Ash looked at Violet in utter horror.
"Violet, you're crying blood…" his voice trembled with concern and worry.
Everything was going wrong. His daughter had been kidnapped, his gentle queen became a raging, bloodthirsty, lunatic capable of slaughtering an entire town, and now she's crying blood.
Ash's life had turned upside down in under 8hrs.
His heart ached for his missing daughter and broken wife.
"We'll talk with Arya about the tears. Until then let's keep this between us."
Ash pulled Violet in hugging her with fierce protectiveness, the hot shower beat down on them, tears leaving blood-streaked stains on her cheeks. The color orange was washing down the drain. Ash held her head against his hot chest, rubbing Violet's head tenderly. They stood together in a deep saddening silence, while Violet's shoulders shuddered and she just sobbed into him.
He wished he could carry the weight of her pain with his, it broke him that he couldn't carry this burden for her.
