Jason's eyes felt heavy and his body even heavier as he slowly walked through the garden. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword as has his fingers drummed against the grip. The young guard had not slept more than a few hours since they had arrived and even his appetite had quickly faded to barely a piece of bread and a sip of water. His heart felt warm with the thought of Brienna, but it also felt heavy from the ambush. He shook his head and came to a stop next to a bed of roses. He held the left side of his head with his hand, but frowned as a foul scent hit his nose. He knew the smell and held out his hands to inspect them. They were still slightly bruised, but were clean of any mess. Sadly though Jason could swear he still smelled the stench of copper float from his hands. Jasons hands began to slightly tremble as memories of the battle drifted through his mind. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into a fist with frustration. 

The memories of death were now his nightmares, the smell of blood lingered on the food he touched and made him to sick to continue eating. he had been silent with his fellow guards and only spoke when it was required. He would even miss chances to spend time with Brienna as he slowly suffered from his awful thoughts. His mind was filled with utter hell, but only a single light shined bright within his mind. His angel kept him from insanity. The memory of their lips connecting and the passion they felt kept him from losing touch with himself. Though now, as he stood over the red roses his vision seemed to pull tricks on him as he blinked. Once he opened his eyes he saw blood caking his hands as a dagger rested in his right hand. He stared with a blank look and glanced down past his bloodied hands to see the bandit leader lying motionless within the bed of roses. His eyes were dull and stared into nothingness, but in a flash his eyes snapped up towards Jason and a wicked smile crawled onto his face. Jason stared at the vision, knowing it was fake seeing as how he's been suffering from similar visions since their fist night here. 

Thankfully as he blinked again his original world returned and he lowered his hands down, resting his right hand on his swords hilt. He took a deep breathe and looked up towards the blue sky with a few white clouds and a flock of birds. He wanted to savor the view for as long as possible, for he knew the visions would return. He enjoyed his quite peace. 

[@Wick]