She sat onto the edge of the bed and pulled the dust covered long boots from her feet with the last drop of her strength. It had been a long journey after the long lost son of a death man, riding all the way from Rivendell to forsaken inn then to weather top in haste. She sighed softly and strained herself not to snuggle down before taking a bath. She effetely stood up and stepped on the cold, stone piled floor with bare feet while her slim fingers clumsily unlacing her dress.
She didn’t complain about her weariness and accepted as a gift. A gift which would make her sleep without dreams… without nightmares she has been struggling since Daeliths’ death. Reiven closed her eyes as the warm water relieves her aching muscles and rested her head on the side of the tub. Just to have this single moment of peace she had to train with sword everyday to drain her physical strength.
