𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 | 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨.

2.

Greenseer

Alysanne found herself ensnared within a dream, an uncanny reality that felt all too vivid. She stood amidst a field, its reeds tall enough to scratch her legs and tickle her cheeks. In the distance, she spotted a small basket, crammed with soft blankets. Cautiously, she advanced toward it, clutching her evening gown as if it were her last lifeline.

As she drew nearer, the contents of the basket came into focus. Nestled inside was a babe, its eyes wide and grey, framed by the curliest head of hair she had ever seen. The child, with a sense of wisdom beyond its years, raised a tiny hand, beckoning her closer. Alysanne obliged, settling on her knees beside the basket, her gaze fixed on the enigmatic infant.

The baby extended a calming hand, touching her cheek with tenderness, and released a sweet coo as she broke into a warm smile. It all felt unsettlingly real, and a solitary tear, cold and salty, escaped from Alysanne's eye, tracing a silent path down her cheek before the world around her dissolved into obscurity.

✯

"Father," Robb burst into the dining hall, where his parents stood, their eyes washed with worry. "It's Alysanne; she's gone missing." Catelyn stepped forward, a deep frown etched across her soft Tully features.

Eddard Stark turned from the table, concern etched on his face. "Missing?"

Robb nodded, his hands weaving between his locks as he paced the area. "She didn't come to bed last night. I thought she'd been with Sansa, but she didn't come back."

Catelyn interjected, her voice laced with concern, "Sansa didn't see her at all?"

Robb sighed, "No, she says she didn't see Alysanne after supper."

Eddard's worry deepened. "Why didn't you come to us earlier, boy?"

Robb replied, guilt coloring his voice, "I fell asleep. I thought she'd woken earlier this morning, but her lady-in-waiting last saw her in the night."