(Morgan's pov)
Another night without a Mother, another night without answers, all I could do was be with this witch. Who would have known my life would have turned out like this. I was left alone in this warm cottage for Alice had left the interior after helping me with alphabets. I watched the fire burn from the fire place while I sat on the wooden chair, there were only two Chairs in this Cottage, it was almost as if she were expecting me already, didn't want to sound to crazy in my head but almost everything in this residence was for two I was sure she had been expecting me
The fire continued to burn making it crackle, but the sound began to get distant, I could hear the crackle from the fire but i couldn't help but to notice crunching of leaves from outside, It was almost as if someone was outside. Slowly, did I become to fear, who could it have been, i asked myself as I left the chair to the window where the moon watched from.
I stood on my heels, poking my head outside the window when I saw A man, which seemed as if he were a knight hand over a white page to her. He did seem like a knight but he sure wasn't any Knight of ours here for he didn't recognise with our colour, he was a Red knight. I barely knew about the other cities, neither did I care, all my life was my mother and I needed for bread around the streets, it was all we cared about
Carefully I step back into the cottage, pretending like I had seen nothing.
A part of me wanted to see more, but it wasn't any of my business so I let it be, as long as it didn't affect me in any way. Again, I was by the fire place, holding the Cross on me tight, I had grown up here at Brighton, it was all I could call home, even though I had nothing, but one thing I thought I had was God. I never did complain for finding it hard to find bread, neither did I for calling the dirty streets my home but what type of God let's one lose the only thing one has. My mother wasn't much of a Christian or much of anything but she let me choose and maybe today was the day I chose again.
I gently cut the rope holding the cross to my neck, tossing it into the fire with no regret when Alice comes in.
''We leave Brighton by first light'' the first thing she said
we? leave Brighton? To where? I asked myself all these questions in a second
''I don't have to come, do I'' I asked her as I left the fire
''I said we, I do not have time for this'' she added looking a lot more angrier than i had ever seen her during these past days.
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(Anne's POV)
I sat at the right edge of the bed while Calah on the other, we barely left Brighton to feel so much warmth at once, the trees, the calmness, it was all different here. I watched as Calah rumpled her dresses on the bed as she put them out of the box, she never really fancied the help of maids, always believed she could do all herself when in fact she needed help the most.
Then it came again, again I remembered what Tommen had said to me, and again I felt embarrased, why would he say that, he could have kept it to himself at least till after the wedding, now i felt like a pig, for reasons unknown I was worried about how he saw me, If I could change everything and had worn my gloves it would have been different for me. These thoughts had covered my head that I almost forgot to notice how huge the room was, was it a nobles room, had someone been kicked out just for our hospitality, it was what Mother could do to us anyways. As I gazed round the room my eye caught my box, while Calah did whatsoever with her clothes, mine just stared at me from the other side of the room, would definately call in some maids to help me, I had thought to myself
Then it occured to me what time it was, the sun had quickly set already, it was almost time for dinner, I didn't have what to wear, then I quickly helped myself to my box and the first thing there was a blue cotehardie
Perfect, Blue for House Miledale, plus it had beautiful embroidered, maybe if i looked beautiful to dinner I wouldn't seem like a pig to him anymore, everything suddenly seemed perfect that i didn't notice how much tear drops Calah had shared with the sheets till Father came in the room
''Father'' Calah headed for the door falling into his arms
''Cal'' Father had noticed her wet face
''It's nothing, I just miss Mother'' She lied
She had to be worst I've known at lying, 'miss mother'?
I walked to the door welcomimg him with a side hug
''How do you two like the place''
There was really nothing to hate yet, everything seemed perfect for now at least
''Well it seems the bride likes it here''
Calling me that made my skin crawl
''I'd like to see your sister alone'' Father turned to Calah
He had suddenly worn a worried face which had scared me and Calah, I didn't like the look, what could he possibly want to tell me, it was all too early to be getting me scared.
We both walked to the bed while Calah left the room quietly.
As we both sit on the bed, Father grabs my palms, at least they were not sweaty as earlier, not like he even cared, he wasn't Tommen
''Tommen's a good man, but that's no reason i'm here, I've come to warn you about the land and it's people. These people are immoral, they worships gods. Calah don't forget who you grew up serving, you're a bride not a prisoner, they will want you to go their ways but..''
''Father, I know''
He seemed to stressed and worried for me to handle
"I won't, I promise''
