vii. like a commoner

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chapter seven
act two . war of hearts

 war of hearts

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ALYLLA went back to her chambers, the hour was late.

Alylla walked in her chambers, she took down her hair, but something caught her eye, a brown bag.

"Wha-?"

She went over to the bag, she opened it, seeing a parchment with a drawing on it of her room.

On the parchment Alylla saw a circle where the wall is, and Alylla was more curious so she looked in the bag again, she saw rags and a note.

"Meet me, put the rags on and i'll see you soon.

- your favourite brother."

Alylla went over to the wall where the circle was on the parchment. It was a painting and she pushed it, and it almost sent her flying as she found a secret way.

Alylla raised her eyebrows. Going back to the rags, putting them on, she smiled to herself as she looked like a commoner.

She walked out the secret door, and down the dark hall, where rat catchers mostly used. Alylla was met with Aegon whom had a smirk on his face, he was dressed in rags, a hat on his head cover his silver hair.

"Aegon."

Aegon reached for her, "You wished to drink wine and walk the streets like a commoner. Come."

Alylla nodded before shrugging her shoulders and taking his hand and walking with him.

The streets were crowded, and full of commoners. They drank and laughed, some fought one another, other made noise that Alylla had never heard before.

Aegon pulled her along, keeping her close, "Stay close," He whispered and she nodded.

    She could smell shit and piss, as they walked, as they walked the street of silk, they went into a stone building.

    "Do you always come here?" Alylla was hesitant to ask, "Yes. Most nights."

    "But what of Hel- our sister?"

    Aegon shrugged, and Alylla nodded looking away as they sat at a table. A woman with rags walked up to them, "Two cups," Aegon grabbed gold placing down on the table for the woman to grab.

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