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[Light]

CrimsonMoongirl

--- ɭɩʘɴʂ ---

Lannister's were proud.

Lannister's were strong--and most importantly Lannister's weren't failures.

But unfortunately... there was one person that marked up that clean and pristine reputation.

He showed up at the castle one day in rags looking just to be skin and bones. The sky that day resembled raspberries--just like his eyes. The vibrant red was mixed with yellow somewhere in there to make orange, and for some reason as God would have it, he had orange hair. It resembled a lions mane--albeit his was always unkempt. He was scrawny, couldn't hold a sword to save his life, and enjoyed art. Especially painting, that was what he spent most of his days doing.

As to how a beggar would end up in his sudden luxurious conditions... it's a better kept secret than the one about the cooks wife skipping town with a noble. No one questioned it though. They just left him be in a quiet corner, and hoped he wouldn't make a fuss--which he never did. He never even talked, and right now, a few of the servants had decided it was time to try and pressure him into speaking a few words; just his name was all they wanted to know, as that was even unknown. Undiscovered.

[CrimsonMoon]

Hmmm... How should i reply....}

The little princess was was walking through the courtyard of the Red Keep, a book in one hand. The book seemed almost too big for the delicate girl yet she fared well, she always looked like a glass doll... Beutiful, innocent... Untouchable

[Light]

( Have funnnnn~ )

The orange haired boy walked out of the castle quickly, a roll in his mouth as he tried to look too busy to talk.

"Is it George?

"Alfred?"

He shakes his head with a small sigh. Why were they so persistent?

"You can just tell us you know," the first one whines loudly, her voice loud enough to hear through the courtyard.

[CrimsonMoon]

The little princess glances up and puts the big book down on a stone bench, smiling and running toward him," Hi!" She sings

[Light]

He looks at her, his eyes widening a bit before he takes the roll out of his mouth and nods his head to her in greeting.

The servants quickly retreat from their pursuit and scurry back into the castle.

[CrimsonMoon]

The princess halts when the servants disappear, suddenly spinning on her heel and walking away," Saved ya," she chirps

[Light]

He follows after her quickly, not knowing where else to go. "Mhm." he sighs a bit and lets his shoulders relax.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ariella sits down on the stone bench and opens the book again, yawning slightly

[Light]

He sits on the ground near the bench and places the roll back in his mouth. She wasn't loud and noisy like the rest... thank the gods.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Are you a bastard..?" She asks

[Light]

He chokes a bit on the bread and leans forward coughing. "B-b-ba..." he looks up at her, his red eyes wide as saucers, "..." he nods his head and looks at his roll that had fallen on the ground in his shock... it was past five seconds...

[CrimsonMoon]

She sets the book on her lap and takes his cheek in both of her hands," You have cute ees though... And you look like a skinny lion,"

[Light]

He blinks at her seeming surprised by the sudden contact, "Nemaeus." he states bluntly, "not skinny lion."

[CrimsonMoon]

" thats your name, huh?" She asks, tilting her head, her blonde hair falling in front of her large blue ees

[Light]

He nods his head and nudges the roll into the grass, "MmM."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sniffs," Why are you so skinny?"

[Light]

He points to the bread on the ground tilting his eyebrow, "No food where I from."

[CrimsonMoon]

She suddenly looks sad and grabs his hand, putting the book down and pulling him," Lets get more then!"

[Light]

He stumbles up to his feet and trails after her, "More." he agrees after a moment of contemplation.

[CrimsonMoon]

The little girl squeaks in delight and hugs his arm, her head barely reached his shiulder," Mhm!" She sings