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Chapter 2: Tiny Purple Flowers

" How would you like your hair Lys?" Alysanne' eyes met her handmaid's in the looking glass. Anaya could see the fear within the purple orbs. She knew that her Lady was terrified of the possibility that she would be chosen to be the bride for Lord Stark.

" I do not care Anaya." Alysanne went back to her thoughts ignoring Anaya's chatter. She wondered what would happen to her if she did marry Lord Stark. Was he kind? Would he allow her to continue her sword training? Would Anaya and Darren be left here at The Twins? Or would he allow them to come with her?

She held so many questions. Questions she hoped would be answered before she married him if Lady Catelyn choose her as a match for the young lord. No Alysanne did not wish to marry a man she had never met but there was a sliver of hope in her heart. Hope that she would finally be able to see what life was like outside of the four walls of her prison. Her entire life she had dreamed of the world outside. What it felt like to feel grass under her feet. To feel rain fall onto her skin. To watch the sunrise and sunset over the mountains. This was her chance to finally be free. She only wished that she didn't have to marry in order to achieve the freedom she longed for.

" Anaya have you heard anything about Lord Stark?" Alysanne' question was barely heard by the handmaid. Anaya's hands froze in the middle of the braid she was working on.

" No I have not heard anything about this Stark boy. But I have heard of his Lord Father. Lord Eddard Stark is said to be the most honorable man to live in Westros. He is said to be kind and compassionate. And if he truly is all those things than I can assume that his son and heir are all those things as well." Anaya went back to the halo braid she was fashioning. Alysanne was the closest thing she would ever have to a daughter. She had been there since the birth of the girl and stayed as her caregiver/handmaid to watch over the beautiful lavender eyed baby. Anaya prayed that Lady Stark chose Alysanne over all the Frey girls. If only so Lys could finally be free. The girl had been locked away to long.

" I hope that it is true. To marry I man I don't love is one thing. To marry a man I can't grow to love is another. If he is as honorable and kind as his father I am sure I can grow to love him." Alysanne was trying her best to stay as optimistic as possible. If only she knew more about this Stark boy. Unfortunately she did not have the luxury.

" Oh sweet girl. Everything will be okay." Alysanne smiled at Anaya's words and felt the older woman place a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Time to dress. It shouldn't be much longer now."

Alysanne stood and faced the older woman who was now holding a pale pink dress. She had never seen it before but it was beautiful. Walking over she ran her hands over the soft fabric. It's was velvet and was the softest thing she ever felt. " It's beautiful. Where did it come from?"

"It was the dress your mother wore when she married your father." A sad smile creeped over Anaya's face. Anaya had come with Visenya when King Areys married Visenya off to Walder Frey.

" It's beautiful." She wished she knew what her mother looked like. Anaya told her that she had the same eyes and hair as her but never more than that. Alysanne always wondered if they shared other traits as well. Did they share the same lips or hands or ears. But Alysanne knew she would never really know.

" Lets put it on then." Anaya helped her into the dress. It fir perfectly to Alysannes body. After the last button was fastened Alysanne took a deep breath and turned to look in the looking glass. The pale pink fabric made her eyes seem even lighter. The long sleeves reached her wrist and the bodice was stitched with tiny purple flowers. " I added the flowers when you became a woman. So that when you did marry you would have something on this dress that represented who you are."

" It's perfect Anaya. I love it." Giving the handmaid a smile she was drawn back to her reflection. She had never felt this beautiful before.