Dawn Treader Valley Να πνίξεις όλα όσα οι άλλοι λεν μες τη σιωπή

The valley was beautiful.

Andromache picked through the tall vibrant grasses for a time, finding flowers here and there which she tucked into her fur. For a moment she felt like a girl again; not a princess nor a demigod but a girl like any other, alone and afraid and overwhelmed with so much ahead of her. She sat beneath a wide tree and hummed to herself.

The night before the fall of Myros, her mother had visited her. Unannounced; she'd known immediately that something was wrong, for her mother was always very deliberate. Not that night. She'd come in haste, to warn them.

And for what?

For her. For this. She began to pick the flowers from her fur, feeling foolish. She could not waste her father's sacrifice on girlish whims. Andromache stood and straightened her fur, and set off in search of @Faustus.

There was a queendom to be built, and a man-child to be pacified, and so much work to be done for it all.