Eye's Closed
“How long do you need?” Lannister said.
Ten minutes had passed since they arrived in the lonesome field of flowers, a small respite atop the mountain. A sheer drop was on one side, and a rugged climb on the other.
“I don’t know. I got hit pretty bad. It still hurts.” Lara weakly moaned, trying to hide her pain.
“Alright just let me know.” He smiled, and began to trace his fingers across the flower petals and watch bees hopping between them. Lannister didn’t mind the detour. They needed to wait a few days before returning to the mirror reality anyway, so he began doing what he enjoyed the most—marveling at the world and the riches it offered.
Estra quietly watched him, unwilling to break the silence. She sat amidst the flowers and hoped they would forget about her, but that was just a desperate, hopeless, maddened wish. Yet it was one she clung onto as she watched how carefree Lannister was.