UNUSUAL ↠ GAME OF THRONES

FOUR

          "Careful, Jamiela! You might trip!" A giggle erupted from the young girl at the left, as she darted around a boy of twelve, her chestnut brown locks danced in the crisp winds. The boy, Renly, smiled as he playfully chased her around. The father chuckled, as his wife leaned his hand slyly at his shoulder.

"They have grown." The man murmured softly, the woman nodding along. "They truly have. It breaks my heart." They were interrupted by footsteps at the far right.

"My Lord," The messenger knelt. The father nod his head. "Rise." The man rose on his feet, and placed his arms at his back. "Your ship is ready, my Lord." The messenger bowed, before darting off, leaving the elder Baratheons to their privacy.

"Steffon, are you sure about this?" The woman asked her husband. Steffon stiffened at first, but the tension lasted only for a moment.

"Yes. Now we must leave."

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          The Baratheon lady's eyes opened, and shut again. The light was blinding, that Jamiela had to slowly open her lids to adjust to her surroundings. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and sat up. The curtains were already up, so Myriane must have went inside to open them. Unless....

"You're awake." Her eyes met Renly's and Jamiela smiled a bit. "Good morning." The words slipped off his tongue with gentleness, and Renly offered his hand to his sister.

Eager, Jamiela took it, and helped herself up. Renly gestured to the tray at the table at the far right, with a teapot and cups sitting on top. "Your handmaiden prepared those. In fact, she was far too eager to deliver it to you. She insisted that she showed me here herself."

Jamiela resisted the urge to roll her eyes playfully. Myriane did have a girlish crush on her brother, bothering Jamiela a bit. There was one afternoon, all Myriane could talk about was how handsome Renly was, etc.

"Well, I can't blame her. I think she enjoyed serving for you. A quiet lady, who wants nothing but books. It makes their work easier." Jamiela wanted to say, that it wasn't that, but a history of looking through Renly in the lore books, and sneaking a glance at her brother, but decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Anyways, Robert's out hunting with Lord Rickard and his sons, Brandon and Eddard. So basically, we have the castle to ourselves for now." Jamiela suddenly remembered Lyanna's invitation for a few lessons, and her face lightened at once.

"That's great!"

Renly chuckled at her sudden interest. "I thought so. I somehow knew that your reaction will be in the midst of happiness and sneakiness." told her brother.

"But first, I'll head to the library for my morning book." Renly was barely able to stifle his own groan, causing his sister to laugh.

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          Jamiela's hands brushed the spine of the vintage books, as dust found its way on her nails, but the Baratheon didn't seem to mind. There was no special event happening, right?

Her eyes searched for titles that interest her, give it about minutes later, Jamiela was holding seven books stacked on top of each other in her pale hands, albeit it was heavy.

"Need a hand?" She turned to see the third born Stark, whose name goes by.. Benjamin? "Um, I can manage." said Jamiela, even if her struggle was rather obvious. The Stark gave a half-hearted smirk, before getting a few books from the pile, lessening the weight. "Here."