What's wrong with dangerous? / open+ghost?

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    There was nothing that would appear initially odd in King's Landing. It was just another sleepy, winter morning. That is, unless one looked at where the past King, Coriolanus Lannister, was buried or at the grave site that had been built for Driscoll Arryn (a monument made despite his body not being anywhere near it). They were on opposite ends of King's Landing and it wasn't a secret that the former Queen had visited both the sites on a daily basis, leaving flowers. No one had done such a thing since her departure. Now there was a single rose by each, standing out against the snow like a drop of blood. There were also small notes that had been tied to both. A scent of baked goods and warmth could be found about them, a scent familiar to anyone who had known the former Queen.


    They are not dead. They only sleep.


    No one had seen anyone leave them and as more and more citizens began to notice them, whispers began to spread. Whispers of a ghost with grey eyes and red fur. Whispers of sound from the Queen's kitchen, which had been empty and cold for so long. Some even began to claim they had heard music coming from the old ballroom.


    Guinevere herself had never met the old Queen and was quietly making her way through town, looking about for a new home for herself. She supposed there was no place better than the capital city. Here she would be in the center of everything. She would hear everything. This was perfect. This was clever. She had no clue what all these little rumors were about and was content to ignore them. She had never liked any of the ghosts she had met, after all.
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    Jax gave a yawn as he blinked his eyes several times. He was tired for some reason, perhaps he had been woken last night and didn't remember waking. Either way, the sunlight wasn't enough to trickle into the room he was in and wake him up. Deciding the best course of action here was to go get some fresh air, the pup wandered outside of the building. He usually spent his time in Casterly Rock, the house of the Lannisters, but today he had spent the night at King's Landing.


    A bunch of people on the streets were whispering of ghosts and the likes, but the German Shepherd hadn't the faintest idea what that all meant or anything of the sort. Giving one more yawn, he rounded a corner and nearly collided with Guinevere. He quickly halted his steps, trying to get backwards so he didn't run into her. He could only hope he'd moved fast enough. "I'm sorry!" he declared, eyes wide.


    Blinking several times, he realized that this was the person he'd greeted before. "Oh hello, Guinevere. How are you settling in?" he inquired as he shook out his pelt to get rid of some dust. The weather was turning colder and his pelt was growing shaggy. He'd tried to carefully brush out the underpelt, to get rid of loose hair, but it all seemed to be a mess right away. So he looked kind of scruffy and unkempt.