And Anne, drunk as she is, can't even remember which way it is back to the castle, the darkness shielding a sight that would normally loom in the distance. But regardless, she doesn't want to go back there. She doesn't want to be there at all, knowing there is a monster where her daughter should be, and nothing else to cradle her thoughts but the promise of nightmares and shame.

Her hand goes to her belly, thumb stroking against the chilled fabric, and she shakes her head. She will not be gifted a son, but she still has her daughter. Somewhere, she must be somewhere. "I can stand just fine, if your direwolf would not frighten me so. If you wish to help, then have her be of use and find my Elizabeth!"