𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

6

VISENYA TARGARYEN

      

ALYSANNE'S family quarters in which they lived in at King's Landing were nice, but they certainly weren't home. On the rise of her hatred and anger for her Uncle that had lied to her face for years. It burned through her like that of a flame, and the only thing he could offer in a form of apology was a new set of finely made dresses. It was very much true, the man didn't know how to truly apologise to those he claimed to be his children. But Alys did love the white dress that had golden gems wrapped tightly around the waist and shoulders. The dress glittered within the sun, and Alys knew she looked beautiful in it.

Such a thing couldn't be denied, not even by her.

"I'm sending you three back to Winterfell," said their father as he leaned slightly against a table. His leg had still yet to recover.

"What?!" Hissed Sansa, her outage couldn't be made any clearer than it currently was. Alys didn't have much to say on the matter, she'd much prefer to be back at home. King's Landing was tainted in a way she had yet to understand.

"Listen," said Eddard, looking upon his daughters with a frown. Alys crossed her arms, turning her gaze in a rather petulant manner.

"I don't mind going home, it's better then being here." Muttered Alys.

"What about Joffrey?" Asked Sansa.

Arya blinked. "Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you're sending us home?"

Alys smirked. "Yes, why are we going home?"

"I, we'll talk about that later. But for now you three must leave."

"You never tell us anything," spat Alysanne, barely containing the rage that had continued to fester.

"Please, Father. Please don't." Begged Sansa, as she couldn't bear the thought of leaving her beloved Joffrey behind. It disgusted Alys to no end.

"You can't," complained Arya. "I've got my lessons with Syrio. I'm finally getting good."

Alys blinked, I won't be able to train with Ser Barristan. And that truly broke her heart, for the old man had been a dear friend in such troubling times. And suddenly, Alysanne didn't wish to leave either.

"Must we go?" She asked.

"This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety."

"Can't we take Syrio back with us?"

Alysanne snorted, as the thought was mildly entertaining. But she doubted a man that was used to much heat would take well to the idea of staying in the North. It would be far too cold for his liking.