𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

18

VALAR DOHAERIS

               

VISENYA wished for Winterfell more than anything, as this hot barren land that stood next to the sea tall and proud could not be her home. And it never would be, she was sure of it. Right down to every bone within her small body, it didn't possess the summer gales that she missed ever so dearly.

Only the North could claim to such beauty.

She missed the glittering summer sun that held little heat to it compared to the lands in which she stood in. The wind was just as mighty in Winterfell, but here it was dry as a bone. There would be no snow in Slavers Bay.

Barristan looked upon the harbour in disdain. But it couldn't be helped. He had never held the heart for slavery or anything related to that.

"Slavers," spat the Knight.

Rickon only grasped all the more tighter at his older sister's hand at seeing the clear rage that could be seen on the Knight's face. As Rickon was a child, he understood little about the culture and the true meaning of slavery. Visenya, however, thought it was all rather distasteful, this place wasn't home and she would yearn for Winterfell all the more. It was impressive, that much was for sure, the towering buildings that shadowed them were a sight to be seen. But it wasn't impressive enough to ignore the clear sight of slaves, it made her stomach churn. For how could she look upon these people and smile? When all they had ever known were the chains of oppression and the certain lack of free will.

"Are we safe?" Asked Visenya, pulling her little brother into a tight embrace.

Barristan merely glared at the men with whips.

"Are we ever safe, Princess?"

Visenya shook her head. No, we are not, she thought.

"How can they even keep slaves? I know the world is a cruel place! I've seen the horrors, especially what has been done to my family because of the Lannisters! But even now, these people hold nothing to themselves but chains. How could anyone do such a thing?" Asked Visenya, but mostly to herself.

For how could they?

Ser Barristan simply frowned as they looked upon those in chains, but there was little they could do about the slavery that had shaped a nation into what it was today. It was lead by the choices their people had made, they could do nothing for them.

"Nothing can be done," said the Knight.

Visenya could only nod ever so reluctantly.