her head is full of screams ; not her own ... someone else’s. always someone else’s.
she is quiet, so quiet. the tonic given by the maester seems to only worsen it.
dragging her hands along the rough stone wall, feet finding the well - worn path she always takes to the river.
it smells of rain. she wishes to bathe before getting caught in it.
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eyes out to convince her father and the prince she was to wed that her gifts were no more.
while it worked for a time, the blindness only amplified her gifts —- driving her to near - madness. prone to fits, her gifts now uncontrollable. she is but a prisoner, not a prize.