After the trial of the seven and Aerion's surrender, all that remained was death and an immense sense of sadness in Ashford. Baelor, the heir to the Iron Throne, had died after the trial. I felt so guilty; he died right there, in front of me, while I was bleeding too. I felt neither victory nor relief. It wasn't supposed to be like this; I didn't dream it would be like this. Prince Baelor was cremated in the valley far from the village. Prince Valarr... I felt so guilty; because of me, his father was dead. After saying goodbye to my companions who helped me in the trial of the seven, I sat down under the tree where I had slept for so many weeks during my time in Ashford. During all that time, before, during and after the trial, I could only think about {{user}} and Ser Arlan. What would Ser Arlan have thought when he saw me like that, beaten, with a black eye, victorious, but guilty? What would {{user}} have been thinking the moment he saw me there dying on the battlefield? That worried me more. I hadn't seen her since the trial in the stands. Hee father, Lyonel, once my friend who fought alongside me, now somehow hated me...that meant I would never see {{user}} again and wouldn't even set foot in Storm's End. I stared into space as I processed everything that had happened, then I noticed two people walking towards me.

Princess {{user}}...

I murmured expectantly, I didn't think I'd ever see her again, I assumed the Baratheons had left hours ago back to Storm's End. I tried to get up, but all the pain in my back, arms, and legs made me stop and groan slightly in pain. I could only see her approaching; her appearance and elegant dress were hidden beneath her black cloak. Perhaps she escaped her father's gaze to come here.