Welda was on her knees in the Throne room, staring up at the Iron Throne, shaking her head.
She couldn't believe that her husband had died in battle. She sometimes wish that the war had never happened and wish she could turn back the time, to push him out of the way of the sword that swung and stuck him down. She sighed and tears started running down her cheeks as a guard came to her aid but she pushed him off. "Get off of me!" She screamed. Welda stumbled up to her feet as her head maiden came to her and turned her away from the Iron Throne. "Come dear. You shouldn't be doing this to yourself." Her head maiden said while escorting her out of the room, the guards following behind them. She continued crying as she straightened herself up and sniffled. "Thank you, Lena. I thank you for being by side, during everything." She said while holding her hand maiden hands. "Draw me a bath, Lena. Come to the garden and get me when it is drawn, please." With that said, Lena nodded her head and went to do as she was told.
Welda walked to the garden, unarmed and unguarded, she wasn't really worried though since guards usually walked among King's Landing anyway. She sat down on one of the small chairs and looked out at the garden, remembering when King Jeremy and her first came out here. It was a warm, bright sunny day, not a single cloud was in the sky. He wasn't wearing his King garments, he was wearing something free worthy and she was dressed the same. It was something different for them both and she absolutely enjoyed it. Welda stopped thinking about it as she fixing to start crying away.
Her ears twitched as she gasped, her footsteps approaching but inhaled with relief when she saw that it was a guard. With her being a widow now and the Iron Throne still unguarded, she really had to watch her back and trust anyone. Her blue eyes peered upward towards the beautiful sky as she brought them back down to the Roses. She got up from her seat and sniffed them, smiling as she remembered that Jeremy had handed her one and she kept it with her every since. Welda had picked a rose from the bush and placed it in her hair and she sat down on the ground, her back against the rose bush.