THIS IS HOW WE DO IT (ELYS)

IF HEAVEN'S GRIEF

BRINGS HELL'S RAIN, THEN I'D TRADE ALL MY TOMORROWS FOR JUST ONE YESTERDAY. I KNOW YOU'RE BAD NEWS. JUST ONE YESTERDAY. I WANNA TEACH YOU A LESSON IN THE WORST KIND OF WAY. STILL, I'D TRADE ALL MY TOMORROWS FOR JUST ONE YESTERDAY

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In some way or another, there were ways that one had to sharpen the straw. In her way, she held her bow, every inch the strong woman she was meant to be. Her charms were not wasted on looking pretty; her hands had some calluses, and her skin was not as pretty as other ladies'. Years of hard training had molded her into a force of her own. It was too bad she was born a girl. She couldn't stand to inherit Storm's End. Marriage for her. It didn't trickle her fancy, only tickled some fancies once in a while. Boys.

They were so disgusting. And perverted, too. Settling on some woodsy part of King's Landing, she had held the bow close to her, eyes scanning for more details in the equation of her environment. Hmm. Target practice? She could at least, try to get something from here.

Pick. Grasp.

Alayne took in her environment. Very woodsy, what could she hope to hit on here? She was not kidding herself. If there was anything, Alayne took everything so seriously. Little chicanery found in her; she had the fury of a Baratheon at the end of the day. Hmph. Nose creased, and bow-shaped lips pursed.

From her sleeve, she played with the knife casually, the sharp blade nearly missing her ivory skin.

Then she aimed for the nearest tree. Steel sliced through the air, and there was the hit of the knife against the surface of the tree trunk.

Was there really no one here? She doubted.