open starter āŗāŗ ft. myrcella paege status: closed.
neitherĀ mindĀ norĀ bodyĀ heldĀ Ā any memory of wandering into the dark hall - last memory being of sleep washing over her, only it hadn't held her for long, hadn't kept the unseen from taking her hand and leading her away from house paege's chambers to an area of the castle unfamilar in the dead of night. not even a candle to light her way. cella wrapped her robe tightly around her; it didn't keep the terror from slipping into her veins, aided by screams echoing through halls. the sound of hurried footsteps sent her heart leaping into her throat. maiden ducked behind a nearby column, praying she would go unseen.









