Poisoned
Poison:
a substance that is capable of causing the illness or death of a living organism when introduced or absorbed.
"Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?"
"Everyone wants to be loved."
"I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersei. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same."
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
She's buried beneath the heavy snow, down on top of the hills, her grave marked with a flat piece of wood carved with her name.
The letter "B" being the only one beautifully made, the closest to calligraphy. There's nothing. Nothing else other than a piece of clothe tied tightly on the wood. She didn't want to draw attention to her resting place, but she couldn't leave her with nothing. Not when she deserved the world.
She'll sleep peacefully there, no one to disturb her, no sound but the wind and the howling of wolves.
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One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret…
She's stuck at the end, she can't finish it. Her head hurts and it's filled with sounds, her mouth thick with blood. Seven for a secret- She can see two magpies on the branch – they're laughing, mocking her with their cold judgmental eyes.
She can hear a movement but it's not the birds, something else. It's someone else. Someone is speaking to her. Look what you've done…
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The girl's skull has been smashed, probably with a rock that much has been obvious. Murder. It's a murder. The body has been most likely dug out by the animals; few chunks of the flesh are gone, while most of it has rotten.
He wants to vomit. It's almost there. He can feel it in the back of his throat but he swallows down hard with determination.
As he shouts for the others to come he half wonders how he's going to tell the Chief about it; he knows he cannot avoid it – he's the one who found her body so he should be the one to tell him, but, still-
A parent should never bury his child
Against all good sense, I've started a new story despite having five unfinished ones. But I swear this idea nagged at me every time I saw anything Twilight-related. So, how do you like the prologue so far? I'm a little unsure about the interest in this one because it has a character arc so I'll probably wait and see the response before deciding whether or not to continue it here. Thanks for reading my nervous ramblings. It's my first story in this fandom