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Post by Vhagar on Jan 18, 2014 20:31:28 GMT -5
Adara shrugged. "You know nothing," she said. "The home I loved was taken from me, and the man I cared for was killed in battle. I have to do something with my time."
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Post by Kesi Mandisa on Jan 18, 2014 20:34:50 GMT -5
"So you are deciding to mock other lives?" Kesi snapped. "And deciding to destroy life?" She referred to the first meeting that the two had.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 18, 2014 20:43:40 GMT -5
Adara shrugged again. "You have no right to judge me. This is the life I have. And there is nothing else to do at court, anyway."
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Post by Kesi Mandisa on Jan 18, 2014 20:45:36 GMT -5
"Life is being wasted." Kesi shrugged. "There is always plenty to be doing, or is you being so full of air up there that you cannot be thinking of anything?"
She tapped her own head as she spoke.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 18, 2014 20:50:10 GMT -5
Adara glared at Kesi. "Oh! You are so...infuriating! And you don't understand our ways either!" She turned and walked away.
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Post by Kesi Mandisa on Jan 19, 2014 5:42:30 GMT -5
"If your ways are being as you are doing then I am glad that I am not understanding." Kesi said, matching the glare. She allowed herself a small smile when the silly girl walked away.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 11:55:06 GMT -5
"You two seem to know each other well," Vira said, trying to make light of the whole thing.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 12:03:52 GMT -5
Adara shrugged. "She wouldn't give me moon tea. Horrid creature! You should stay away from her."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:00:35 GMT -5
"Next time ask me," Vira said immediately. "I learned how to brew poison from a woods witch when I was a girl, the day I lost my maidenhead. We were poor, no sense in paying for tansy tea when I could learn to make it myself."
She glanced around. "My dear, do you think you could introduce me to the King as well?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 18:03:00 GMT -5
"Of course I could. Just remember, try not to speak too common, that won't look so good. Your'e my companion, not my servant."
Adara twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "You know how to greet royalty, don't you? Curtesying and...things."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:04:50 GMT -5
Vira glanced down at her painted body with a smile. "I don't think I have the skirt for curtseying," she said playfully. "Will a bow do?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 18:14:01 GMT -5
"I don't know. Women don't bow, we curtsey." Adara stated with conviction. "I never thought about it, truly."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:15:13 GMT -5
"Well, I'm already breaking convention," Vira winked. "Let's see how His Grace takes a bow."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 18:29:06 GMT -5
"The king does not bow to the likes of you," Adara retorted. "Being king, he does not have to bow to anybody at all. Silly!"
She glanced around to see if the king was present yet.
"Just remember, be careful what you say."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:31:01 GMT -5
"I will," Vira promised, eager to be presented to the king.
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Post by Kesi Mandisa on Jan 19, 2014 18:33:55 GMT -5
Kesi, hearing the conversation gave a soft snort of laughter at the two.
They both annoyed and saddened her, that they were using good air.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 18:34:01 GMT -5
The king was seated on the Iron Throne so Adara drew her friend forward. "Your Grace, this is my friend Vira, who was born of dragonseed," she said. "She has been hoping to meet you."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:44:21 GMT -5
Vira looked at the King, coolly appraising. After all those years of marveling at the fact that she was the King's sister, despite being a peasant in a mill, meeting the fearsome Maegor II made her very nervous and her heart was pounding. But her countenance did not reveal it. She met his eye, smiled, and gave a little bow despite what Adara had told her. The bow made it more obvious that she was wearing paint instead of clothes.
"It is an honor, Your Grace," she said. "I am the daughter of Prince Maeron, when he claimed the right of the first night seventeen years ago."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 19, 2014 20:12:27 GMT -5
From the heights of the Iron Throne, Vira's dress appeared the same as any other, despite what closer inspection would reveal. All the grim king saw was an upshot peasant without the proper courtesies for court. His Grace had received news of the embarrassment at the Redwyne Straights earlier the day, rancor and rage clouding his mood even more than usual.
"Do you know how many peasants trouble us every day with claims of royal blood, Adara?" he asked coldly, voice booming down, addressing his cousin while notably ignoring Vira's introduction. "The Gold Cloaks beat them away with their cudgels by the score, yet now our own kin wastes our time with this folly. If she has no dragon, she is no blood of ours, and dishonors the memory of our royal father wit her liar's tongue."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 20:22:12 GMT -5
Adara looked up at the king. "I don't have a dragon either, and nobody ever said I was not a Targaryen. And the crown prince didn't have a dragon for ages either. Vira has only just come to court.How could she have a dragon already?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 19, 2014 20:43:51 GMT -5
"You and my son were trueborn. Do you dare compare one of my children to a bastard born of a commoner?" he hissed, tone laced with malice. "What shame you and my son brought to this house wallowing in the muck for so many years is an entirely separate matter. If you think yourself more than Targaryen in name alone, you are gravely mistaken."
"Were you truly foolish enough to bring me the claims of a desperate peasant?" slipping form the royal we in his anger. "Am I to welcome her with open arms as my kin, when she is of no use to me or this war effort? Shame yourself as you will in your own time, but do not waste mine."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 0:30:28 GMT -5
Vira's anxiety, schemes and ambitions disappeared as she grew steadily more incensed by the King's insults, and the way he spoke about her as if she was a faulty piece of furniture that Adara was wasting his time with. Had her loving, loyal parents died screaming and sobbing in Lower Crinkley only so that their daughter could be insulted by an inbred, notoriously cruel monster who knew nothing of the smallfolk's suffering, nor cared for it? Vira loved almost nobody and was extraordinarily selfish as a rule, but to hear her origins insulted made her think of her parents, and it enraged her.
"I did not come here to beg for alms, Your Grace, nor to be embraced with open arms, though I can't imagine you doing that for anyone," she spat, and in her anger her heavy west crownlands accent became more apparent. "Begging your pardon for the interruption, I'll be on my way. I am sure you were very busy, sitting there on your big throne and glowering into the distance. It must be more useful to do that than to win the loyalty of your father's many seeds. If you think nobody is dangerous unless they have a dragon, you must have forgotten about Ser Hector of Oldtown." Even the peasants of the crownlands had heard of the fearsome Dragonbane. Vira wondered at her own daring, certain that she was about to have her head chopped off, but she found that she didn't care. The past six days had been a hell that she could never have imagined. Vira was torn between her ingrained peasant fear that she should never dare to approach her social betters, and her pride as a seed and as a woman, in which she instinctively knew that she deserved better than to be spat at by even one so fearsome as the Warborn. Suddenly she went from fearing him and desiring to make an impression on him, to hating him.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 1:03:16 GMT -5
Maegor seemed to listen to every other word, as in his mind she was little more than a worm addressing a god. However, her mention of the Dragonbane was salt in the wound incurred when he had learned of the defeat at the Battle of the Redwyne Straits. Such words were unexpected from a peasant's mouth and brought color to His Grace's face.
"Ser Brandon." he said, turning to the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard. "This peasant has displeased us with her impertinent tongue. As the King's Justice is absent, would you be kind enough to bring it to me?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 1:06:49 GMT -5
Fear cut through Vira's rage-clouded mind like ice. Thinking quickly, she realized that she had to find some way to save herself. She tried to assume a more pleasant expression. "That seems a little hasty," she purred.
(Roll Request Seduction - Novice)
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 2:23:54 GMT -5
"Nobles have lost their heads for less." the king remarked, though raised a hand to halt the Lord Commander. "To whom do you think you speak, peasant?"
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5