Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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"Bloody hell..." Sandor Clegane cursed to himself as he placed the Queen on her bed. He watched in horror as the girl kicked in agony. Her screams wrung across the room. Her eyes were shut tight, but it didn't stop the black liquid from pooling out of them.
He observed the crying face carefully. When he arrived at the great hall, he remembered blood was snearing out of her nose and ears. Red blood. But now... now the blood was black. He was sure of it.
A maester finally arrived. He cursed to the seven gods as he laid his hand across the girls forehead. He didn't know what was happening. When the door opened he was hoping another maester would walk through it. Hoping they knew what to do. He cursed when Cersei and Ned Stark entered the room.
"Dont just stand there! Help her!" Cersei sobbed as she cupped her daughter's face. "Please.."
The maester knew there was only one thing to do. Seeing a posion this destructive and gory. The only escape would be death. He nodded. "In these situations, there is only one outcome."
A vial of yellow liquid was brought to the Princess's lips. Stop him. Lenoras eyes snapped open and scanned the room. Where was that voice coming from. The maester jumped in shock as the vial flew across the room and smashed into pieces on the wall.
Her mother sobbed and held her daughters face. Staring into her eyes she gasped in horror. Her once blue eyes faded into a pale white, her eyes were bloodshot with black blood oozing out of the crevices. Cersei was frightened.
They're here to kill you...
Lenora covered her ears and shut her eyes. "Shut up."
Don'ttrust them, if you trust them you'll die. You don't want to die. You must live.
Lenora pressed harder against her ears. Ned stepped closer to take a look at the queen. "Her viens..." The hound looked over from his standing position near the edge of the bed.
"Dear Gods..." Who could do this to a innocent woman? What did Lenora do to deserve this faith? What did she do to have her blood turned black, her veins turn black. It almost seemed the posion was killing her soul and not her body.
They will all be your enemies.
The destruction of man kind is knocking on your door.
Will you answer?
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." Lenora curled in on herself and screamed at the voice.
