【 littlewinterdove :; 】⧐

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                         ❝  There is never a day I do not suffer heartache here,
                       but my lady mother oft said that speaking of sorrowful matters
                        lessens some of the burden of bearing them alone. You may
                           speak freely, if you wish to speak of it. I shall only listen. ❞

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_{^{It was true, the girl had taken Rhaenys’ place as Joffery’s favorite play
toy, as Cersies favorite thing to hate. Every day she witnessed the girl
deteriorate  a  bit at a time as she did and it broke her delicate heart in
two. She would  give anything to reclaim her place as the abused just
to see the little bird set free.}} 

             ❝                     It was a time much like this,
         a time when war was in the air and every man with a proper bloodline claimed
         himself king. Robert Baratheon and Rhaegar Targaryen…my father…were at the
         head of this war.

                          After  Robert … defeated  father it was clear he would be taking
                          the throne. The  Lannister’s  saw this and to prove their loyalty
                          they attacked Kings Landing and sent brutes to kill me and my
                          family. My mother and my baby brother…they…had their heads
                          bashed in by the one they call The Mountain.

      As for me…
         they  decided to  present me as a trophy for the new king.
         The daughter of his nemisis now serving as his slave girl.
         I’ve been a hostage  here ever since – something to keep
         Dorne from taking their revenge for my Mother. ❞

_{^{Her  tone is not bitter, nor sad. Only cautious, not wanting to reveal too
much  to  the  girl  lest she get them both in trouble. Her tone is cold –
numb, a reflection of the Stark girl’s future if she remained trapped here
among the lions.}}