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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The sun was rising by the time Lenora and Devon returned to their Champions room. Melissa and Sera had fallen asleep in the main rooms chairs while waiting for the two to return. The two had stayed on the roof all night, talking about their lived back in Westeros. Talking about rumors they heard about Lords or Ladies. Talking about their upcomings and Lenora telling Devon about her dance lessons with Syrio Forel and occasionally Obryn Martell.
When the door clicked shut Sera's eyes snappes open. She quickly stood up and tackled Lenora in a hug. "I'm sorry." She simply said as she clung onto her protector. She was worried Lenora would hate her. She nearly sobbed as the Baratheon connected her hands behind her, accepting the hug.
Devon escaped the reunion and went to check on Louis.
"Lenora-"
The Baratheon shook her head. "Its ok. Don't worry about it." She rubbed her back and pulled away. "Just pretend it never happened."
Sera nodded, "you should get some sleep." Lenora definitely agreed. After all the murdering and fighting she was tired. Staying up all night didn't help so she nodded her head and followed Sera into a room.
She wanted to cry when she saw a bed. An actual bed! Kicking off her boots she jumped onto the bed face first and sighed. "I am never moving."
Lenora rolled around, gathering all the pillows and blankets before cuddling them to her chest. Sera raised her eyebrows but found it amusing non the less. "I'll be with Jemma. She asked me to help her with a few things."
The Baratheon girl groaned in response. Within moments of Sera closing the door, Lenora feel into a deep sleep. She wouldn't wake again untill hours later, when a crash and scream came from the main room. Multiple voices were shouting and Lenora heard multiple feet stomping through the champions room.
She slid out of bed and pulled her sword of her waist belt, kicking the door open she quickly noticed they were being attacked. She didn't need to know the reason as to why. Only which one of half dozen men she was going to kill first.
Lenora twirled her wrist to get her sword in the right position then swung with all her might at one of the man's neck. His head rolled off his shoulder and onto the floor.
She hesitated, not really expecting to easily decapitate him. You're supposed to try to deflect someone's sword when they swing on you.
A fist connected with her left temple. Sending her stumbling to the floor. She slowly looked up at the man who had hit her. His cocky smiling face fell when his eyes connected with Lenoras. She stood onto her feet and swung at the man.
One of his friends came to his rescue from behind her. Her swing redirected to do an over head swing. As it swung behind her back the second attackers sword clashed into her, saving her from getting split open.
