Lady Maya Branfield
• Original Character crafted for Game of Thrones verse.
• Malcolm Branfield's daughter
• Currently lives at Ironrath
• #MDNI
• Writer is over 21
#GOTRP#ASOIAFRP
"You are naive if you think that. They know Asher still goes out there to be close to you. My aunt's love for him is the only reason she hasn't reacted."
"You make it sound like I encouraged him to do so...."
And now her tone was shifting in annoyance of the topic.
"There won't be a war. There is no reason for it."
"I have missed you greatly, father. How are things at home?"
She squeezed his hand, happy to know that he was proud of her.
"I hope you can stay awhile."
"You are."
He took her hand to place a kiss on it.
"And I must say.... you have grown to become a beautiful women. Too much time passed from my last visit."
"You speak like my father cares of such consequences."
She grumbled before crossing her arms.
"I care because I don't want my family thrown into a war. I would think you would care not to put Asher in that situation."
"And he'd know the consequences of that."
She was quick to correct her before her gaze moved around briefly.
"I won't be here for long. I just...
Why do you care anyway ?"
Just when she thought to have securely passed her, the touch on her arm made her flinch as she stumbled after the other.
With a racing heart herself, she frowned.
"And why is that ? I have free will to walk around."
Her head tilts and she steps forward to grab her arm. She tugged her into the alley.
"You can't be this close to Ironrath."
Her heart raced as she looked around for any of her families spies or guards.
Passing @WildAtHeaxt she made sure to pull her hood deeper into her face. She had managed to escape the guards eyes so far but women were far more difficult to simply slip by.