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THE LADY IN WHITE

THE LADY IN WHITE

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ALYSANNE Snow preferred the colour white, especially when it came to the dresses in which she wore. Despite the mere fact of her station in life as a bastard her father cared for her greatly. And had claimed to have given her many objects that once belonged to her mother. And the dresses in which she wore weren't for a commoner much to the dislike of Lady Catelyn. The woman thought Alys' main purpose in life was to become better than her daughters at everything in which she did.

Which, in truth, was ridiculous. But perhaps it always had been so. And from that, Catelyn made sure at least one of the Stark children despised her. And it was this which had Sansa glaring at her from across the table.

"Enough of that, young lady. Eat your food," demanded Septa Mordane, glaring fiercely at Arya. Determined to ignore the rudeness in which was being directed at Alys. The Septa had never cared for Alysanne, in fact, she would go so far as to say the woman despised her greatly.

"I'm practicing!" Hissed Arya as she viciously stabbed another piece of meat. Alysanne could only guess for what, and she sincerely hoped Arya was saving her stabbing for the Prince.

"Practicing for what?"

"The Prince."

Alys laughed, for it was that funny. And she could imagine it too, what a pleasant thought it was!

He could do with a good solid stabbing, I'm sure it'd shut up his whiny behaviour. For good.

"Arya, stop!" Insisted Septa Mordane.

"He's a liar and a coward and he killed my friend!"

"The Prince is an ass, don't worry, Arya. You can say it. He should be rotting away with Mycah."

Sansa gasped in horror, looking to her older sister with barely disguised disdain. But that was in no way new to Alys, she was used to receiving looks from Sansa. That's the way it had been for years.

"Alysanne Snow, you will not speak of the Prince in such a way!" Scolded Mordane, a scowl upon her lips. But it changed nothing.

"The Hound killed your friend," said Sansa.

"The Hound does whatever the Prince tells him to do," snapped Arya.

"Mmm," muttered Alys. For it was very much true.

"You're an idiot."

"You're a liar. And if you told the truth, Mycah would be alive," hissed Arya.

Alys flinched, for although she wished to deny it but Arya was speaking only of the truth. It was quite frightening how easily Sansa had accepted the death of a poor innocent boy. It was beyond her understanding, for she certainly wouldn't be able to feel the same. But Alys would never have lied.

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