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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ act one ━━ 𝗼𝗻𝗲. · 。ﾟ୧ ⋆. 𝗔 𝗧𝗬𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚. ₊˚.༄ ━━━ A NEW BEGINNING, ❝ i wish to find love like yours one day ❞
𝓣he smell of salt water mixed with freshly grown roses hit the brunette's senses as she ran through the large garden. Tall hedges stood nearly nine feet above her petite figure as she leant against one of the hedges breathlessly. A grin on her lips as she tried to steady her breathing.
She pressed her lips down into a thin line to stop herself from giggling as she could faintly see her brother jumping out across from her thinking she was behind one of the shrubs only for his dismay to see there was no one there.
"Aelina, I give up." Loras called out looking around him, trying to spot the girl in the baby pink gown.
Tip toeing around the hedges she made her way behind him.
Loras' lips twitched into a smirk hearing the shifting of the girl's dress against the stone floor.
"Boo!" She placed her hands on the back of his flimsy shirt. He turned and rose a brow at her. "Not even a little scared?" She asked her bottom lip stuck out into a pout.
Loras shrugged, "A little." He lied earning an eye roll from the brunette who shoved him playfully. "We must meet father and the others for the fight."
Aelina rolled her eyes, "I hate the fights, they're barbaric." She sighed.
"Sweetheart, what do you suppose everyone do during their free time? Not everyone can paint and dance in a garden." He teased her as they walked down the stone steps outside of their home towards the beach.
"No, but, perhaps something less feral." She shrugged.
"When you think of something, let me know, dear sister."
"What about eating contests? I'm sure the men would get a kick out of that, no?" She questioned.
"I'm afraid you've gotten what men enjoy vastly different in your head."
Aelina thought to herself, tilting her head. "Other than drinking, and sleeping with women in the village; I'm not sure having an eating contest is farfetched."
Loras nodded, "That's true."
"What does Renly like? He seems to enjoy what you do." She asked glancing around them making sure no one could overhear the two, granted half of their people had gone to the beach and only a few women and children resided in the main village.
