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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An: long ass story time below 🤩
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As promised, Lenora had a private room set up for her. An empty wardrobe, a table with two chairs across a fireplace and a bed. It's all she needed and yet something was missing.
A knock on the door took her attention away from the dancing flames. "Come in." She lazily called, not wanting to get up and open the door.
Sansa slowly opened the door and stepped inside. "Is this a bad time?"
Lenora stood when she heard the voice. "No. Of course not- never. Please come in." She walked to the door and shut it behind Sansa. She then led the Stark to the empty chair adjacent to hers.
"You owe me an explanation." Sansa sat herself down and waited for Lenora to begin talking.
"There is no escaping this is there?" Sansa shook her head. "Lovely. Shall I begin from the day I left Kingslanding?"
"Where else would you begin?" Sansa joked.
Lenora rolled her eyes, adjusting herself in her seat to sit comfortably. "Well maybe you wanted my full life story? The day my mother pushed me out of'c
"Lenora." Sansa warned. "Stop stalling."
"As you wish." She didn't want to tell her every little detail of the journey she's faced for the last four years so she tried to shorten it the best she could.
She started the day she jumped off of Dragonstone to avoid capture. Sansa tried to keep her questions to a minimum, but she was curious. How did two young women survive jumping off a cliff?
Lenora then continued to explain who Melissa and the sea crew were. Briefly mentioning the fighting ring in Braavos, Sansa would murder her if she knew she was involved with running an underground criminal organization.
She fiddled with her hands as she tried to explain the next bit. "We finally received word from Westeros, Tyrion had demolished Stannis in battle so I could come home. There was no risk in my crazy uncle chopping my head off.
On the way back to our temporary home we ran into these masked strangers from Asshai. They attacked us and forced us to split up, I seen Amren, Melissa and Randy ahead while I distracted them. Turns out they needed me to fight in a war for them."
Sansa frowned. "Why would they go through all that trouble to get you to fight for them?"
"Well, I was supposedly cursed. Like the Mad King. He wasn't actually mad, he just lost control of his mind in his last years. And unfortunately, I was born the exact moment the Mad King met his demise. And with whatever it was that was occupying his mind had no where to go, they went to newest born baby."
