Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

damien was visibly moved at the sight of his niece; relmyna beheld the delight welling in the gaze that had moments before been stone-hard and dangerous. but his words, quiet, mentioning the brother that she knew had found his end, struck relmyna and excised the warmth from her own eyes. she stood before the dark prince, unable to cease her withdrawing.
some stone shifted within the woman, some small barrier that had thus far held back the weight of her grief, but no more. the earth received relmyna's stare as she fought for composure, but it was a tearstained countenance that she lifted to damien, and she could not halt the trembling of her ruined lips.
softly, relmyna shook her head — it was only euron and ramsay who could tell the returned brother what he wished to know, but that was only if they had been with her creator in the end. cicero, sheogorath — endlessly her heart pined for him, cut off at the apex of what they might have been in another iteration of this life.