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    the damn wildings were everywhere.
    elliot, ellie to most, was a pretty girl, eighteen or so, with long, thick brown curls that swept at her waist. she was thin and lean, though tall, standing at five eleven. she had a body built for speed, not strength. though, there was nothing threatening about the girl, who's freckled face always adorned a charismatic smile that showed in her doe shaped hazel eyes.
    but today, the girl sat in a pub, doing her best to ignore the wildings. she wore a sleek white gown, sweeping the floor and hiding her lack of shoes. the dress had a pair of long sleeves and a low cut v-neck, attracting eyes, but not enough so that such eyes lingered.
    a cup of water sat in front of her and she gladly sipped on it, not bothering for alcohol. she was exhausted, tired of always being afraid. it drained the poor girl, and for once, her flower crown sat on the table instead of on her head, and her smile was tilted downwards into a frown, eyes slipping shut in an attempt at sleep.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] The wildlings were despicable, well, most of them, in Coriolanus' mind. For the regular members of Westeros, it wasn't too bad. They weren't exactly oppressed, merely forced to live with the very un-civilized people. For the Wardens and such, it was worse, having their lands and responsibilities taken over. But for him, the young man who was king, it was agony.
    He couldn't go anywhere without a jeer or look from a wildling, or a distrustful look of one of his own people. It hurt him that he had failed them, but they were fighting back, or at least starting to. With Sejr in his head and threatening others, there wasn't much he could do to ensure the safety of the Westeorsi.
    That was why he entered the pub today, a hood pulled over his face as he shuffled in. The high king loathed places like this, with drink men, provocative girls, and alcohol, but this had turned out to be a great place for gathering info. It was dangerous, being here, with any number of people on the pub probably all to happy to take a swing at his face. But the golden-brown-haired young man wasn't here for that. His hazel eyes landed on Ellis and he brightened, immediately going over to sit by her.
    They couldn't have been more starkly different- her, beautiful, with long hair and a nice dress- while he was dressed in a cloak, with shepherd's clothes underneath, and his hair a little matted. It was all just to disguise himself, though, being so filthy disgusted him. "Ellie, is that you?" He asked, faking a northern accent as he sat down across from the young girl.



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    ellie had a dozen curses on the tip of her tongue when she saw the face of the male - and, admittedly, it didn't make her feel any better.
    she put on a smile, but it wasn't the usual smile that adorned her features. it was somewhere between annoyed and depressed. "if you're here to patronize me, you should know i'm drinking water," ellie mumbled, reaching out and tipping the glass over. the last bit of water dumped out, trickling onto the floor. "and you should know that i ain't stupid enough to come here without protection." the female added, hitching the side of her dress up ever so slightly to pull a knife from where it was strapped on her leg, dropping it on the table with a thud.
    "no offense or anythin', i just can't force m'self to to be all happy. it's exhaustin'."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise, that being not at all what he was expecting. Ellie seemed either drunk or tired, and since she had apparently been drinking water, it was probably the latter. He cast a glance around the room, and let out a small huff, focusing back in on the young girl. "Well, good for you. Are you alright, Ellie?" He asked with concern, leaning forwards a bit. He liked she had a knife, but she didn't have to make a scene about it. He was trying to stay inconspicuous.
    It hadn't been her drinking that caught his eye, mainly just the fact that she was here. This was not exactly the greatest place for a girl, but he wasn't about to say that out loud.




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    "exhausted." was the first thing that slipped out of ellie's mouth, inaudible to anyone further away. the young woman had been much too concerned for the sake of her westeros, house arryn and blindpaw particularly. anyone who really paid attention could see the way ellie looked at blindpaw, the way she seemed to brighten at the sight of the female.
    "i just...i hate being so helpless." ellie muttered, grabbing the knie and sliding it back under her dress.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] The young man sighed, knowing the feeling. Ellie cared for her friend, her house, Westeros, he got that, but there wasn't much someone could do alone. Perhaps if they teamed up, they could make something happen, but he was probably more of a threat to her by just being here than her conjuring up a plan on her own. Corio stopped a waiter and asked for some tea, not looking directly at the man. The server nodded, a little confused, and trotted off. Good thing Ellie had stowed the knife already.
    "I understand," He told her, shaking his head, "At the current moment, there's not much we can do. But we will figure out something. I swear."




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    ellie sighed at his words, immediately feeling guilty. he was the king; he was having a worse time with this than anyone else. his power was being stripped from him, and he had such little ability to stop it. she should have been nicer to him.
    "i-" the young woman stammered, rubbing her temples. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have snapped at you, i know it's a livin' hell for you too." she said, sighing. she had to quit taking this out on everyone else; it wasn't their fault.