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A Vampire is Wolf's Clothing

In the land of eternal winter, a family lives peacefully in a castle. Unbeknown to its residence, a vampire lives among them.

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Bran Stark releases his arrow for the tenth time. It streaks on a barrel, a few meters away from his actual target. His older brother, Robb, pats him on the back as Bran exhales in frustration. Amethyst, their family tutor, watches the exchange from the distance and decides to approach them.

"Better luck next time," Robb tries to cheer him up, though it does nothing much to boast his younger brother's confidence.

"I'll never get this right," Bran says defeated.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance?"

The woman that is approaching them wears an elegant silver mask. It covers up her entire face, the sockets too dark to see the eyes. She wears thick white cotton coat and a lovely grey dress underneath. Her hands are covered with gloves. She wears boots, just like the rest of them, but she manages to make them appear elegant.

"What do you know about archery?" Robb asks her. Not out of disrespect, but out of curiosity. As far as he knows, Amethyst is the master of arithmancy, history and biology. He has never seen her wield a bow and arrow before. Then again, he has seen her go out into the woods alone and come back with some fresh meat.

Bran allows her to help him into position. He places a new arrow in place and raises his arms, but she notices that his posture is too tense. Amethyst places a hand on his right shoulder, trying to calm his nerves.

"First thing first, you have to be relax. Don't raise your elbow too tight. Make sure that it is align with your shoulder." She watches as he does as she tells, calming his nerves and stopping the shakes. Then she moves to place her other hand on his left shoulder. "Keep your grip still, Bran. Breathe in, breathe out. See that target? Go get it."

Bran releases the arrow. This time, it launches right into the heart of the target. He gaps in surprise, not believing what his eyes are seeing. He made it! He cannot help but jump in joy.

"Every well done, Bran," Amethyst praises him, and though he cannot see her face he knows that she is smiling underneath. "But remember, practice makes it perfect. Go try a few more. I'll watch."

Robb is speechless. He has been trying to teach his brother for a few weeks now, but not a single arrow has every pierce the target. But Amethyst comes and Bran makes his first success. He cannot help but feel a little bit of jealousy. This is supposed to be their thing, him and his brother's.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to steal your moment with Bran," Amethyst reads his thoughts. "But you have to know that you are doing a great job at his teacher. It's just that with every student, they requirement different attention. Just because this method worked for you, doesn't mean it will for him."

"Thanks," Robb mutters. "And don't. I know that you don't mean ill."

Bran shoots another arrow. This time, it lands at the edge of the target, only missing an inch from the earlier arrow.

"You're pretty good at this."

"Well, I don't want to flaunt, but it is my area of expertise," Amethyst admits proudly, making Robb smiles.