| CHAPTER SEVEN; Childish, But Evil | ————————————————————
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"Evil thenceforth, became my good."
— Mary Shelley
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ORPHÉE WAS VERY UNHAPPY at the Eyrie. She did not like her aunt Lysa and believed she acted inappropriately with her son. She had almost thrown up when little Robin was being breastfed by Lysa. He was too old, but despite her disgust, she kept her mouth shut and only spoke to Drakon about it.
Sansa seemed to get closer to Petyr, the sisters not speaking as much as usual. But they still spoke at night while brushing each other's hair. Sansa had yet to ask Orphée why Drakon and her were so attached, but she had a feeling. Sansa didn't like not knowing things anymore. So, she told herself that tonight would be the night that she asked Orphée about it.
After Orphée had bathed, it was time for Sansa to ask her. Orphée was sitting with her legs crossed, Sansa doing the same as she sat in front of her on the bed. Her back turned to her little sister as Orphée brushed her hair out. "Orphée, can I ask you a personal question?"
Orphée already knew what was coming, so, she didn't hesitate to reply. "Anything." She sweetly replied.
"Is there something between you and Drakon?" Sansa wondered quietly.
"Drakon is my very close friend, Sansa. I'd like you tell you something very important, but it's a secret. It would affect me very terribly if this secret were to get out. Do you understand? Can I trust you?" Orphée inquired, softly running her fingers through Sansa's red hair. Sansa immediately nodded hopefully. "I've known Drakon since before we left the north to stay with the Lannisters. He's protected me since then, we've grown very close."
"Have you..." Orphée knew what Sansa was insinuating.
Orphée laughed, moving to sit in front of Sansa, facing her. "No." She answered playfully as if it was obvious. "I'm far too young for that. I'm waiting till marriage."
"Do you love him?" Sansa nervously asked.
"I think so." Orphée replied calmly, pursing her lips and innocently nodding. "I know he loves me."
"Then what will happen if you don't marry him?" Sansa frowned, feeling bad for even bringing the topic up.
"Trust me, if I've made it this far without being betrothed, I think I'll be fine. Drakon and I will be fine, I don't think Aunt Lysa is worrying about marrying me off anytime soon. I have my own plans." Orphée smirked, Sansa, shivering upon hearing her last sentence.
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The next day, all three of them were outside together, making a snow version of Winterfell. Even Drakon helped make tiny lines in the castle with his blade for perfection. Sansa learned that Drakon was very precise with all types of blades, seeing as though his hand never shook, not even in the slightest.
