Lesson

Brienne sat quietly in her quarters, the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains casting soft shadows across the room. It felt strange to have her father, Brenae, with her. He hardly ever visited, and when he did, the air between them was often thick with unsaid words and unexpressed emotions. Her entire life had been consumed by training and the relentless cultivation of her powers under his strict guidance. Praise from him was a rarity, and she had grown accustomed to the silence that filled the spaces where encouragement should have been.

Feeling the weight of the moment, Brienne broke the silence first, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sorrow.