#arc v.

[6amcoffe]

если проснусь а он не под ёлкой придется любить 🤜 и 🤜 уважать 🎅

ill finish holiday draws later, gotta start drinking now

[stormsdeer]

@misvos sent : sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.

a simply royal hunt. a rare visit to the crownlands that should have been just some fun change from the usual daily life at storm's end. her father may never let her out of his sight, or gods forbid the house, the moment he would receive word of this.

it was over before her mind could properly understand what had just transpired, fingers still clutching the handle of a dagger barely drawn. something had felt amiss, a feeling of dread causing enough unease to have kept hand close to concealed weapon. yet floris had been too slow in taking action. it was undoubtedly the grace of the gods that the prince had been there to prevent what could have been a severe tragedy, slaying the rogue before ever having the chance to touch her.

she shouldn't have wandered off, too excited about exploring the kingswood and gathering plants. should've listened to her father about not going anywhere alone.

it was not her first time seeing blood or a body. but it was different knowing it to be the corpse of one who'd have easily laid hands on her if not for prince valarr's swift interference. " t-thank you, my prince, i was too slow. i ... how are you here? i thought — well it does not matter, i suppose. " it was hard to think; her mind all over the place, attempting to process all this, to try and figure out the reason for the foiled attack.

[stormsdeer]

@bratheon liked for a starter.

" you promised me. " she was but half present as those words were uttered, her mind instead travelling all the way back into the past. there stood a young girl, crying her eyes out, unable to understand why her father must leave her and why none could tell her when he would return.

it had instilled a fear, all that had happened back then. it was a rude awakening for a child of but near 8 summers old to learn that there was but one person to depend on in the whole of storm's end. and he had set off to war. floris had never forgotten this harsh lesson ever since: without her father, her life would be handed over to family who cared nothing for the heir's only child. it would be forfeited, controlled and discarded by those who only saw an obstacle when gazing at her.

why? why must he do this when knowing what would happen should this trial end in death?

he had promised her. her father had promised he'd always protect her. and in the act of agreeing to participate in the trial, it felt as if he were halfway breaking it. she felt for the hedge knight's plight, truly she did, but must it be her father? could no other do it? floris knew the answer. no, for no other would take up arms to join ser duncan. it was the right thing, the decent thing to do as a knight. this did not make it any more bearable.

" you promised me back then you'd not leave me. why must you insist on this? you know how the last trial of the seven ended, father!! must i sit there come dawn and wonder if this will be the last day i will ever have with you? "