She stood at the doorway, white flowing hair messy from the wind, and a face that carried a resemblance to Atheline's, Lady Arthena.
She had come unannounced catching the three off guard. Her eyes were filled with panic and fear, unlike those of the others, and her hands trembled despite her acting.
"I do not care about your accords, " she continued voice tight," or your rituals, or your balance of power..."
She turned her gaze to the quiet king, her desperation written all over her face.
"I want my son home with me."
Silence ensued because none of them could argue with her.
Atheline's father stepped towards her slightly but she stepped back avoiding him.
"... he's alive," he said softly.
"I heard you!" She snapped at him, "Alive does not mean he's safe."
Her voice slightly broke at the thought.
"And now she says she'll marry him," she continued," without his consent? Without ours?"
Her blunt nails dug into her palm.
"That is not a union, it is a claim."
