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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 21:54:05 GMT -5
Aryanna pulls it out daintily and opens it up to read.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 21:57:53 GMT -5
She said that we could be friends, that we could share secrets... and then, when I told her, she said she'd tell everyone... what I had done... unless I did this... this horrible thing. If you are reading this, then I am dead. Better that, then everyone knows what I have done.. I am so ashamed. Please do not let my parents know what their daughter has become. -Melissa
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Post by Fel on Dec 15, 2009 22:07:10 GMT -5
Tonio took the letter from Aryanna's hand and left the room. Several minutes later, Maester Polsen enters to tend to Aryanna's wound.
Polsen shakes his head sadly at the sight of the dead girl. "Oh Melissa, who drove you to do this?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
"Will my hand be okay Maester Polsen?" She asked in a scared voice, still sniffling. "She seemed so happy to talk to me I thought she was.."
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Post by Fel on Dec 15, 2009 22:13:20 GMT -5
He put a hand on her shoulder to calm her. "Your hand will heal fine, I promise," he said examining it. He rubbed a stinging paste into the wound, that wrapped it in a bandage.
He pulled a small bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Some dreamwine," he said, "to help you rest tonight."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 22:29:36 GMT -5
She winced and held her arm. "Thank you Maester, you're kind." She tried to avoid looking at the dead body and went to sit in a chair. Ary placed her own dagger beside her and watched both of the men warily.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 22:49:13 GMT -5
Tyrek Hardying arrived, and poked his head into Arya's chambers.
"Aryanna, my gods, are you alright? The word is spreading through the castle like wildfire that someone was attacked... I thought it must be you.. who would do such a thing?" He glanced down at the body on the ground and bite his fist.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 22:56:14 GMT -5
She looked at Tyrek with sorrow in her eyes but did not move much from her chair. "Someone. I don't like killing Tyrek, but I didn't have a choice. This isn't who I want to be."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 22:57:46 GMT -5
Tyrek rushed forward to hug her, tucking her head into his shoulder, and rubbing her back.
"Don't think of it Aryanna, dear, you did what you had to. I wish I had been here to help you, protect you." He said.
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Post by Fel on Dec 15, 2009 22:59:17 GMT -5
Maester Polsen quietly has guards remove the girl's body, then leaves.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 23:01:44 GMT -5
She sniffled and sobbed. "If you were here then they would have sent one or two men. Now the next time...they'll make certain to finish me."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:02:30 GMT -5
"They aren't going to finish you Aryanna, you'll be safe, I promise," Tyrek said.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 23:06:49 GMT -5
"I have to stay here still. Did they say anything about me?" She asked suddenly.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:07:59 GMT -5
"Did who say anything about you?" Tyrek replied... "And you can't stay here, it isn't safe here. You should be with your own people, people you know."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 23:10:29 GMT -5
"Everyone that was talking, did they say mean things about me?" She ignored his question for a while to sob. "I'm not safe anywhere. They attacked even my father's manse Tyrek!"
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