bear the child, eat the fruit.
★𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 ★
Born in silence, Alysanne Baratheon had forever been an enigmatic presence in the realm of Westeros. She was a living juxtaposition of her father's thundering, brutish manner and her mother's subtle, cunning artifice. While the courtly ladies swayed gracefully, Alysanne chose the obscurity of the shadows, emerging as a resolute outsider, not by happenstance, but as a consequence of her unique essence.
Her journey was a tapestry woven with threads of mystery and defiance. Alysanne's distinct path led her to explore the depths of knowledge in the dark recesses of ancient libraries, hidden away from the prying eyes of the court. In the solitude of the night, she delved into the secrets of history, politics, and the arcane arts, seeking a power that was all her own, untouched by the trappings of conventional nobility.
Yet, her solitude did not equate to weakness; it bred a formidable strength that was more profound than any courtly facade. Alysanne observed, learned, and strategized, weaving her influence with a subtlety that bewildered those who underestimated her. Her silent presence became a source of curiosity and apprehension, for she possessed knowledge and power that transcended her station.
Alysanne Baratheon, born in silence, had transformed her existence into a symphony of shadows and secrets, painting a portrait of an outsider who held the most potent cards in the game of thrones.
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