after gathering her courage with a deep breath, she approached her brother.
“the maester shall not refuse you … and i shall be most grateful. is that not enough .ᐣ”
ᅠ 𝒊n his chambers, Alyssa stood, a guilty restlessness in her fingers —— one she could not hide even if she wanted to. pleading was not in her nature, therefore, ››
ᅠ “i see that your affection is reserved solely for my brother, ser,” the princess says, stopping in her steps as she is close enough, hands clasped before her. ››
ᅠ 𝒊t is from the balcony of the High Tower that Alyssa grows sullen and resentful, for he has a dragon and she does not ﹔ how often she has wished that her brother’s egg were hollow like hers, for then they would be more alike.
ᅠ “unlike all the others within these walls, uncle, i owe you neither obedience nor servitude.”
her lips were pursed in perpetual discontent, hands folded in front of her body, ››
ᅠ “i took pity on you, mother.”
the sweetness of her tone barely masked the mockery as she knelt beside the queen, resting her elbows on the stone and clasping her hands in prayer. ››
ᅠ “of course it’s me —— who did you expect, sister .ᐣ a ghost, or perhaps that one of your beetles had changed its form into a person .ᐣ”
despite the harshness of her tone, ››