❝I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.❞
"I'll just be leaving," she muttered under her breath while picking up the wooden bucket from the floor of the throne room and the wet sponge that was grasped tightly in her hand. Her soft voice echoed against the marble walls of the spacious room, resonating it to a voice she never knew she had.
The powerful, gracious woman that stood before her held out a hand. "Nonsense, child. Stay." Her hair was spun into a golden nest of braids and long threads of perfect waves. Her green eyes were frightening. They were the eyes of a queen.
She bowed down to the Queen with her head low. "Yes, Your Majesty." She didn't dare look up in her dirtied state with the rags of the clothes she wore hanging off her body like a corpse on a string.
Cersei watched the young girl with hawkish eyes, a resemblance of her youthful self shadowing deeply in her complex mind. She pressed her lips together as she took in the worn down appearance of the girl. "You work for the castle?" Cersei asked as if she didn't know who the girl was, waiting to speak until she saw the girl nod her head silently. "Good, because you're going to be my new handmaiden on the upcoming itinerary to Winterfell, in the North."
She stared at the Queen with wide eyes, her hand loosening its grip on the sponge and her knees weakening. Being picked to travel with the royal family was an honor compared to most jobs at the castle, and what better way to see the world than to go up North? She spilled out a rambled thanks to Cersei, a joyous light she found hidden there sparklingly in her eyes that unsuspectedly matched Cersei's fierce gaze.
❅ CAST ❅
Lily James as Elaine "Ella" Waters
Richard Madden as Robb Stark
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❝I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.❞ [cinderella meets got] © 2016 sleepdeprived All Rights Reserved.