Hearts of Home

Rociwyn studied the horizon. Endless grasslands, rolling hills, distant purple mountains – as it always had been, as it always would be. It's what they'd fought for, died for - to keep it the same.

Yet, she'd changed. She'd returned without her heart. Had she one before? She'd not known how empty and numb she'd been. She'd felt the strength of it for the first time when she bathed his sweated forehead, smoothed back dark battle-grimed locks and he opened sparkling grey eyes.

He'd ridden away beside his Captain; she'd come home to face whatever the future might hold on her own stead.