as if afraid that he wasn't real.
afraid he was just another nightmare, as the ones she'd been plagued with ever since he'd disappeared.
"how are you here?" the young woman questioned, her voice shaky and her dark eyes brimming with unshed tears. "i don't understand..."
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° if she'd any doubt in the truth in his words, in the claim he made β it was all but gone now.
it ( was ) him standing before her. the same boy she grew up with, now a man grown.
+
judging by her solemn incredulousness , it became exceedingly clear that his fathers lies had reached her ears , too . of course they had β¦ what better way to hammer the nail into the false coffin ? a sigh escaped him , then , Β»
freydis closed the distance between the two, eyes flicking down to the winter rose between his fingers β her favorite. he remembered.
"it truly ( is ) you..." she spoke softly, slowly reaching up to brush her thumb against his jaw, her touch just ( barely ) there.
+
"i..." freydis managed to speak, although she was forced to swallow thickly before continuing.
"is this a dream?" she asked. "do you truly stand before me?"
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° he looked different. his eyes looked tired, his frame lighter.
it had been years since she'd last been graced with alaric's presence β they'd been close as children. they'd roamed the snowy wood and huddled before a fire with stolen sweets in their younger days.
+
the sound of his own name leaving familiar lips was almost enough to make him shy away . of course , heβd heard it countless times before , but it was received differently this time .
only the gods knew how long it had been since Β»
when news of his death reached her in melrraki, freydis had mourned him. the poor girl had been left inconsolable.
and yet... here he was, stood before her in black, holding a flower between his fingers like a sacred oath between the two.
+
"is it you?" freydis asked gently, taking a step closer, her fingers flexing as she desperately attempted to keep herself in check β otherwise, she would've reached for him, and gods knew what would happen if freydis allowed herself to slip.
"alaric?"
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° the sound of his voice stole the breath from the young woman's lungs. she felt a bit faint, suddenly.
'my lady'.
it had never felt right coming from him. it was far too formal, too detached.
+
that glimmer of recognition was all he needed , eyes of blue - grey flicking towards either one of the guards as they seemed to exchange looks of uncertainty before inevitably heeding their ladyβs command . only then did alaric bring Β»
when the man before her lowered his head in a respectful bow, she couldn't help but follow his movement, unwilling to allow his face to hide from his gaze. not after having been deprived of those blue-grey eyes for so long.
+
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° freydis regarded the man knelt on one knee before her, and she rose from her seat, her eyes flicking towards the delicate flower held in his hand.
a memory surged in her mind at the sight β warmth. familiarity.
recognition.
+
β
meeting alone was important in itself as he approached the high lady @vulpesnivalis , only ever stopping once the guards deemed him close enough . then , wordless , he lowered to one knee and offered the flower out .
she may not Β»
β
+
it had been some time since she'd stepped foot in winterfell. she'd been a child the last time she had, no older than thirteen. but she recognized those eyes anywhere they went. how could she ever forget him?
+
+ " worry not. i shall do it myself, " she says, eyeing the drab bouquet in her hand with a grimace. " the thing is insulting. you might as well have been called a hag. "
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° " if what you've shown so far is genuine appreciation, then i fear you have much to learn. " freydis sighs dramatically, although she does not allow aregelle to rid them of the bouquet.
+
βare you implying i do not show genuine appreciation, my lady?β she asks, pretending to be aghast with a hand to her chest.
βwell, let me get rid of this sadness inducing bouquet then, yes?β
βοΈ ΰΌ.Β° she lifts her head, turning her nose up at her most beloved friend for a moment before huffing.
she'd never been able to pretend with aregelle.
" finally, " freydis scoffs gently. " a genuine offer of appreciation. see? was that so hard? " she teases.