Mother. [ the word almost feels foreign in her mouth and yet she longs for the woman whom it represents. there had been a time she resented her mother for sending her to king's landing, for trying to force her into being a lady but now she would gladly put on a fine dress if it meant seeing her mother again... alright, not gladly but perhaps without too much of a battle. or... she wouldn't run away this time.
the food looks too good resist and she hums softly before she moves to reach out for the things her father draws near. she reaches for the potatoes first, stuffing them in her mouth with a ferocity that would probably earn her a great scolding had her lady mother been there. but her stomach demands the food and she eats it happily, staying pressed to her father's side, still conflicted as to what to think about any of this.]
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the food looks too good resist and she hums softly before she moves to reach out for the things her father draws near. she reaches for the potatoes first, stuffing them in her mouth with a ferocity that would probably earn her a great scolding had her lady mother been there. but her stomach demands the food and she eats it happily, staying pressed to her father's side, still conflicted as to what to think about any of this.]