Just Feel

21 March, 1361. South of Magdaline Castle, Islia

The rest of the journey north to join the court passed Camilla by in a blur of melancholy thoughts. She couldn't shake the sadness in her soul. As much as she tried not to think about Ned's demise, her mind kept drifting back and torturing her, trying to imagine what his last moments would have been like.

The thought of him venturing out to the creek and carefully filling his clothing with rocks, made her want to curl up into a ball and sob until her tears ran out. Had he been frightened facing death or had he been resigned to his fate? Maybe he had even approached it with acceptance in his heart?

Camilla fervently hoped Ned was now at peace and not stuck in some awful purgatory.