PRS Kkaebsong/Aphrodite

Här är tråden Kkaebsong

Mallar:
Aphrodites mall:

Kkaebsong:s mall:

Okej här kommer min mall efter hundra år. ;—-;

Tar mig friheten att börja

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“Regina! Hurry up”. The voice of the inn keeper was harsh, and high pitched. The black haired woman sighed and mopped the rest of the floor quickly before putting the mop back at its place.
“Good, you’re done for the day”. The blonde woman nodded towards her and Regina took off her apron. Her back ached, and she stretched it out before walking out of the inn where she had been working for the last four years. She still remembered the day she had arrived as if it had happened yesterday. Her father, Khal Qazallo, had sent her away for her own survival. When she had reached Westeros, her father had spread the rumour of her death. Since Queen Shireen was very interested in the khalasaar that her father was the head of, she had learned about the “news” quickly, thinking that the last Targaryen was now dead. Regina, or Daena, which was her real name, had since then adapted to her new environment, and gotten a job at the inn. He ultimate goal was to one day ride to King’s Landing and talk to the Queen, hopefully talking some sense into her.

Regina walked out of the inn and made her way towards the lake which wasn’t very far. It was a quite warm night, which she appreciated. Living in Westeros had adapted her body to live in colder climates, but she still longed for the warm days and nights across the Narrow sea. She was hoping to see her khalasaar, and father, soon.

As she approached the lake, she looked up. The full moon reflected its light on the lake, and the black sky was filled with stars. It was a clear night, and a small breeze. Regina sat down at the edge of the lake and kicked off her shoes. She preferred to be barefoot, but her job required shoes. She put her feet in the chilly water, and lied down in the grass. Her hands felt the grass blades and she closed her eyes, dreaming of the day she could go home.