![]() A few servant men close behind them, carrying her things behind them. She glanced at him from the side of her eye. Your father is a good friend, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he explained, leading her up the stone steps. Your father and I exchanged letters on your, situation, but you will be just fine here. She shook her head, he paused at her refusal to speak thus far. “You’re not burning my lady?” He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, scratching the fur, as she walked towards him. He bowed his head, “Lady Mormont, a pleasure.” Nadja waited a few beats before dropping her head and shoulders. Otto Hightower stood at the base of the stairs, awaiting Nadja Mormont. She smiled at the memory, the prick deserved it. I told him no… and he chose not to listen. Drenched in the suitor’s blood, standing over his lifeless body in her chambers, knife still warm in hand. She remembered how her father found her last time. ![]() Nadja knew her father sent her here for a reason, because now at 21, Nadja had turned down every suitor, maiming a few along the way. Her fingers clenched shut the bear skin wrapped around her shoulders, refusing to move it even as she felt the sweat building. As much as she was not used to it, something inside her stirred as she exited the carriage and the heat hit her flushed cheeks. He thought the warm waters and thick air might do her Southern mothers blood that coursed through her veins some good. Her father had sent her to King’s Landing in hopes of learning a few lessons as a lady of the court, a lady in waiting, maybe to even get close to the royal family and the queen heir when she came into power. Without lifting her head, her eyes peered up and out the carriage window to reach the tallest towers. Lady Nadja Mormont scowled at the heat, scowled at the crowded city, scowled at the titan that was the Red Keep. “I’m afraid they can, whether I go willingly or not.” Nadja swiped her thumb across her plump lips. “They can’t make you go, can they my lady?” She whispered softly. Laurel stared up at Nadja with bright and watery eyes. “I’m sorry, forgive me Laurel,” Nadja turned to face her, tilting her head and cupping her soft jaw. ![]() Laurel stopped, her small smile fading gently. She said nothing, nothing until Nadja snapped. ![]() Laurel, her handmaiden, approached from behind, a soft brush in hand. Her long dark hair windswept from her enraged walk through the courtyard to her room. Hatred for her father and house at this particular moment. Nadja Mormont stood in front of her bedroom mirror, staring back at her sorrow and hatred. Twenty-one and many suitors behind her she finds her eyes lingering on Prince Aemond. Summary: Nadja Mormont has been forced to move to Kings Landing within the Red Keep at the hand of her father. ![]()
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