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"Everyone fears shadows at some point in their life. Wether you are a child, scared of the dark before going to sleep...Or if you are an adult, weary of the lack of light in people. Either way, you fear the shadows for a reason."
— Unknown
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BRAN DREAMT OF A strange dark-haired boy, one night. He awoke in a cold sweat after seeing the boy's face drenched with dark red blood, weighing his soaking black hair onto his red-stained forehead. Chunks were stuck on his sword and clothing, he looked no more than Sansa's age, maybe a year younger? About ten and three. Only thirteen years old, on the battlefield? Bran couldn't imagine. The part that really frightened Bran was when the older boy licked the blood off of his lips with a smile. "For Orphée Stark." He mumbled, kissing his bloodied sword that he had named after Bran's little sister.
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Orphée watched in distaste as Mrycella was sent away to her betrothed. "One day I pray you love someone. I pray you love her so much when you close your eyes, you see her face. I want that for you. I want you to know what it's like to love someone, to truly love someone. Before I take her from you." Orphée listened in to what Cersei was saying to Tyrion as she stood alone. Away from her sister and Joffrey, looking down at her feet in order to let a smile break onto her lips.
Joffrey finished speaking rudely to Sansa before walking away. "Come, Dog...and you, my lovely companion." Joffrey cooed, placing his hand on the small of Orphée's back and sliding it across as he walked, hinting for her to follow. Which she did, without a second thought. Ignoring how the Hound scowled at Joffrey.
"Hail, Joffrey!"
"Hail to the King!"
Some cheered for Joffrey, some complained and spoke down on him as he walked, his arm around Orphée's arms to keep her from inching away from him at all. Many begged for bread, Orphée wanted nothing more than to stop and make all of the bread in the world appear for them to feast upon. She would hate to be starved and dirty, she knew they must have.
Someone then threw something at Joffrey, missing Orphée perfectly. Joffrey grunted and turned to the side to protect Orphée from the crowd, despite his usual cowardly tendencies. "Who threw that? I want the man who threw that. Find him and bring him to me!" Joffrey screamed angrily. "Just kill them, kill them all!"
Orphée was growing angry with all the fuss...and Sansa was noticing it. She watched Orphée closely, only missing the point when Orphée glanced up to a rooftop and made eye contact with the dark-haired boy. If Sansa wouldn't have blinked, she would have seen it.
