Amelyeen smiled one of pain and joy. She was lost on her memories as she often did when thinking of Rowan. When she had met him, gods had she been afraid knowing how young knights could be. Things feel in place he offered to work for her lord father doing whatever he ask of him. One night Amelyeen was doing her normal thing when she couldn't sleep slipping out of the keep. She'd go to a tree on a cliff that overlooked the fields of her Father's land, she had done this countless times one night she had been there looking at the moonlight lands wondering what the gods had planned fore her, when she heard foot fall. Pulling herself high in the branches where she couldn't be seen, she had sung down with her sword drawn it had been Rowan she laughed before questioning him.<br/><br/>She was snapped out of her thoughts as children playing had gotten a little close to her one falling and scraping his knee really bad. "Hello, little one." She spoke softly to a boy no older than five. She had a gift for healing it was something she seemed to taken to it very well. The little boy shrunk away from her, he feared her like she was going to hurt him.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to hurt you I just want to help with that knee."<br/>"Yes, mmmm ma'ma"<br/>He let the redhead help him up. Once she had him she placed him on her lap. "How bout I tell you a story of a brave man while I heal you up?" She asked softly. He nodded to her, she smiled once again, getting her healing herbs. "Not many years ago there was a young man just coming into his own. He came to a great lords land offering to help him in any way all he asked for was shelter and food. He was kind strong and everything that made a knight what a knight should be. One night in the dark of night the evil came and they took him from the one he loved. Making him watch as everyone that he had grown close to was killed..." she was cut off by some one calling for the boy. She had him patched up, he ran off she bang to walk humming to the music of a bard. She began to sing to her self. "Broken and bloodied. We track through the blizzard. To come back together. The wolves of the North. The flames on our banner. Have forged new blades. Bigger and stronger. We’re cubs no longer. We’re wolves of the North"