...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲...
"You'll break her heart."
"Just as she has broken mine."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the only true born child of Ser Laenor and Princes Rheanyra has grown an insatiable taste for reven...
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𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃. Her eyes snap open and she releases a sound that's not quite a shriek. Her breath is ripped from her lungs as she hits the bed, it takes her moment to gather her thoughts and she turns to glare at the culprit.
Her father grins at her, all too happy this—she turns to peer out her window, the sun is barely on the horizon— he's too bright, it's too early. She tries to turn her back to him and continue sleeping.
"Aht, aht!" Her father sounds far too amused as he attempts to pry her furs from her body. "I come to you with good news and you shun me like this—."
Jaehaera releases a loud wine as she smacks his hands away. "Too early, go away!"
Her father is persistent and soon he's dragging her from bed by the ankle. She clutches her pillow tightly as her father hangs her upside down with a strong stiff arm. She dangles there limply arms locked around her pillow, desperately clinging to the last tendrils of sleep.
"I can hold you like this all day, love," he poked her in the nose couple of times and she sighed opening eyes to peer at his upside down profile. She crunches in attempt to right the wrong in perception, it cause her abdomen to ache but she holds it as she tilts her head awkwardly, the scarf wrapped her hair unwound and fell to the floor.
"Enlighten me dear father, as to why you have awoken me at this ungodly hour," she whispers formally and his grin brightens.
"I bring good news."
"So you've said, could it not wait?"
"No," he drops her on her bed and she groans laying there limply. He disappears from her line of sight.
"Please! Papa, I beg—!" One of her training tunics lands on her face. "Is this a punishment? I have been good! I swear it by the gods!"
All she receives in return is a face full of leather breeches.
"Get dressed."
"Papa!"
"Quickly."
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Her father's hand was warm and calloused against her small palm as she is dragged through the halls of her ancestral home. She yawns, rubbing a fist against her itchy eyes as she trials behind him reluctantly.
She pulls her hood over her face as she is hit with wind. She blinks to look ahead of her and realizes they're marching out of the inner walls.
