𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

Nothing More

Recap: In the last chapter a lot happened, a King celebrates the rains with feasts and tourney's, A mysterious new servant named Helena from Lannisport becomes friends with Dawn quickly, a jealous Queen that broke pride deciding to have Dawn stay in her chambers and a suspicious LittleFinger with Jaime Lannister.

               CHAPTER◇FOURTEEN

"You see them?"

"Yes, mother"

"What do you see?"

"Many, many stars, thousands of them"

"If you could take just one, would you?"

"No."

"No?"

"The other stars will become sad."

"You are pure as a Dove" mother smiles. "My sweet child, my sweet, sweet Dawn. You are gifted with goodness, let not the world change you" she cooed warmly as warm as those hands, in the cold but yet stay warm when they touched my face, she was a living sun but did not burn flesh, only the warmth of comfort and security. I could not remember her face, just her eyes and everything else smeared like mud on stone. I flung my eyes right wide open, finding myself laying on these familiar pillows and the pillars that still held lit candles with my surroundings that sat dim, flickering shadows on every wall and every part of the floors from it. Have I fallen asleep for a moment? I remember her grace clearly admitting for me to stay, she mentioned that she couldn't bare being alone, but didn't say a word after that and slept on the other side of the bed. I slightly looked over my shoulder once I had slowly sat up and viewed the back of her head, her hair still in a thick braid that laid out over the sheets. I knew as long as the stars were out I was not to leave her grace, even if she was unaware at this moment that I had awakened, but I also knew I could not go back to sleep—not after remembering my mother, so vivid in a dream that I swore to still feel the warmth of her hands on my face, it induced me to touch my own face, only to be reminded of the harsh hit that Cersei had given me, causing me to stifle a painful wince.

I managed to move from the bed without making any noise and made my way to her table where her half-empty vases of wine sat, as long as she didn't know I would be fine. You need this. I thought to myself, taking the vase and poured just a little into the chalice, looking over my shoulder to see a deep asleep woman, and oddly the moment was starting to feel much like the days of my looting. I was always as quiet as a mouse. You need this. I reassured myself and approached her open balcony that overlooked the sea and the city, so high the stars and the moon seemed so close, I could touch them, a few twinkled in the pitch black sky and the pale moon was as bright as a sun in the night, casting light all across the city and the shimmering seas. I managed to down the entire wine and stifled a cough in order to avoid waking her grace up, the burning fruits oddly satisfied my needs. Gods. I scowled, unsure if this was even the same wine I had drunk before, it burned like fire in water. When I gathered myself from the burn at my throat my eye caught someone further down, in between solid walls and narrow streets of the cities stood Lord Baelish, I recognize that tunic from afar anywhere, but the bright moon made the gray hair on both his sides radiate like silver fire and that had caught the corner of my eye. I was sure he couldn't see me from up here, and though he was as small as an insect my eyes could still view enough details, enough to see him speaking to someone outside of his brothel I assumed—a woman who was caressing the sharpness of his shoulders over his fabric. Everyone spoke about his brothel, his whore house as they say. It is said only noble men and women are members, and if you had the right price of gold you were allowed into this brothel of his, even as young as the age of twelve—boy and girl with wealth were allowed into Petyr's house of whores and watching him brought the sudden moment when he offered me to join, like some religious sept or high sparrow turning me on becoming a septa, so secretive and low like silent sisters overlooking a corpse during service, although I rejected his offer looking down at this man and brothel brought curiosity coursing down my thoughts. "Is that you?" a feminine yet hoarse voice softly spoke coming from behind, I swiftly spun and saw the flickering silhouette frame of hers behind the silk drapes for just a moment before her hands push them aside, revealing herself to me out on her wide space balcony, her eyes tiresome and full of exhaustion but her hair was kept almost untouched, not even a wisp of blonde hair to stand, like it had been groomed for a fortnight, the moon almost changing the color of her blonde hair to silver that glowed beneath it. The woman closed her robe and stood there, through her tiresome eyes and pale glowing facade sat still a confused but bleak expression "I thought you had fallen asleep." she croaked again.