Charlotte was born a royal, a princess. A Lannister. Through the acts of thievery, she ends up in Winterfell, being raised by Lord and Lady Stark. As Jon Arryn's death has come to pass, King Robert needs a new Hand. Who other than her father, Eddard...
"It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, but there's good and evil on both sides of every war fought."
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Charlotte's POV
Everyone was sleeping, at least to the best of my knowledge. Myrcella and Tommen were kept apart by a barrier, whilst I was in a separate cot. Mother took the other side of the wheelhouse. Joffrey was made to sleep in tent, sharing one with father.
I maneuver myself out of the cot, grabbing my shoes that were hidden underneath. Alongside the shoes, was a folded blue dress. I was not presenting myself to Sebastian wearing a nightgown, a yellow one at that. Yellow only brings out my pale complexion.
I grab my belongings, sneaking quietly to the door. I cursed silently every time one of the boards would creak under my feet. After three minutes, I was finally at the door. I turned the lock softly, hearing the gears move underneath my hand.
A silent... click. The door was unlocked and open. I was free.
"Where are you going?"
I froze, immediately putting my shoes and dress behind my back.
My mother was leaning up in bed, eyeing me suspiciously. "Charlotte, where are you going?" I smiled innocently, pointing towards the door. "I wanted some fresh air, trying to get accustomed to the southern atmosphere...." Was that believable?
She nods, looking me over a few times before laying back down. "Don't stay gone too long."
I sighed with relief, walking out of the door before she could change her mind.
I ran to the back of the wheelhouse, this side facing the forest. I changed clothes quickly, tying my shoes tightly around my ankles.
All that was left now... was to find the Red Oak tree at the edge of camp. I wasn't well trained in the classifying of plants, mostly your common garden flowers. In the North, the only flowers that bloom are the blue roses.
I began wandering around the camp for at least ten minutes, waiting to see a red tree. I mean, the tree has to be red, right?
"Charlotte." A voice whispers in the darkness. It was Sebastian.
I turn to the sound of the voice. "What? I don't know what trees look like..." A chuckle comes from the voice. "You don't know what trees look like? They're tall and green... you've probably seen one before. I bet you've run into one as well."
"Come here." I demand.
He reveals himself from behind a bush, coming to stand beside me. I slap him in the arm. "I know what trees are! I mean, different types of trees!" I narrow my eyes, preparing to walk back to the wheelhouse after his sarcastic comment.
"Wait... I'm sorry. I thought you would find it funny." He grabs my shoulder, placing his face inches away. I met his blue eyes again, and I instantly melted into his gaze. "It's.... it's fine." I turn away, unable to stare any longer.
