Myrcella's POV
After the attack on the village, the castle came to a decision rather quickly. It wasn't safe anymore, not for the heroes, not after what they had seen, and definitely not after what they had gone through. So the order was given, firm and unquestioned, that they were to return to the castle.
There was no argument. There was no resistance. Everyone knew it was the right call.
Some of the heroes came back carrying visible injuries. There were scratches, bruises, bandages hastily wrapped around arms and legs, even though they were already healed. But those weren't the ones that worried me the most. What lingered far longer were the things you couldn't see. The distant looks in their eyes. The way their shoulders stayed tense even when they were finally safe. The way some of them flinched at sudden noises.
They weren't bleeding anymore, but something inside them had cracked.
