-ESTELLE

10 YEARS AGO
Myr, Essos

Her eyes were filled with joy. Her eyes were filled with it every day. No one remembered the young ginger haired village girl to ever not be filled with joy and peace and calm. The girl whose mother loved her more than any mother could possibly love her child and whose father, though the bearer of more power than anyone else in the village loved her too. Her ginger locks would always fall upon her slim shaped shoulders, on a sunny day or a cold day. On any day really. Her eyes would continue to shine even in deepest winter when snow would fall from the sky and get caught in her curls.

But now that smile, it faded. Her scream was loud and shrill, stunning to the point where Estelle almost dropped her weapon to cover her sensitive ears. Her head turned fast, meeting the terrified expression of the Lord's daughter. The ginger haired woman, whose eyes of joy were now replenished with terror and fear.

"Go!" Estelle would shout at her as she approached, swinging her sword, blood would splatter over the ground, filling the young woman with more fear. "What are you doing?" She asked, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Go!" The Water Witch shouted, her eyes flashing a bright white before Morvilla finally scrambled up to her feet, stumbling a few steps back. Her heart was racing inside of her chest and adrenaline was surging through her violently before she turned to barge through the door she had come into and ran away, as fast as her short legs could carry her. She had left behind her basket of flowers and fruit, little orange apricots that now rolled over the ground and to Estelle's feet. She sighed deeply, lowering her head as she leaned down to pick one up, looking it over as she lifted it to her nose to inhale the sweet scent of it. The flowers now so sadly laid scattered on the wooden floor of the cabin. Flowers that had been chosen by the Lord's daughter. Estelle didn't know why she had not aimed her sword at her. She knew it was a danger that someone had seen her act of brutality up close. Her teeth were grit as she clenched her hand tightly around the sword in her hand. She should have killed her. Estelle knew that.

"Forgive me." She whispered as she turned her attention back to the man laying on the ground behind her, sword raised above his body again before she drove it into his flesh again, deeply fitting through his chest and heart, blood splattered onto her flawless and pale skin as she pulled the sword out, having finally ended his life completely. Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing the sound of a twig snapping. Estelle's head turned to the half open door very fast again and she took a few very rapid steps forward and outside, weapon pushed back into her holster, she started running towards where she felt the aura of one trying to hide their truth. The aura would lead her into the woods but then with a brush of air, it was gone and Estelle was left standing in the forest, irritated and confused, a state of mind she had never before experienced.

"Why are your tormenting my village?" A voice suddenly asked, almost brutally tearing the water witch from her state of irritation and she turned around, standing face to face with whom she has previously scared away.

The Daughter.
The ginger haired woman.
The one radiating with childish innocence.

Her eyes widened in shock and surprise.

"Oh no. You are not that stupid..." She whispered. "Tell me you are not." she lowered her head, placing one hand upon her sword again. Eyes darkening, as she got into a defensive position, readying herself for the very last strike of this ice cold day.

"You aren't a monster."

Her heart skipped another beat and she almost choked on the dry air, raising an eyebrow in question as she tried to process the words of the other woman, but before she could snap out of this new state of confusion, a heavy stone was lunged her way and she quickly ducked, just in time to avoid being hit by it. She turned and watched it fly against a tree.

"Hey-" she turned back but just as she did, she saw a knee flying towards her face in sickening speed and quickly blocked away what would have been a painful kick but instead of another physical attack following, the neck kick met her wrist and the sword handle, causing it to fly from her hand and soon the rest of her body came crashing to the ground, with the other woman's knees pinning her down.

She was past.
Estelle was stunned, almost impressed.

"Who are you?" She asked her out of breath.

"You go first." The gingerhead said.

"Estelle Bellerose of Ilnaém."

"I am Morvilla of Myr, daughter of Lord Fallian, whose heart you impaled with your iron blade." She stopped abruptly. "Why did you do that?" She shouted suddenly. Tears were glistening in her eyes as she stared down upon Estelle, whose eyes were filled with an empathy and softness that she had never felt towards anyone else before. She could feel her fear and pain. She could hear Morvilla's racing heart and instead of pushing her off like she would have done to anyone else who dared attack her like this, her hand suddenly laid upon the woman's arm and a small smile appeared on her lips.

"You'll be okay." Estelle whispered softly.

- VIVIENNE

present day
northern kingdom,
the wall

"Lady Vivienne, oh heavens, what is it you are doing here?" Snow would catch itself within his brunette locks as his eyes were fixated on the young woman of shimmery silver hair in which snow appeared almost invisible. His hand held out to her which she was quick to grab and use as an assisting hand to help her off the ground. She had fallen off her horse as she did so often and landed rather painfully upon the cold and stone ground. She stumbled forward a step upon being pulled to her feet and fell against his muscular chest, despite the coldness that surrounded them, warmth was radiating off of them as soon as their skin had connected. Her cheeks now the softest read, her breath stopped and she backed away with lowered head, embarrassed at the clumsy stumble.

"Lord Snow." She would finally utter his name. "I hoped I would find you here. I am glad I wasn't mistaken." She said.

