Literature
By My Hands: Chapter 9
It took some time and many, many more tears, but Rook finally rose from her bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and found a sad, tear-stained woman looking back at her. She shook her head, walked to shower and for a while she let the hot water wash away her guilt and pain.
She then dressed and walked out into the hallway, briefly glancing in the direction of the stairway leading to Solas’s chambers. In a haze, she moved forward to where the desk stood and chairs were tossed to the side. Rook stared at the chairs blankly and didn’t bother righting them; instead, she went into the parlor. For a moment, she stood in front of the mantlepiece and looked at the many pictures of her family; she lovingly touched the one of her daughter, then picked up the one of Maran placed beside it. What would he say to her if he could see her now?
“You look so much like him. It’s uncanny,” Solas stated as he approached her from the other side of the room.
Rook startled, then
