{ forbidden fruit ~ GoT Open

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"Oh, Briar, you and I can still sit together. Jean-Claude will just sit opposite us." Anita flashed Briar a glance, silently asking if this was alright with her.

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Briar blinked and nodded, "Alright, that sounds nice." She looked too Jean-Claude and smiled hesitantly, "Is that okay?"

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Jean-Claude smiled.
"That would be perfect, thank you."

((Jean-Claude and Anita))

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[ oh my, he's tall xDD ]

Briar smiled, looking more comfortable now, and still held onto Anita's hand as she walked toward the dining table.

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Anita sat in the chair, Jean-Claude across from them. She smiled. "So, Jean-Claude, how has your kingdom been?"

"It has faired well, ma petite."

Anita grimaced. "Good. I'm glad."

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Briar sat next to Anita, gently keeping her hands in her lap. She listened to them converse, her dark brown eyes darting between them. They seemed well-acquainted, like they'd known each other for a while.

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Anita leaned back, goblet in hand.
Sweet white wine was in it, sparkling in the light.

"Ma petite, how you have grown."

"Indeed, Jean-Claude. Your sense in fashion hasn't changed."

"No, it has not."

"Good. You always were reliable." Anita sipped the wine, closing her eyes to savor the taste.

"And you always chose good wines."

((Jean-Claude is Anita's adopted brother. They aren't any kind of sexy together. And Jean-Claude is much younger than Anita, around Briar's age, give a year or two.))

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The conversation made her smile and Briar cut in as politely as she could, "Do you two know each already? You seem very close."

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Anita glanced at Jean-Claude and flashed a loving, sisterly smile.
"After my escape, I was in need of a family. Jean-Claude and his family took me in. Briar, Jean-Claude is my brother. Of sorts." She shrugged delicately, elegantly as only a Queen can do.

Jean-Claude grinned.
"When she came to us, Anita was so frail and small that I called her ma petite - my little one. And I was Jean for a long, long time. Then she departed, became royalty." He winked at Briar.

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Briar smiled, "So you're family! That explains it. You act that way," she nodded.

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Jean-Claude threw back his head and let out a rich, beautiful laugh.
It stroked the air like fur down skin, chilling the world.
People glanced at him, but he didn't notice.

"You amuse me so, Princesse." He smiled at her before leaning back, sipping his own wine - rich, dark red.

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Briar blushed lightly and looked down at her hands, "I do? But why?"

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Anita quirked her lips into a smile. "Jean-Claude finds anyone who doesn't fall to his feet instantly amusing." She shrugged again. "I apparently kept myself alive with his family by making him laugh every two seconds." She lifted her goblet in a gentle toast before raising the cup to her lips, sipping it delicately.

Jean-Claude nodded. "You amuse me because you are so..." He paused. "Keen."

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Briar hadn't even touched her wine. She didn't like alcohol because it made her head fuzzy and her body too warm, "No one has ever called me keen before now," she mused with a gentle smile, "I take that as a compliment."

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Anita snorted. "Tch. Coming from Jean-Claude, you're a genius." She flashed a feral grin at her brother, who merely batted sapphire eyes at her.

"I am a genius."

"We are aware of your ego, Jean."

The boy nodded. "Good." He swished his wine about his cup, peering at Briar. "You have a fineness about you, ma belle." He tapped his chin with a forefinger.

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"Fineness?" Briar folded a small cloth in her lap, to catch any fallen crumbs. Her brown eyes flicked up to his face, "How so?"

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Jean-Claude tilted his head, studying her, memorizing the planes of her face.
Anita watched, mildly amused, eating bread she had kneaded with her own hands, cheese she had pounded into obedience and creation.

"I do not know how to tell you, ma belle. You are beautiful, graceful, elegant. Proud, quick as a cat and curious as a jay."

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Beautiful. That word jump-started her heart and she looked away, face inflamed, "You flatter me, Jean-Claude. Those are a lot of compliments to give someone you've only just met."

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He shrugged lightly. "Anita has spoken so fondly of you, Princesse, that I feel I already know you." He smiled softly, his own blush creeping up that deadly pale flesh of his. "But I merely speak the truth."

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"I do hope to get to know you," Briar cleared her throat and looked back over at him, "You'll be around often to visit Anita, won't you?"