"What was done to me on the Crag?"
In the dark old wood, Rowan's voice trembled. He was not hiding. He stood in the middle of where I had spent a thousand dawns, and the moonlight made him look boney. He appeared younger. His fists were empty and he lacked fighting confidence.
I emerged from the woods. I felt the Frostfang ring's icy, heavy weight through my glove. Getting past the lodge's guards was easy. They were after individuals trying to enter, not me trying to leave. "I stopped you from falling," I said.
"You *didn't* stop me." Moving forward, he gazed about in the dark with wide eyes. You made me feel. "Like I was nothing." His voice broke. "And your eyes, Aerys." They were silver.
The confirmation fell between us. He saw it before. The soul. The location. What my dad withheld
