile. This was the truth. She rose from her bed and dressed for the new day. Putting on her family's signet ring one of the few small treasures she took with her from her fatherland. It was time to wake her boy and make him breakfast. These phantoms would simply have to haunt her later. It is said that a man works from sun to sun, but a woman's work is never done. She was not exempt from this.
