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TWENTY-SEVEN -- FOR YOU, I WOULD CROSS THE LINE
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109 AC, KING'S LANDING.
Morrigan is standing in a spot of sunshine, watching as Deran is chasing a butterfly through the small maze of hedges in gardens, Rodrik a few feet away, watching her in silence in return and she's trying to figure out when in her childhood had been the last time she'd ever chased a butterfly- can't even really remember any of it in the first place but she remembers watching her little sisters doing so and having a sort of warm, fond feeling at the sight as if eliciting an old memory buried deep within her chest she cannot access anymore.
She's given up trying to dig up the memory she may or may not have made once minutes ago, instead focusing on her son as he jumps a little, a grin on his face. She doesn't want to think about how long it might still be there. She doesn't want to think about the dark storm growing and growing in her heart for days now, the knowledge she's trying so hard to ignore like something about to break and wreak havoc.
And most of all- it's better than having the conversation she knows Rodrik is itching to have. The one she isn't ready for. And so- she watches her son chase a small group of butterflies for fun.
She'd come home so late in the night, she'd known it had long passed into the next day, only a few hours off dawn- still, she'd been back long before Edmyn- giving her only a handful of hours of sleep at best and today, Morrigan feels like she's been run over by a procession of carriages. She feels like she's drunken herself into oblivion the previous day. There's an incessant headache at her temple and at times, the world around her is just a little too bright and the nausea from the ship and from flying is back with a vengeance.
She's tried her best, but she knows she doesn't look her best- not by a long shot.
Which is why Rodrik keeps looking at her like that. The same way he'd been looking at her the entire journey to and from Storm's End on the ship and she knows that today, her time for evading him and keeping answers from her guard is over.
