Late night thoughts

The lady lay there as the winter breeze beat against the window of her cottage, her son was sleeping in his room. The other side of the bed cold and she was reminded of the fact that she was indeed alone. When she was younger she had a small string of lovers in the beginning. It was a dance, a game. But the girl inside had hoped for her happily ever after in one of them. But the woman, the woman that she now became thoroughly doubted that there ever would be that ever after. The name Dagramir repeated in her mind over and over again. He was the first and if you forget your first then they likely aren't very memorable. Aellwenn young and in love. It seemed like a precious time, but there were the thoughts of grandeur and the hope of making her so-called 'nobility' an established name in a land so small in comparison to Rohan. It all seemed so silly now, but what was a girl to do? When all she had ever known was stripped from her before she could even blink. Dagramir seemed to be of a similar cloth so to speak at least in those early days. She remembered the nights walking the dimly lit streets of Bree with him or sitting on some bench. Crying her eyes out over some political drama she foolishly got herself into. Politics of her own making, Bree could care less about a lady of Rohan. Yet, she tried to make it care, to the point where it shook the very foundations of the town. How did the man put up with her? Did he still care? Could they share anything anymore? Time would tell. The feeling of his arms after so long, she could not gather if it was nostalgia or safety she felt. Was it worth searching for his affection after these four.. or was it five long years? She lost count and direction.