{ forbidden fruit ~ GoT Open

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In all of Sunspear, she was known as the Forbidden Princess. No one except for family and close friends ever got to see Briar Martell. The princess rarely ever went outside to go into town or even ride horses. Her bedroom was up in the highest tower of the Martell stronghold. She is able to see everything from her room, which is the only way she can keep tabs on the city.

It seemed rather cruel, but Briar was used to it by now. She was still able to go out once a month with guards and that could be enough for the seventeen year old. She took a deep breath as she held up her skirts and walked down the tower steps. Her dark hair was back in plait and it fell down as far as her waist. She was dressed moderately, her black dress long and conservative. "It's a shame," People would say if they got a glimpse of her, "She's so beautiful, but doesn't have the shape of a woman."

Briar hummed softly and clasped her hands in front of her as she came down into the main hall.

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((Finally found a good pic of her. Here.))

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Anita paused at the edge of the hallway.

She was dressed in her typical wear.

Black leather pants hugging her legs.

Black boots up to her knees, laced with red cloth.

Black corset laced with the exact same red cloth.

Her hair was tied back.

It had been cut, cruelly, and she wished it was back down to her waist.

It was done in a strange way - not fitting for a queen.

Her eyes sparkled, the strange silver, gold, and ebony flecks shining.

"Ah. Briar."

Her accent, shaped from modern-day England, lilted around them.

"A pleasure, as always."

She approached slowly.

Her boots had no heels and made no noise on the stone.

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"Anita," Briar stopped for a moment and turned her gaze to the woman. She managed a small smile, though it was obviously forced, "I hope you've been well." She curtsied gently.

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Queen Anita Rose Targaryen-Blake was not particularly pleased at people who faked.
She smiled softly.

"Ah, very well. And you?"

Pleasantries.

Small-talk.

Little things that made royal life.

Anita hated it.

She lifted her head and flashed her eyes to the guards.

"I have the princess. No concerns."

"Is that dismissal?"

"Of course."

A guard nodded and took the arm of his brother, guiding them away.

Anita looked pleased.

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"I've been bored," This time, there was nothing but honesty in her voice, "I hate being trapped here."

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Anita nodded.

"I'm going out today. Would you like to join me? Surely, I can take care of you."

Her hand reached for her left hip and unsheathed a portion of the sword Anita always carried around.

At her back, two daggers were sheathed, just beside her spine. Hovering over her spine was another dagger. And hidden under her pants was yet another dagger.

Her bow and arrow were with Arget, her horse.

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Briar's interest was immediately piqued and she smiled, "Truly? You wouldn't mind having me along?" It was rare, if ever, that she was let to roam around outside of the castle. The people of Sunspear only ever had small glimpses of her.

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Anita raised her eyebrows.

"Have I ever lied to you, Briar?"

She hadn't.

She tried very, very hard not to lie.

It worked.

"Yes, I mean it.

You could ride Arget."

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The princess nearly clapped her hands together or twirled or something. She was beside herself with joy, "Thank you so, so much!"

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( that's the same thing you posted before lol)

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((Blame it on the internet.))

Anita grinned.

"But you have to be good.

I tell you to start running, you run.

I tell you to do something - anything - you do it."

She fixed her adopted daughter with a firm, motherly stare.
"Other than that, you've got some freedom."

She spun on her heel and led the way to the stable.

"First things first. You, my dear, need to change."

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Briar frowned and followed Anita down the corridor, "What do you mean? What's wrong with my dress?"

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Anita gave her a glance.

"You just said it."

She was silent for a moment.

"It's a dress."

She opened the stall to her mare, Arget, and clucked softly as the mare stepped up to her, nuzzling her shoulder.

"You want to know pure freedom, Briar? You need pants, boots, a tank-top. Your hair down, unstyled."

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She scrunched her nose and pursed her lips, "What does that have to do with freedom? Pants are for men, anyways. I've see women ride horses in dresses before."

Briar didn't want to change in front of Anita. She never changed in front of anyone, not even her handmaidens. After all, there was a reason she was always locked away.

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Anita sighed softly.

"You can go to the chambers and change."

She passed over a pair of leather pants and a shirt.

"There."

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Briar took the clothing without another word and spun on her heel, heading for a safe place to change. She didn't want to, but the fear of Anita refusing to take her out otherwise made her give in.

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Anita started to groom Arget, humming softly. "Briar! Come help me groom Arget, please."

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She came back in, now dressed down in the pants and shirt, though she looked uncomfortable with it, "Yes, m'am," she responded and walked over to her and the horse.

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Anita nodded.
"Now, Arget is a very special horse. Not only because she's mine - but because almost everyone in the castle can fit in her seat. Do you realize how... Unique that makes her?"

She didn't wait for an answer, stroking the brush down Arget's forelock.

"I want you to take a brush and start going over her coat in circles. In circles, blending with the natural way the coat goes. Do you need me to demonstrate?"

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"No," Briar muttered, picking up a brush and looking over Arget's coat, "I think I got it."