Forget - me - not

This Is Too Intense

Daena stood outside Bellas room. Pacing back and forth, sweeping the floor beneath her with her dress. It was one of those mornings where the overwhelming heat hit the moment the sun had risen.

The princess was never one to wake up early but this morning, as soon as the sunlight poured into her room, she immediately sprung out of bed. Not bothering to dress herself, Daena practically ran out of her room in just her nightgown.

"Bella!" She pounded on the poor Dornish girls door before barging in.

Bella's eyes squinted open and instantly scrunched back closed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her frantic friend. She wasn't bothered by this sight as it wasnt an unusual one, it would always mainly be about the princess' mother or a dream she had had.

"Sister... i have sinned." Daena spoke carefully.

Bella was extremely rooted in her religion, she sat up slowly and looked at the girl. "What have you done?" She asked half expecting her to say she had killed a man.

"Me and Lord Stark... kissed."

Bella sighed then stood at the edge of her bed, "You understand what this means." Daena furrowed her brow in confusion. "You now must marry him."

"M-marry him?" Daena questioned. "Bella y- you know my resentment towards marriage... i couldn't possibly comply with-"

She cut her off, "Do not dismiss and shove away your royal responsibilities."

"Pardon? Royal? How does this have anything to do with the crown." The princess took a step forward.

"It is your duty to marry, Daena. You cannot seriously believe this flamboyant lifestyle is one you can endure forever."

"Bella, i have chosen to confide in you with this information. Not only as a friend but as a sister. As someone i believe can give me advice on the matter. If i wanted to be shamed and humiliated i would have gone to my mother."

"I feel a level of jealousy towards your freedom, Daena." The girl blurted out.

"Freedom?" The princess asked disgusted.

"Yes."

"If my freedom is what you're envious of then you have no jealousy. I am as free as... as a caged bird."

"Apart from your cage, is a castle."

"Yet i am still locked away!" She exclaimed. "Just because my cage is bigger than yours doesn't mean i am more unbound."

"Gods! You have been picked like a rose your whole life. You act like you are some vapid wallflower but instead you are a huge, blossoming tree. Every spot light you are in, good or bad, you thrive. And i would quite honestly go against mine own faith to have so many suiters lining the streets just to breathe the same air as me."

"I did not ask for them men to-"

"No! You didn't! But it is you that dances with them and entangles them in your web of erotic and seductiveness." She began to shout. "It is you that twists yourself into the chains of Lord Baron and into the bed of Lord Stark and -"

"You are loosing your sense of decorum. Do not forget who you are in this situation Bella." Daena raised her head and straightened her posture.

"I seem to have forgotten who i am. Do tell me." The words rotted in her mouth, crumbling away her modesty as she spoke.

"A handmaiden, an orphan, and a child that is about to be slummed into the streets of kings landing if you do not recall your etiquette."

The two girls stood staring at one another. Daena could feel her nails digging into the palm of her hand as she scrunched them together.