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“Didn’t seem like a big deal  during.”

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Talia smiled as he put the flower in her hair. She looked at him, holding her happy demeanor— she tried to stay in good spirits whenever she could. It made things better… If she was sad all the time, would it really be living? She had bad days, yes, but not every day was a bad day.  they were less frequent than they once were and now laughter came easier to her…

                       “It’s a very pretty flower.” 

She said. She used to make flower crowns for her family, when she was a small child. She would have Ethan fetch the flowers and she would weave them into intricate headpieces. perhaps she would make one for Nathan.

         " I didn’t think I’d see you again.”  Ranmsay Snow had returned for her. She had run... At first, she had had others. Since then, they had either died  or deserted her.

Though she had been hiding for so many  years, she had never returned home... The gods knew she wanted to, but there  was something forboding about it. She  would be welcomed into her mother’s  arms... but she would also be welcomed  into the hall where her own twin was  slaughtered. She had been posing as a  serving girl for some time now. It had been  hard at first, but now she was used to it.  She was Alira the serving girl now...  Not Lady Talia of house forrester.

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