Jon Snow was still stunned at her presence, at the fact she was in a place that she was never supposed to be, a place he had told her she should never come to. He felt a pinch in his chest, at the simple thought to have her near so much unknown danger. There was a reason he had left her behind. He did not do it out of the cruelty of his heart but because all he had wished was her to be safe.

Before he could say another word, their soft interaction was interrupted.

"Snow, who is your lady friend?" asked a voice of a fellow brother of the wall and Jon suddenly started by the presence of another man turned his head fast to face him, saying no wird, struggling even to open his mouth or take his eyes off of Vivienne.

"Lady Vivienne. I'm of Winterfell." The bright haired woman would smile brightly and bow lightly in front of the other woman.

"Winterfell?" His eyebrows were furrowed. "You do not share the looks of a Stark." He commented. Vivienne laughed.

"I am no Stark, Mister. I am Lady Vivienne, I come from-" she was interrupted by Jon grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the door of a cabin.

"Enough of introduction, you must fancy some hot soup, Lady Vivienne." He quickly said. He felt very cautious and had always chosen to be careful when it came to Vivienne's true origins and it was not for nothing. He considered and remembered the story they told of the people of Ilnaém and he remembered men's greed for their powers and he had no interest in subjecting Vivienne to such pain. She was spurting with light and innocence and deserved no such pain.

"Oh yes, I would love some hot soup. I must say, the journey here did make me feel quite pekish." She laughed, just waving at the man they now left standing behind at the door, which was slam shut by a strong and sudden breeze of wind that had rapidly pushed Vivienne out of the coldness into the comfortable warmth of the cabin.

"That was very rude." She said, speaking to no one else but the wind that had been throwing and pushing her around for a few days now.

"Lady Vivienne. You should not be here." Jon interrupted her thoughts.

"But I am here now, you won't send me straight home, will you, Lord Snow?" Her eyes sudden glistening with tears already as he handed her a wooden bowl of hot steaming soup.

Jon lowered his head in a deep and heavy sigh.

"I am afraid, there is no other choice, Lady Vivienne. Thus is no place for a lady. You must return home to Winterfell." He took a breath, lifting his head to gaze at her. "I am quite disappointed that you chose to go against my wishes and follow me here." He said as he raised from his seat. Vivienne placed a hand over her heart, feeling a pain in her chest.

"I am sorry, Lord Snow but I could not bring myself to continue waiting for you and feared after how we parted again that you will never come back to me. I didn't mean what I said back then. I was hurt...I am hurt by your words, by your continuous rejection of my person and your belief that I am a weak woman. I hate to remind you of the power slumbering inside of me." She spoke, trying to sound strong and eben a little loud. Jon turned to look at her, watched her stand as she said her words that did carry a lot of truth and weight and he approached, to hold her hand carefully, looking into her eyes.

"I believe you can be strong, Vivienne but the problem is that it's that exact thought that gets a warrior killed." He said. "In Winter we must protect ourselves..." He paused. "I promised, I would protect you and I will stop at nothing to keep that promise."

She wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek. "I want to protect myself." She said. "I have no place. I am nothing. I'm no Stark. I am no Ilnaémian. I am just Lady Vivienne. I am nameless. Why can't you give me a chance to prove myself?"

"It's Lady Vivienne that you are and always will be and should be. You don't have to throw yourself into battle to probe yourself. Everyone has a place in the world. This is yours. You will always have a place in my heart and mind, Lady Vivienne but you cannot stay here and you can never come back either. It is too dangerous and you aren't a warrior. I refuse to let you throw yourself into danger, not if I can prevent it." His words were soft and meant from the bottom of his heart, yet they cut deeply into her.

          "Once again, your words are more harmful than kind, Lord Snow. i had hoped to come here and be welcomed by you...but I suppose I was wrong. You will continue to love your duty more, love the fight more, than family. Family, that I believed I was to you...but I am nothing more but a figurine of glass to you, something to be kept behind closed doors, for all eternity...watched over but never touched. I'll dust and I'll rot, see you bathe im the praise of your people, hoping they will call you their king one day. It breaks my heart." Vivienne spoke those words, while feeling her heart crumble inside her small chest.

Another tear fell down her face as she backed away from him, pulling her hand away from his. Her voice was loud and accusing.

Jon was shocked by her outburst, pained to her what she said, frustrated at the fact that Keeling her save only caused him to hurt her more.

"Forgive me." He said quietly, reaching for her hand again but she slapped his arm away with ease, taking a step back, hitting the side of the table and pushing down the bowl of hot soup. The wood didn't break but the soup would quickly sicker down into the moist wood.

"I wish that were possible." Her voice broke when she spoke the words before she turned away and headed towards the door, towards the outside. The outside where she knew a group of fellow brothers of The Wall would wait, trying to listen into the conversation between the two.

She opened the door.

"Wait, Lady Vivienne. Please, allow me to escort you home" Jon said and she halted.

"No. I believe one of these men will be as kind as to ready my horse and travel rations. I will return home myself." Vivienne didn't even once turn back to him as she spoke the words and then walked outside, the wind assisted her this time by slam shutting the door behind her before Jon would run after her. Her head lifted to look at the several men.

"I would like to go home."