Bard and Miriana got on very well, growing fond of each other remarkably quickly. Miriana giggled nervously at being flirted at by such a mature and good-looking man. But she grew used to it.
Bard had a significant birthday coming up and didn’t want to waste any more time.
Miriana accepted. They got married at the barracks.
It reminded Arya and Til of their wedding.
Miriana’s brother, of course, was also about to get married. It was a more traditional affair,
watched by Miriana herself, and her own and Hivera’s parents.
Hivera’s mother left early but Hivera asked her father to stay behind after everyone else had left. She told him she had something to tell him:
that she’d found his son, that she had spoken to her long-lost brother.
Winter didn’t believe her at first – thought she was jesting rather cruelly.
But she was in earnest, persuading him that yes, it was the right boy.
As it dawned on him, he was close to tears.
“I can bring him to meet you and mother.” Winter thought of the look on Elle’s face. He had no words to describe his joy.