Tears slip out of Winter’s closed eyes. First she sees, Arthur’s limp figure, and she remembers feeling heartless when she felt a part of her pull towards Kerian moments later when he’d treated her like a princess when she never felt more of a scoundrel. The way he’d looked when she defeated him when they fought. How he’d followed after her into the heart of danger just to apologize for something she was equally as guilty of. The sadness that crushed her so much she’d cried herself to sleep when she accepted Derek’s proposal, torn apart by the hope she still held out that she’d see his face again. The joy she felt when she met him in the forest the same place she’d wandered for years, hoping to see the same eyes that once looked at her in a way she didn’t understand.