lowborn, alysanne

alysanne

but the offspring of your mind

Sometimes, there are no out of the ordinary stories of out of the ordinary people, with out of the ordinary skills. Born as the daughter of a tavern wench in Fairmarket, Alysanne wasn't always known by this name, although she will never tell anyone her real name. Back then, she was just a snotty little brat with a knack for getting into trouble, for getting into fights and often getting beaten by those whom she angered. It didn't matter though, for she didn't see an end to her life: she'd grow up, she'd become a tavern wench like her mother and then she would die. Everyone was her enemy and treated them like it.

All sad people like poetry and she was no exception. She stole a book one night from an old septa that stopped in Fairmarket, an old and sweet woman with red cheeks and without an eye, but instead of a beating, all she got was a kind smile and a promise that she will get more, if she liked them.

She was only ten when a fire consumed the tavern she and her mother resided in, resulting in her mother's death. But she didn't care much: the woman held no love for her only child and the feeling was reciprocated. A couple of days later, when the septa came to Fairmarket again, the redhead left with her to the motherhouse of Seagard, in order to become a septa. Surely, faith would be a better choice than living on the streets, faith always had a way of saving those who truly believed.

So she took the name of Alysanne, a name she read in one of the poems from the book she stole, and prayed and learned. The septa that took Alysanne under her wing took good care of her, for some reason that eluded Alysanne for quite some time. A couple of years later, illness took the life of her adoptive mother, leaving Alysanne to fend for herself once more.

Her faith was crumbling, slowly, leading to an inevitable end.

She started serving House Manderly of White Harbor when she was just seventeen, took care of the children's education and offered advice when it was needed, but eventually they grew up and she knew she had to go back to Seagard soon, but word reached her ears that the Septa in Winterfell was suffering from a terrible illness and her days were counted, so Alysanne, at the age of twenty-four, became a septa and a governess in Winterfell: her experience recommended her, as well as her youth. It was not an easy task, with the five wolf cubs, but she offered all the help that was needed of her and still does, until the end of her days, or so she hopes.


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