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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄— ❛ high top ears ❜
warning act of attempted r@pe and explicit language!
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐄 came out of her mothers womb, she was as quiet as a mouse. never fussed, never wept unless she fell or hurt herself in some type of way. unlike her siblings darrick, the twins and desmera who were all outgoing and adventurous, she preferred to stay in walls of their home either tucked away in the library or standing by her fathers side while he did his noble duties as the head of house redwyne.
claryse's quiet nature was rather troublesome, her septa always seemed to forget her presence and even without the intent she had somehow always managed to scare some poor worker tending to their duties.
she heard more than such a girl her age should never hear. so many secrets lingered in the air around her and somehow it found it's way to her. by the time she was old enough to brush her own hair, she'd known most of the little secrets those around her kept.
one time she had found that her own brother, darrick, had been sneaking out of his bedchambers to practise sword fighting for he had a dream to become a knight. darrick dreamt of one day leading an army on the battlefield, fighting for his kingdom and protecting the people of westeros.
the two came to an agreement, if darrick would give claryse his dessert for the rest of the year then she would keep her mouth shut. the next day she found herself with more dessert than she was normally served.
as the siblings grew older claryse confided to darrick about her latest findings, what she heard when helping her father with his duties, what she heard the maids bickering about and what the guards laughed about during their break. resulting in her earning the nickname 'high top ears' by darrick.
