The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter twentyfive and a half

Dear reader, this one is for you ♡

I took a challenge from one of you readers to intertwine their fictional self into the story. This is the beginning of my readers character, stuffed into this introduction chapter.

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When Vis was a young girl, just arrived in Kings Landing, she had been quite the explorer. Even though her father and mother, the Lord and Lady Borron had tried to keep an eye on her, and to keep her inside the Red keeps walls, Vis had still managed to sneak out on several occasions. 

When she had just celebrated her fifth nameday, her mother had told her that she could no longer set her feet outside of the Red Keeps castle walls, as it was far too dangerous out there. But Vis being Vis had no intention to listen to her mother Lady Saera.

She had used the whole in the keeps walls behind her parents hut. In fact, Lord Borron had spent three days trying to seal it with bricks and other items.
Vis had only spent half an hour removing that seal. She was indeed a clever girl for her young age.

That day she had not just broken out of the part of the capital that was ment to be the safest. She had also found a hoard of children playing by an old tree in the back of one of the oldest buildings in the city.

At first, she hadn't approached them, just observed from a distance. It wasn't before she was ran down by one of the boys that she had first made contact. He had seen the young girl dressed up in old rags, as the Borrons had done with her for years to hide her identity. Among those rags where a hat, sitting on top of her head, hiding the white curly locks underneath.

The boy had returned and stood over Vis, laughing at her as he pointed towards her.

"Look, a bastard!" He teased. Vis had quickly gotten back up on her feet, but when she stood she saw her hat on the muddy ground. She knew very well why she was now being called a bastard. Her hair was just like the children's that she often saw being teased the times her mother had brought her to the markets.

"Another Targaryen bastard! Look at her!" The boy yelled at he kept pointing towards Vis' hair, laughing. Vis was brave, but not that brave as to attack a fellow child when he was with friends.
Vis was not alone and she knew that if she tried to hit or defend herself she would be outnumbered quickly.

Nevertheless she still couldn't hold in her anger. Screaming, she charged towards the boy who had just teased her, throwing herself against him, getting him off his feet. But the boy was strong and she was no match. He lifted one of his legs and kicked Vis straight to the nose. Vis felt her tears pressing in her eyes as she collected herself on the ground, holding her nose that by now had fresh red blood flowing from it. That is when it happened.

An arrow flew straight above the boys head and was pinned to the wooden fence that surrounded the courtyard. Vis turned her head, looking in the direction of where the arrow came from.

A young girl, dressed in a fine leather tunic was holding the bow, another arrow ready to let loose from the string at any moment.

The boy that had just injured Vis had ended up wide eyed, now hustling towards the group of children he was with. "I will get you one day, bastard!" He had yelled as he had collected his friends and disappeared of of fear from an arrow.

Vis had stayed on the muddy ground, holding her nostrils together to keep the blood from flowing down her face. When the girl with the bow had approached her, she got scared at first.

"Hey, don't worry!" The girl had expressed, lowering her bow as she got closer.

She stepped next to Vis, holding her hand out for her to reach for.