𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ━ 𝖩𝖠𝖢𝖠𝖤𝖱𝖸𝖲 𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖠𝖱𝖸𝖮𝖭

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ━ 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

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FIVE;
『 GREY GHOST 』

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ㅤ     "WHAT DID DAEMON MEAN? AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A SON FOR A SON?" The princess asks Jacaerys as they stand outside of her chambers. Dinner has been finished and everyone has made their way back to their chambers. Jacaerys decided that he would walk the princess to hers. He knows she could find it on her own, but every second more spent with her seems like a second gained in joy.

      "Lucerys, my brother had taken Aemond's eye. Alicent claimed an eye for an eye. She wanted to take Lucerys' in return. That did not happen. Aemond killed Lucerys. Now, my mother and father claim a son for a son. It's only fair. Though, I have no idea how it will be done, or which they plan to kill- Aemond or Aegon." Jacaerys replies with steady words. Another poor, unfortunate soul that will be sent to the slaughter.

      "I will see you at dawn?" Cerilla asks with a teetering smile. The prince's eyes dip to the floor. Suddenly his cheeks grow warm and rosy at her request to see him again.

     "We will mount Vermax at dawn." He agrees, dipping his head. The prince turns and walks down the hall. He looks back just before turning the corner. His eyes meet Cerilla's over his shoulder. She offers a smile before his figure disappears around the wall.

      The princess enters her chambers and immediately strips off her clothes into her nightwear. She takes the clips out of her hair and allows the curls to fall down her back. She crosses the room to the bathing chamber, where she dips her hands in a cool bucket of water and splashes it over her face. Exhaustion has taken over her entirely. She walks like a corpse living.

      Cerilla climbs into the bed covered in fur blankets and pulls the different cloths over her body. She shudders at the coolness of the room. She still has not quite grown used to the rather icy temperatures of Dragonstone. Back home, she would be sleeping with no blankets and only a thin sheet. Her eyes draw closed.

     The last thing she sees before falling into slumber is the fact of the prince.

-ˋˏ ༻☼༺ ˎˊ- 

       EVEN THROUGH THE SMALL WINDOW, CERILLA IS STILL AWOKEN BY THE VIBRANT LIGHT CASTING INTO THE ROOM. She stifles a yawn and drawls her arms over her head, stretching out the tense muscles in her biceps. Her muscles are sore from keeping her arms strapped around Jacaerys for so long. She stares through the window for a few moments, at the foggy morning. The clouds are low and the misty fog sprawls across the valley, hiding the sea beneath.