Kingdom of Ash

She didn’t bother arguing. Not as she
admitted, “I want it to be over.”
He went wholly still, but granted her the
space to think, to speak.
“I want it to be over and done with,” she
said hoarsely. “This war, the gods and the
Wyrdgate and the Lock. All of it.” She rubbed
her temples, pushing past the weight, the
lingering stain that no fire might cleanse. “I
want to go to Terrasen, to fight, and then I
want it to be over.”
She’d wanted it to be over since she’d
learned the true cost of forging the Lock
anew. Had wanted it to be over with each of
Cairn’s lashes on the beach in Eyllwe. And all
he’d done to her afterward. Whatever it might
bring about, however it might end, she wanted
it to be over.
She didn’t know who and what it made her.
Rowan remained silent for a long moment