𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

A Hunt To Remember

                                   𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞

-RECAP-

In the last chapter Dawn finds out the truth about Mitharros and its dangers by a woman named Lynora Hickleber who used to live there, she was a whore from one of Petyrs pillow houses. In a few past chapters the girl learns about herself and her past, learning about who her real father is, and still trying to figure out who she is. In this Chapter things unveil, all whilst the King plans a good boar hunt.
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The Bastard daughter to an unfaithful King. The peasant girl. . .The Lost Girl. Snow. Dawn Snow. I could not recognize my name - nothing but a title. As mother once said, Let the world not change you, but yesteryear I have died the moment I took as servant, into this cesspit scented of a city. I could see her sulking eyes looked into mine. Gods be with you, Lynora. I had all the ravaged thoughts of bloodshed grass, her bleak story was written in my head like a forbidden book. I believed her.

"I take you did not sleep so well last night?" Helena's voice whispered amongst the rest of the mustering women around us, very quickly I blinked the thoughts away, feeling the present swallowing me whole once more. A sullen present. I took in what was left in me to smile and greet her eyes with mine, she always looked anew, her skin always seemed to become more porcelain, and her hair was more silk than silk itself, with fair cleavage breasts that unintentionally took me by surprise, the woman could not have a care if a tit spilled over.
"I take you enjoyed breaking your fast?" I answer. A tired - but beaming - smile took her mouth.
"Eggs, Oats and wet buttered bread, then washed it down with Dornish wine. . .would that I shared, but you were nowhere to be found at first sunrise."
"Dornish?" I questioned curiously. I prefer Hippocras. I thought to myself, and wash away these thoughts, and let it put me to rest, these sleepless nights drain my very flesh and bones. "Then I presume you awakened on the bedside of the armoured men." I say, but Helena responded to that comment with a coy smile, needing to say no other words for me to know her devious little answers. I took in the sight of our surroundings once more, and it has just dawned on me where we were but not for what. It was the Great Hall, empty sat the Iron Throne, but not the room, like a hundred hens we were standing here with no answers as to why and by whom, only that they were orders. I couldn't help but fear a little in hopes this had very little to do with the knowledge that I know, or nothing at all of what I know.

At the sound of a door flying open, immediately we showed our courtesy the single moment the brooding King came through, his steps stern and seemingly dedicated to approach the throne, wearing his crown heavy that it weighed down the faint crinkles on his forehead skin, he was clad in a brown leather vest beneath velvet red and his boots thumped hard whilst he effortlessly stormed - almost like he was not in any mood to be here. The King was so large that I could scarcely see her grace walking alongside to his right, just the flowing red gown that dragged behind her steps, and a bit of gold locks of hair following behind like a yellow veil, the two were accompanied by a small party of guardsmen who followed along with Jon Arryn and Jaime Lannister. "I hear he plans something ahead." someone whispered behind me to another servant. The King and his council members walked up the steps, leaving Robert to sit and sprawl on his Iron Throne with Jaime to stand next to him in his golden armory and white cape that shimmered the silk to the dawning sun beaming through, he was craning his neck triumphantly as the smug look in his eyes searchingly observed across the wide range of serfs, maidens, cooks and such, just standing in the Throne Hall, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword as if needed to be cautious for some reason. Petyr Baelish sat on that strange squeaking chair of his, and then sitting to Robert's left side, I was able to fully see the Queen, her head full of braids wrapped around her head like a crown to a sullen face, always sulking, always brooding at the crowd, not quite keen to be here, she never really was. Jon Arryn was the only man who stood further from them, standing on the top second step from the Throne, wearing a gray and dark blue doublet printed in small details, the collar was embroidered of golden velvet to the brim of his collared sleeves that matched his leathered black buckle boots, - far better than the ones Robert wore, just plain brown and hardly fastened, as if his feet were too fat to fit in them. In silence stood everyone, the many faces watched Jon Arryn pulling out a long scroll, undoing it gently with his fingers and cleared his throat "You may step forward if I call your name" he started off, his voice echoing thinly across the room, the words itself caused a mutter of whispers to linger here and there from one another, worrisome looks were shared "Eliouse Trodes" Jon Arryn calls out first, a scrawny woman in her forties stepped forward timidly out of the crowd "Gladys Hemasing. . .Yula Smith. . .Jordy Brakson. . .Evan Hornole. . ." I watched one by one women and men emerging out of the crowd and into the open. "Terrin Fortwin. . .Agatha Moar. . .Gaine Wicker. . .Helena Myller. . ." my breath stifled to the sound of her name, but it not seemed it bothered her too much as she freely approached out of the little crowd left there were in front of us, and after at least twenty-five more names, there came my name. . . the last one. I was hesitant, but my feet thought acted itself to step forward, and there Cersei took nothing but a short glance at me before dropping her gaze to her tangled fingers. The Hand of the King closed the scroll "As the lot of you may not know" the Hand starts off, collapsing his hands together below his abdomen, much like her grace "A hunt will be taking place - as the Hand, I will sit the throne in his stead. Those named are maidens, handmaidens, cooks and such will accompany his side, It'll last less than a fortnight and should be leaving by dawn. As for the rest of you, you will continue doing your duties within the keep." he announced, soon the hall no longer became tense as one chatted with the other, whispers scattered like soft quiet rivers and others evidently excited.