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"Princess, the Lady Tyrell has asked me to relay if you plan on breaking your fast with them?"
Alysanne looked up from the desk she was bent over, hastily writing. Ink swirled on her hand and on the paper, drying in sharp crinkles. Her hand instinctively hid the writing from the servant girl.
She probably can't read. Her mind echoed, and she fought to restrain any external emotion showing. She kept her hand where it was, fingers twitching to set the quill down.
The servant girl was short and skinny, not a day above ten and two. Alysanne just stared at her for a few moments.
Would she be joining for breakfast? She didn't particularly feel like going. She was tired from days of traveling and carting around the thousands of roses Willas insisted she take. Do you like this one? Have it. What of this one? Take it too. It seemed like she'd never make it out of the garden, forever piled under a lump of bright, fresh roses.
"Yes, I will." Alysanne confirmed, giving a small nod of dismissal. She removed her hand from the parchment, ink slightly smudged. She didn't bring any sand with her, meaning she'd leave it to air dry or take her chances with folding it up and waxing it as it was.
She waited a few minutes after the girl had left to direct herself to the mess hall, where the Tyrell's broke fast as a family on the regular. It was like her own family, they all sat together and talked over each meal.
There was no one at the table. It was lined with all sorts of fruits, cut into small pieces. Eggs, cured meat and warm bread sat on the table, accompanied by butter and honey.
She sat alone at the table. On her plate she pulled bread and some custard filled pastry, along with a mound of green grapes. On a second plate, she stabbed some sort of melon with a utensil, giving it a small smell before tasting it.
It seemed to be a long time before anyone else entered the room. And of course it was Willas. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking at her in surprise.
"You're here alone?" He asked, scanning the room. "Where is my nephew? Or good sister?"
Alysanne did not respond. Her mouth hung open just a small bit, but no words came forward. Do I look like a keeper? How would I know where they are?
"Where is Lady Tyrell?" He asked an old maid collecting rubbish.
"Oh, the little Lord's got a fever I'm afraid." She responded. "The lady is with him. She insists you break your fast. The maesters have given the boy a tonic."
Willas' shoulders dropped a bit. He nodded and said, "thank you."
He rounded the table to sit directly next to Alysanne. Both of them sat at the body of the table, the head empty.
"Are you enjoying?" He asked, pointing to her plate. She had a warmed slice of bread slathered in butter, with a small drizzle of honey and a bit of salt sprinkled atop.
