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𝕾1 𝕰8: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘
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𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. You'd passed out on your bed for who knows how long. Your attire clung to your frame with cold sweat. Your throat was thick and you felt lethargic from the heaviness of a fat nap.
"(ʏ/ɴ)! ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ."
You got up and sighed, elbows keeping your chest up from the bed. "Gᵢₘₘₑ ₐ ₘᵢₙᵤₜₑ!" you rubbed your eyes and got up slowly. You felt a horrible chill from the cooling sticky sweat in your clothes. You (ruffled/adjusted) your hair and took a deep breath. This was the roughest 24 hours of your life.
You pulled on the door handle with some struggle. Criston Cole helped you and you made eye contact with his large brown eyes. You successfully slipped out with any more embarrassing displays of strength.
"ᴄʀɪꜱᴛᴏɴ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ." you greeted, feeling self-conscious about the sweat clinging to you.
"ꜱᴇᴇʀ." he nodded curtly "ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɪɴ 15 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴇꜱᴄᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ." his tone lilted in hope.
"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴘᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ." you were trying to gracious with your words and less like yourself.
"ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ."
"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ- ᴏʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ."
Criston Cole was silent and looked around, and kept walking to just take you down silently. The walk was quiet, aside from his heavy armor rattling. He must have the stealth of a cow in a Frito factory on the battlefield.
Servants flowed in and out of the dining room with trays, chairs, and other amenities. You took cautious steps up through and down the doorway. You felt misplaced like attending a friend's family Christmas. But their family was every flavor of human moral struggles.
Alicent approach you with a small smile on her glossy lips.
"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴇᴇʀ (ʏ/ɴ). ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡɪxᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ, ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴍʏ ᴇʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴇʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ." she huffed.
"ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴀᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ- ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴠɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ." you bowed slightly and smiled politely.
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