KINSLAYER | aemond targaryen x oc
𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍 :
[Noun.] kinslayer (plural kinslayers) (rare, mostly in fantasy fiction) One who slays his or her own kin; a parricide
THE STORY WHERE A TARGARYEN PRINCE FALLS IN LOVE WITH A STARK GIRL, HIS SWOR...
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CHAPTER FOUR
Lyarra struggled to find rest that night, her thoughts whirring uncontrollably through her mind, not giving her peace. All of her tossing and turning, in her desperate attempts to find sleep, had resulted in most of her bed sheets having been flung to the floor.
After a few more failed attempts at sleep, she sat up in the bed, her auburn hair had partially come loose from the braid she had tied it in earlier that night.
Throwing her feet over the edge of the bed, she sat for a moment, staring out of the window, watching as the stars lit up the night sky.
She felt her mind travel back to her father, and his business with the Hightowers, which he had informed her was 'none of her concern', but she knew by the mood in which her father had returned from the meeting in, that the business most definitely did concern her.
The girl sat in silence, thinking of what to do to get her mind to rest.
After a further moment, she slipped on a pair of light shoes, and threw on her robe, pulling the light fabric around her body, in hopes of protecting it from the slight chill of the nighttime air.
She reached for the door handle, pulling it open, ever so slightly, leaving just enough room for her to squeeze through.
The Queen's most trusted member of the King's Guard, Ser Criston Cole, was still positioned outside her chambers, ensuring no harm would come to the girl during her stay.
As much as she wanted to dislike Alicent, Lyarra found herself growing quite fond of the Queen, as she had shown the girl nothing but kindness over her first day in the capital. She had even went through the trouble of making sure her most trusted guard was posted outside Lyarra's chambers at all times, or that he was always following closely behind the girl, keeping her safe from any harm which might befall her.
After hearing the door creak open slightly, his attention was dragged to the entrance, his eyes scanning the girl, "My Lady, you shouldn't be awake at this hour." He spoke quietly, so not to alert the other rooms of her presence.
Lyarra looked to him, "I know, Ser Criston, but I couldn't find rest and thought a walk through the gardens would help settle my mind." She said plainly, not bothering to lie to the man.
The man nodded, "I see." He waited for a moment, judging the situation, "I shall accompany you, My Lady."
Lyarra held her hand out, stopping him, "Thank you, Ser Criston, but I think I shall be quite alright on my own." She spoke, smiling sweetly at the older man.
