{ forbidden fruit ~ GoT Open

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Jean-Claude entered.
It was strange, but true.

"Mm. Beautiful room."

"Jean, get out!"

"Why?"

"Because.. Briar is in here." Anita pushed him out.

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Briar blinked and paused, looking back at the door. Had that been Jean-Claude's voice? That's impossible, he didn't know where her room was..

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"I like her, Anita. You cannot stop me. You've tried before."

"She is but a young girl, Jean! You cannot take her like all the others."

"Not like the others, no. But she is special."

"I agree, but, Jean, if you hurt her..." Anita's eyes darkened.

"Threat taken." Jean-Claude lifted his hands in surrender.

"Good."

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Briar finished up in the bathroom and walked back out to her room, keeping her arms crossed over her chest, "Anita?"

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Anita lifted her head. "Mm?"

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"W-Who are you talking to?" Her brown eyes darted to the door, looking wary.

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Anita frowned softly.
Jean-Claude was outside.
"I was talking to Jean-Claude."

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Briar relaxed just a little and picked at the sleeve of her nightgown, "He's here already? We haven't even gotten dressed."

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"He stopped by to leave a present for you." Anita smiled.

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"A present?" She stepped forward and a small smile tugged at her lips, "What is it?"

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Anita smiled. "Look outside."

Outside, there was a beautiful black filly.
Her mane and tail were thick, luscious, curly.
Her eyes were dark, her coat black.
She nickered, pawing at the ground.

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Briar hurried to look and her eyes grew wide, "A horse? My own horse?" She sounded astonished, but her smile grew wide.

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She nodded. "Yes." She shrugged lightly. "He says it's a gift, and the only thing he wants in return is to see you ride it."

((Horse))

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Briar hurried to her wardrobe and pulled it open, displaying the row of brightly colored dresses. All of them were handmade by herself, but they were fit for a princess. She chose a dark burgundy dress that was a little shorter than the others, more fit for riding a horse, "That was very sweet of him! I'll have to thank him straight away."

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"And you shall. Lunch is soon." Anita was already dressed - dark blue dress, hair piled atop her head in rich, beautiful curls, light makeup that suited her complexion, hair, and eyes well. She liked to look good for Jean-Claude, merely because it made him laugh to see his little gutter girl so pretty.

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Briar changed behind a small screen, putting on a thin slip, then her dress. She held the front against her flat chest and walked out, "Can you lace me up?" she asked shyly.

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"My, don't you look beautiful." She smiled, nearly prancing over to Briar, just behind her. She laced up the dress with quick, experienced fingers. Anita nodded, looking pleased. "You look like a princess."

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"Thank you. I made this dress for riding horses. It won't get stuck around my ankles," She slipped on a pair of flat boots and tied her mahogany hair up into a loose ponytail.

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Anita's dress was long, but she wore her boots, leather pants, and her skirts were removable. She planned on riding to the lunch, just like Jean-Claude. "Shall we go?"

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"Yes!" Briar walked to the door with light footsteps, opening her door and slipping out into the corridor.