𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

4

LITTLE BASTARD SNOW

       

ALYSANNE found that the old hidden room in which she'd discovered had quickly became her hiding place. It was far better than being stuck with the elite above. They weren't pleasant in the slightest. Nor did she get along with any of the girls her age, they all seemed to despise her for one reason or another. But the ancient room with scrolls and chests, and enough space to practice her swordsmanship was perfect. Not to mention there was a sense of quietness that was hard to leave behind.

Alysanne gazed at the old ancient scrolls that were before her, they held much knowledge. She could only frown, for the language that it was written in couldn't be read, not if you didn't understand High Valyrian. She wished it was so. But it could never be, it was an ancient language that was mostly forgotten by now. She knew it, as did everyone else.

"Hello again, I thought I might find you here, my lady." Alys smiled for she knew that voice, and it was kind. She beamed at Ser Barristan, caressing the beautiful old scrolls and the dancing dragons that were drawn upon the paper. They were a marvellous sight to be behold, and in times like these, she almost wished she had a dragon herself. For she could fly away and never return to the land that judged her so harshly for the matter of her birth.

"Ser Barristan, how are you?" She asked, her violet eyes glinted under the candlelight. A unique colour that was admired by many.

Not that I deserve such admiration, for in the end of all things, I'm but a bastard.

And nobody could respect and love a child that was born out of wedlock, or so said the elite.

"I'm well," he said. But the frown upon his lips was not to be dismissed, something had clearly upset the man and it festered deep within his soul. She knew this was so, Alys had seen it in many men before this one. This man, who'd quite quickly became a friend of hers, was in much pain and it only continued to grow the more he stared upon her features.

Alysanne didn't know how she knew that, she just did. "Is something wrong?" She asked.

Ser Barristan chuckled bitterly, for the same thoughts lingered within his mind as they always had. He despised King Robert and his coward of a son with all which he was, not that he'd ever admit to such a thing out loud. He would much prefer to keep his head upon his shoulders, thank you very much.

"I'm fine," replied Ser Barristan, looking to the chests with a soft smile on his lips. He urged her closer to the dark wood and what was hidden inside.

"Do you know what's in these, my lady?" Asked Barristan with a rather mischievous look upon his face. There was nothing more to it than that.

Alys raised a brow in thought as she lifted the lid ever so curiously, she couldn't quite contain her gasp of disbelief, for in front of her very own two eyes were four dragon eggs. And they were marvellous!