On her chambers, she had placed all of her dolls in a circle.

A small party, after all it was her name day, she was turning six.

It was afternoon, her mother had left her to play with some children.

But it seems like it didn't work out, since they said they weren't going to play with a bastard.

Serving tea for her dolls, she can hear the sound of the door opening.

"What are you doing alone?" Daemon asked, aproaching the child, finding it strange that she wasn't with the other children.