ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ━ ᴊ. ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ

THREE

~ THREE ~

|| TENSIONS ARE HIGH ||

As soon as Anya's body reached the ground, a loud snap was heard from her neck, presuming that Anya had cracked her neck on the pavement, Alicent smirked from the room window, walking away, feeling pleased with herself.

However, that wasn't the case, Anya lay on the pavement floor, her neck cracked, but in a moment of power, Anya arose from the pavement, correcting her neck before vanishing into the shadows.

"That little bitch," the girl thought to herself. "She wanted me dead. Why?" Anya strode through the darkened castle, it was different at night, everything was quiet and calm.

"Halt!" a voice echoed in the hallway. "Shit," Anya said to herself, as she turned around to see the Commander of the Kingsguard, Criston Cole.

"Ser Cole." she curtsied, looking up at the knight. "Sorry. I was taking a midnight stroll in the castle."

His face was stony and his expression unwavering. "Midnight isn't a time for strolls, my lady." He stated as he stepped forward, taking a few moments to size her up before speaking again.

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry, commander. Won't happen again," Anya apologized, her voice soft and negligent, as she looked at the knight.

Criston's eyes narrowed as Anya spoke. He was suspicious. He was always suspicious. That's what made him such a good Kingsguard. "Let me escort you to your room, my Lady," Cole replied as he escorted Anya back to her visiting room in the castle.

Once they arrived at her room, she faced him delicately. "Thank you, Cole. And I won't be out after midnight again," she responded, facing him before closing the door.

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The next morning,  when she awoke again, she saw the window and remembered what her sister had done to her the night before, she was furious.

"Why would she do this? To me?" Anya thought to herself, as some handmaidens got her ready for the day in the Keep, getting her changed.

"Ma'am. We got your Stark clothing, like you requested," a hand-maiden told Anya, as she turned to the girl, smiling.

"Thank you," she responded, as she was dressed in House Stark's clothing, all dressed in grey colours compared to House Hightower's green clothes.

Once she was dressed, her father knocked on the door and sent the handmaids away. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What. Did I do something wrong?" Anya smirked, devilishly. Otto approached her, pinning her against the wall before slapping her across the face leaving a mark.

Anya flinched back, her cheek now red from Otto's slap. "Ow."

"You're disgracing our house by wearing your mother's colours," Otto bitched back.

Anya pushed Otto back, with her power. "Oh, please. Don't fucking kid yourself, Otto. You're not my dad and Hightower is not my house! I'm Lady Anya Stark of Winterfell. Any Hightower legitimacy that I possessed died when you abandoned me. Or have you forgotten that?"

Otto fell silent, stepping away from Anya. "No, I haven't, dear child. If you keep these foolish behaviours up, then you won't be allowed here, again," Otto yelled as he went out of her chambers, Anya using her hands to shut the door behind her.