C11 One Condition

One Condition.

Elara Winterfell

“You look familiar.” His voice was deep as he looked at me from across the table, squinting his eyes as if trying to remember where he could have seen me.

I pressed my lips together into a thin line while putting the document on the table. “Um. I have a very common face, that's all.”

He smiled a little and shook his head. “No. Your face is not a common one