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Eçhø only ————————— Jean Greyjoy, a pretty young girl who was the mistaken daughter of the Greyjoys. Her father hated her, it was a statement, he hated having an extra daughter of all things a daughter, he hated having one. Even if she had long beautiful blonde hair and dazzling green-blue eyes no, he still hated her. She didnt hate him though, she disliked him for the way he treated her but she was his child, it was for certain and he couldn't change that.
Today, it was a winter evening, snow was falling and everything was beautiful, she wore a long black dress that was like any style you'd find in the Greyjoy kingdom. She sighed and held her dress so it wouldn't drag.
She slipped up to the guarded door and knocked "King Greyjoy it is me, Jean, you called for me, what is it that i may assist you with?" She asked the formaly.
Valgar was sitting in his throne, drumming his fingers impatiently against the arm of the chair. He hadn't, in fact, called his mistaken daughter but he had called his wife. He growled under his breath and straightened up. "I didn't call you," he said loudly and scary. "What do you want?"
"Im not i promise" she said hoping he wouldn't hit her for telling the truth, you could see in her eyes she was telling the truth, but he wouldn't believe her, he never did
Valgar's eyes flashed in furious anger, so much of which he saw white for an instant in rage. "You little b***h!" he boomed. "How dare you?! Guard. get this little we**h out of my sight!"
Valgar couldn't bear the thought that she was right. To get rid of the feeling, the man grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows and fetcher his horse from the stables. He didn't even bother to saddle it; he mounted bareback and rode towards the forest.
Once the king got to the forest he got off his horse and trusted it to stay where he left it. Valgar slipped the bow into his hands and half-nocked an arrow to the string. Letting his animalistic ways take over, he growled and looked around for any signs of prey.
Valgar pricked his ears up as he heard the sound of a twig snapping. He turned slowly to his left and saw a beautiful thirteen-point buck. Valgar pulled the arrow all the way back and aimed. He let the arrow fly and it killed the deer instantly.