Mother, Sister, Friend. Help Me Through My Darkest ~Cryssie~

[moonlightnightmare]

Emmalin cloaked her head, hiding the color of her hair from everyone. She wasn't proud of who she was. In fact, her entire family was rumored have been wiped out long ago. But there were still a few remainders who strangled along in life. Finding their places and hiding there. The North...She prayed the North was her place. She walked around the streets of the stronghold known as Winterfell. She found herself bumping into someone and bringing herself to apologize.
"My apologies. I should learn to be more careful."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"That's alright," a girl said demurely. She hardly even looked at Emmalin as she continued toward the prince's quarters. She carried a basket of clothing in her hands. She might be the lord of Winterfell's daughter, but she was still a bastard. And so she was a servant.

[moonlightnightmare]

"Wait....Let me help you. That looks a little heavy."She replied, quickly.