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“You’re hiding from something, Septa.”
“I’m not!”
You whirled around, face blazing.
“Ha! A coward after all!” Lyonel growled, pointing at you. “It wasn’t that you’d never had the chance to marry, eh? Fucking hells, you’re comely enough. You’re also endearing. That’s worse. That’s dangerous.”
“My face is-” You began the sentence with heat, then thought better of it and took a deep breath, tamping down what felt like rage clawing at the back of your throat. Lyonel grinned, victorious.
It made you wish you had something heavy to throw.
“The visage of a septa is of no concern,” you told him, turning back towards the Mother.
“Fine. But answer my question anyway.”
“You may send me away once you have your answer.”
“That’s a chance you’ll have to take. Go on. Do as you’re told.”
Edda shares her hopes and dreams with her father. It does not go well. No rest for an *almost* septa who's a little too interesting for her own good!
Note: Thanks again to @cha0ticr0b0ticticr0 for letting me spew ideas at you. @vhagars-dementia - you created this prompt and then let me run with it. I'm having the most fun!
Also, @princessphilly you have been so sweet and encouraging! I'm also going to tag @sconniebelle and @tenderhoof because what you write makes me happy, and I hope to return the favor.
Also also, big love @girlwiththenegantattoo @everythingbutresolved @aherdofbees @vintageglassheart02













