Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
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BIRDS CHIRPED AS THEY FLEW about the garden, wings fluttering as they dove towards the insects that wandered about. Stelsa sat quietly beside Heleana, surrounded by the other ladies of the court as they sipped their teas and gossiped amongst each other. Each had prepared themselves for the occasion, dressing themselves in the finest gown they could find fit for sitting in the gardens and had their hair styled to match Heleana's. It was all quite boring in Stelsa's opinion, but she kept her mouth shut to appease her dear friend. Sat across from Stelsa was a lady with the name objective, though she nodded and gave soft smiles when the conversation deemed it fit.
Cassandra had not said much since she arrived, complimenting Heleana on her choice for embroidering in the gardens and what she wore before she sat down in silence. Her brown eyes remained focused on her stitching, mindful to not prick her fingers as Stelsa had done countless times now. It was peculiar to see Cassandra in such a state. The last time the two of them had been in this environment, Cassandra had questioned Stelsa on her choice of activities. This lady who sat in front of her was not Cassandra, that was the easiest answer for Stelsa to wrap her mind around. "Have you seen Kermit Tully?" A girl whispered to the girls, practically beaming at the mention of the boy.
"Do not waste your breath. His own father is still not a Lord. Who knows when he will be one." Another lady dismissed, glancing briefly at the girl who sighed. "Right, Cassandra?" The girl reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist, making Cassandra lift her head up and look at the girl sitting beside her.
Cassandra's eyes softened as she glanced between the two girls. Her brown hair fell in front of her face, blocking her features from Stelsa who watched on silently. "He will be a Lord one day." She spoke so sweetly Stelsa swore her voice dripped honey – her smile was even more striking.
Stelsa fought the urge to sigh and lean back in her seat, but her mind refused to let her have the worst posture there. Not when Cassandra sat so effortlessly in front of her. Stelsa felt the claws of insecurity beginning to dig into her stomach – tearing at her flesh easily the longer she stared at her. Heleana's soft gasp makes Stelsa glance towards her, finding her setting down her items to stand up. "Pardon the interruption, ladies." A voice Stelsa was all too familiar with broke the giggling atmosphere, causing the ladies around her to bow their heads.
"Aemond." Heleana sighed airly, taking the hand that Aemond extended out to her and rising.
Cassandra perked up for the first time all afternoon, the corners of her lips perking up into a small smile. "My prince." She greets him, locking her eyes with his as she speaks. Stelsa swallowed down the fire that quickly burned in her throat at the sight of Cassandra fluttering her eyes up at Aemond. "Would you be so kind as to show me where the library is? I believe it is nearing the time for my lessons." Cassandra asked, pouting out her bottom lip slightly after the question was proposed.
