𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, the house of the dragon.

chapter twenty-two, the price you must pay.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒
- THE PRICE YOU MUST PAY -

The common people within the streets of Kingslanding and outside of the Red Keep were known to be humble and chaste - despite their lowborn status and unpleasant adventures, histories and past. They weren't highborn, but human.

Of course, they weren't given the same luxuries as the highborn - they were not privileged in any kind of way.

In some cases, they were more human than the many people who were born and put into high houses.

They knew the way of life, and they knew the struggles.

Indeed, some may argue that the common people were far more admirable than the nobles of the realm - which wasn't far from the truth. Their struggle to put bread on the table and cloth on their backs for themselves and their families was far from an easy ordeal. It was a task that tore and wore them out both emotionally and physically, as it was rumored.

They had learned from said struggles and their parents before them. Their lives were not easy. Their lives were filled with hardship and challenges. Yet they faced them head on, and with a strength and courage that was often lost among the highborn.

Every highborn had been raised as children with privilege and luxury, while the lowborn were raised as the under dogs who were given nothing and yet, somehow found that fire and inner strength to persevere and keep themselves up.

The nobility knew how to live, while the lowborn were built to survive.

Or so Visenya liked to believe.

Like everyday before, the streets were bombarded with several children who ran away from shopkeepers with a piece of bread and fish in their small and filthy hands. Men would grunt and mindlessly throw rocks at the children who pushed past them with haste. The women could only grip firmly onto their baskets, in hopes that their remaining food will stay close.

From underneath the cloak that helped keep her identity contained and hidden, Visenya peered over her shoulder and watched the running children with both awe and slight pity.

It was hard to watch as the children ran with their stolen goods and fear from adult men. It wasn't easy to watch their lives as the small children were just that, small children.

They shouldn't have to steal in order to eat.

As children, they should be loved and cared for like they deserved to be. However, that was often not possible in this world, and so they were left to fend for themselves.

Reluctantly, Visenya turned back around and stared straight ahead of herself. She somehow remained discrete, and slowly shook the thoughts and feelings away from her head and mind, while her feet picked up on it's speed and continued to walk across the concrete and small pebbles beneath her.

Her fingers reached up and pulled the cloak over her head and white strands a little bit more.

And as she continued to walk, her pace would continue to quicken.

She was at times, met with the sounds of shouting and cursing; the sounds of men beating on people who were not as fortunate as she. It wasn't a pretty sound, but it was one that was all too common within the city of King's Landing.