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Tainted (a Fanfiction Story based on Game of Thrones Series) 12
Chapter 12: The Old Lady at Casterly Rock
Meanwhile at Lady Sansa's chamber..
"Take it off, it will never fit me! I hated the idea of wearing such awful dress. Find me something fancier, would you!" the young lady had impatiently hissed to her attending servants. As Racy noticed of Sansa's impatient tone, she rushed at once to the young lady's wardrobe to look for another fancy dress she could wear at the small dinner held at the Castle's Garden hosted by Queen Cersei herself for the Winterfell highborns.
"Try this one, my Lady." she showed her the elegant dress she had found. It was her own choice. She had hope the young lady would like it. Her taste of style never failed her.
Sansa eyed on her and gave her a sharp look.
"Go get it quickly, Leila."
Sansa commanded to one of her servant and the girl had swiftly took the dress from Racy's hands.
Racy was glad and silently smiled when she had noticed the young Lady liked the dress she had chosen for her.
And the three of them had followed Lady Sansa at the Castle's garden.
Jon Snow, Samwell Tarly and the Lannisters were already there when they arrived. Lady Sansa was escorted by one of the Castles's red cloak-armoured guard towards the long table. Racy and the two servants had meekly followed the young lady and stood behind her seat.
As her eyes wandered around, she was totally impressed by the beauty of the place and most especially of Queen Cersei's excellent preference. The Castle from its exterior boasts views of wide fields and ancient ruins, while its large garden were flourished with specifically chosen blossoms, demure roses and shrubs, featured paths leading towards the lovely circular pool-fountain with marble statues on its base that creates an ornate, majestic and elegant atmosphere. The place seemed romantic and calming, too.
Then her gaze had landed to Jon Snow's seat. He was seriously talking to the head of the House, Lord Tywin Lannister. Then suddenly all of them went silent. Their eyes turned to the young, pretty blonde girl, who was gracefully approaching towards the long table followed by the full-dressed servants. She wore the most elegant dress Racy had ever seen. All of the servants and so were the red cloak-armoured guards bowed...
Meanwhile at Lady Sansa's chamber..
"Take it off, it will never fit me! I hated the idea of wearing such awful dress. Find me something fancier, would you!" the young lady had impatiently hissed to her attending servants. As Racy noticed of Sansa's impatient tone, she rushed at once to the young lady's wardrobe to look for another fancy dress she could wear at the small dinner held at the Castle's Garden hosted by Queen Cersei herself for the Winterfell highborns.
"Try this one, my Lady." she showed her the elegant dress she had found. It was her own choice. She had hope the young lady would like it. Her taste of style never failed her.
Sansa eyed on her and gave her a sharp look.
"Go get it quickly, Leila."
Sansa commanded to one of her servant and the girl had swiftly took the dress from Racy's hands.
Racy was glad and silently smiled when she had noticed the young Lady liked the dress she had chosen for her.
And the three of them had followed Lady Sansa at the Castle's garden.
Jon Snow, Samwell Tarly and the Lannisters were already there when they arrived. Lady Sansa was escorted by one of the Castles's red cloak-armoured guard towards the long table. Racy and the two servants had meekly followed the young lady and stood behind her seat.
As her eyes wandered around, she was totally impressed by the beauty of the place and most especially of Queen Cersei's excellent preference. The Castle from its exterior boasts views of wide fields and ancient ruins, while its large garden were flourished with specifically chosen blossoms, demure roses and shrubs, featured paths leading towards the lovely circular pool-fountain with marble statues on its base that creates an ornate, majestic and elegant atmosphere. The place seemed romantic and calming, too.
Then her gaze had landed to Jon Snow's seat. He was seriously talking to the head of the House, Lord Tywin Lannister. Then suddenly all of them went silent. Their eyes turned to the young, pretty blonde girl, who was gracefully approaching towards the long table followed by the full-dressed servants. She wore the most elegant dress Racy had ever seen. All of the servants and so were the red cloak-armoured guards bowed...
