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Someone liked one of my old theories. For NOTW. And initially I was going to scour my drafts for one of the Auri theories I was working on. But it was daunting... So you lot get a summary. We know kvothe has changed his name. And we can suspect that he had some part in instigating a war after he killed a King. We know from the flow of events that Ambrose was moving up the line of succession.

The war could be in part to no clear legitimate heir. Let's say the maer is also dead but did his royal duty in producing an heir. If his wife is still alive. That would make her a regent of some kind. But we also have reason to suspect that Auri might be the Princess Aurian. Kvothe possibly going to Auri for help or confiding in her and how she'd said she would protect him. Might put enough of herself back together to become a contender for said throne.

Now given the effect that Kvothe had on Auri. By giving her a new name. He gave her back a piece of her self. Because he knew something of what she went through. In a way he helped open one of the doors of her sleeping mind. Who better to trust to give him back his name then someone he gave a name to? And in the way that auri is influenced by the name she was given. In slow regars of silent things. Auri has a figure or toy of someone from the order aymr. Given that she's seen kvothe with blood down his hands and even in a way knighted kvothe by calling him her ciridi or however it was spelled. If she fixes kvothes name and gives him back to himself. Along with the name that kvothe had built for himself in the same way that Felurian has.

I think Auri will go from named to maker. And kvothe might take on the mantle of one of the Knights of the order. Like one of those self fulfilling prophecy type of situations. In a way it could be forshadowed in the way that Bast spoke to chronicler about the nature of mask. Before kvothe was pretending to be more than he was and though he started to see the merit in his actions as being things worthy of a story. He didn't truly believe it until the encounter with Felurian. A d it makes me think of the nature of his true name. Flame , thunder, broken tree. Kvothe has many instances of fire in his life that could spur the first. The same goes for the second. And in part I thought the broken tree was about his family tree. But Bast mentions that the tree in the Fae can see all of time. And that anyone who meets it is killed on the spot. I have to wonder if that fae creature butterfly effected things to make the meeting with kvothe happen. And what would it gain from setting kvothe after lanrae? Well we know lanrae sought it out for a fruit that could bring back the dead. Kvothe might have done the same.

The cathae showed the causality of its nature by manipulating the branches and vines to kill the butterflies. And some thing had to have trapped the cathae in the tree. The broken tree could be either kvothe freeing the cathae or killing it. Being the fae bargin of a fruit for freedom. Or not providing one in hope of kbothe lashing out in the way he did when Ambrose broke his lute. I could only imagine what he'd do with a shattered mind. Since we know it got into his head before when it spoke of Denna's patron and his mother along with his troupe. And given the plum bobs lasting effects of giving him a short temper and a lack of inhabition when riled up. I won't ve counting out that aspect of it, for bow at any rate. That's a tangled mess of a half crafted theory that's half remembered.

I haven't re-read the books in a while. Recovering from psychic damage that came at the hands of all the bad book adaptations recently.

Kvothe & Auri

inspired by Gabriel Picolo’s Peter Pan which reminded me of kvothe

DOS Fanfic: The Silent Swaying of Sorrowed Men

!! // TW: Suicide, Hanging

I saw a theory a while ago that the reason we don't have book 3 is because Kvothe is dead and never went downstairs to tell the third part. I combined this with the theory that the "one single, perfect step" was him walking off of something to end it all. You can still decide if this happens before or after he's told his final tale.

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DAWN HAD ARRIVED. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. 

The most obvious part was a vast, echoing quiet made by things that were lacking. If its innkeeper had been awake, the smell of early noontime stew would have drawn the men of Newarre to the Waystone, their feet clattering upon the cold stone of the doorstep as they filled the inn with the clamor of amiable, hungry men. If there had been the barest hint of impatience, the innkeeper’s student would have ran up the stairs and knocked on his door and called on him with the cold banter of a man who could no longer wait. If there had been music . . . but no, of course there was no music. In fact, there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.

Inside the Waystone, a dark-haired man made his slow way up the stairs to his master’s room, moving with the confident caution of fearless men. His steps were steady and sure, hidden from the rest of the world and careful not to give too much away, slow and even more slowly set. In doing this, he added a small, fretted silence to the larger, more prominent one. They made a melody of sorts, making way for the song’s refrain. 

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it from the slow swaying of a knotted cord and the soundless waiting of a letter, safely tucked away. If you listened for longer, you would find it in the weight of a man’s mortality, hidden within his darkest chords, kept deep beyond the great stone doors of forgetting and finally laid to rest. And it was once in the heart and mind of that very same man who hanged there, rocking, swaying for the sweet embrace of memories never lost. 

The man had true red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he remained there with the indifference of someone who had known and learned far too many things.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, holding the others inside itself, as firm as a single, perfect step. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was as heavy as a thrice-swallowed secret of the heart. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who could not wait to die.

He has:

✔ Stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings

✔ Burned down the town of Trebon

✔ Spent the night with Felurian and left with both his sanity and his life

✔ Gotten expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in

✔ Trod paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day

✔ Talked to gods

✔ Loved women

✔ Made songs that made the minstrels weep

Bonus: you may have heard of him

What more could you need?