Out of breath, with her arms full of brightly coloured bags, holly scurries down the stairs to the door.her feet feel numb while her mother, jocelyn, screams "holly, hurry up we are going to be late!"
Holly is tired of hearing the same words repeatedly over the last hour so she pierces her lips shut and slams the door behind her.The car engine roars and echoes through the sleeping street as Holly jumps on to her seat, heaving all her bags. With a final enormous roar, her mum hits the accelerator, rushing onto the motorway.
"Holly, you could make us late." Her father says, nervously tapping on his knee.
"Hey! Its not my fault that mum can't tell the time!" Holly snaps back
Jocelyn's hands stuck to the wheel jerkes the car to a sharp left causing the suitcases to crush Holly.
"Well, Holly, you should have gotten up earlier! Now i don't want any complaining for the rest of the trip, do i make myself clear?" Jocelyn responded sharply.
"Yes, Mum" Holly mumbles in pain.
Una extraña obsesión.
No supo cuando ni como empezó, era extraño que cada vez que lo veía sus instintos se ponía a flor de piel.
Su nombre era Daenerys Targeryen, y su vida había estado marcada por una obsesión silenciosa pero profunda: Jacaerys Velaryon.
Pero, como las olas que golpeaban la orilla, su obsesión se estrellaba contra la dura realidad de que Jacaerys parecía tan distante e inaccesible como el horizonte mismo.