She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had been with Jack when he sang. If she had stood at his side when the fire burned. He would have remained with her, this much she knew. He would have remained bound to her by oath and choice and love, three cords not easily broken. Bane would still reign beyond the veil of the world, and the west would have remained shadowed. No, she told herself, shaking away her emotion. This is how it was always meant to be. And she couldn’t fault Jack for knowing it as well, and for leaving her asleep in their bed.
