The Little princess walked the cobbled path, carefully stepping on the grey stones with one foot at the time, leaping from one to the other, and humming to herself.

"Mmmh-mmmh, mmmh. Mmmh-mmmh, mmmh."

She enjoyed the little time she could spend outdoors, for how cold it could get. Gloved with hareskin and clad in a heavy, crimson cloak, the little princess still shivered when the wind blew inside the garden and agains the trees, shaking their heavy branches.

"Mmmh-mmmh, mmmh. Mmmh-mmmh, mmmh."

Princess Saera was used to loneliness, by then: she had no companions to speak of, with Vaegon and her other siblings gone, but the season did not help. Winter nights were cold and winter days were endless.

Saera had tried to entertain herself, that morning: she played with her dolls, she made a drawing of her papa and mama, she even continued those books that Gwendolen wanted her to read, but when the Septa came into the room to take her into the gardens for her daily walk, the princess was on the ground, her wide eyes staring at the ceiling, bored out of her wits.

It was much nicer in the gardens, in the pale light of a winter afternoon. Saera sighed and clouds of white steam came out. She kept playing with her hot breath until a voice called for her in the distance.

"Princess Saera!" Gwendolen said, exasperated. "Come now, your mother is waiting!"

Saera turned around, and galloped to the blue-cloaked sister, neighing like a horse, her golden curls bouncing on her back.

"Oh, stop that, you foolish child." The old septa chuckled. "How are those readings coming along?"

"Very well, thank you." She chirped, innocent.

"How well?" The septa raised her eyeborws and Saera blushed, looking at the feet.

"...Chapter three, verse twelve."

"Well, at least you have read one verse since yesterday. We will continue tomorrow, then - together." Gwendolen concluded, sternly, but smiled when she took the child by the hand and guided her back to the Queen's quarters in Maegor's Holdfast, dragging her when she distracted herself with the chirping of the birds.

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