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[hisdeathsong]

I hate you

          He had dozed off in that chair of his.

It didn't happen often, but when it did, the guards of the castle knew better than to bother him whenever it happened. The council chambers would then be blocked off and guarded accordingly, no one allowed in or out, until the king's eyes had opened once more.

Last night had just been terrible-- nightmares had filled his mind, where they'd find Morgana but in a state he'd rather not think about. Uther barely slept, and didn't even stop himself when his eyes begun to close after audiences with the people had been closed for the day.

          "I hate you."

He was woken up by a whispering, only barely having heard. Drowsiness made his eyes blurry and once his blinks had removed the blur, he saw a young woman, standing at the end of the room. He was confused-- he had never seen her before. 

Uther stumbled off of the wooden throne, squinting at the girl in front of him. 

          "But... what have I done to you?"

He woke up the next day, tucked into his bed in his royal chambers; he was sure it had all been a dream.

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Sliding through the cluster of tall trees, Morgana and her dark clothing stood in stark contrast to the snow around her. She was in search of certain roots Maester Luwin had bid her to find. Apparently they might aid in Bran's recovery. But the pale woman knew in her bones that no such healing powers could be found in the roots of a dead world. There were no more Children, no one left to guard the Weirwood's. Perhaps they could have helped the young Master, but they had left these lands long ago. Bending down she picked the weed as snow began to swirl in the sky. Continuing to repeat the action, Morgana straightened her back only when the basket was full. Just as the woman began to move back to the grounds of Winterfell, which was some ways off considering her isolated location- a snapping of a branch gave reason to pause. Whipping around, her green eyes narrowed at the small movement in the trees. "Who goes there?" She called out, voice rather biting. "State your name." Her pale fingers slid to the knife at her belt.

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I once had a class where I didn’t have to do anything- so my friend and I just watched A Princess for Christmas over and over again. It was March. 

Anthropology was my favorite class last year. 

I have a dog that sings to ‘Next to Me’. 

My favorite rock band is either The Doors or AC/DC.

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"You know nothing, Morgana Snow."

"Perhaps. But I know enough." She remarked, regarding the wild looking woman with apprehension. 

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24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

“It really would depend on how I felt about them, I wouldn’t just be with them for the physical aspect. If our friendship were to progress then I would- so yes.”