[ she hesitates only a second before turning around and facing Rosalind, her confused expression turning into surprise, then soft delight. she takes a step closer, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards into a smile before she halts — ]
Mother, forgive me, I lost Father. I tried my best, I really did, but I couldn't —
[ — couldn't follow him, she thinks, couldn't save him. she has failed him twice, now, and she hopes not to see judgement in her mother's eyes.
(in her mind, Rosalind's red hair is the same as Catelyn Stark's, and right this moment, she is convinced she is speaking to her mother.) ]
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Mother, forgive me, I lost Father. I tried my best, I really did, but I couldn't —
[ — couldn't follow him, she thinks, couldn't save him. she has failed him twice, now, and she hopes not to see judgement in her mother's eyes.
(in her mind, Rosalind's red hair is the same as Catelyn Stark's, and right this moment, she is convinced she is speaking to her mother.) ]