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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 31, 2014 18:13:38 GMT -5
"No, certainly not. Being imprisoned is hell for certain. I know, and you know...I wouldn't wish it upon anyone." She thought of Baratheon, but she decided that imprisonment would be too good for a murderer like him. She smiled. "Not anyone."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 18:17:27 GMT -5
"The days and nights you spend just thinking, boredom taking over every moment of your life!" Daenya said, a pout on her lips as she shuddered. "But let us not speak of such dire things."
A smirk spread on her face and she moved a little closer to Visenya. "So what is it like, being queen?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 31, 2014 18:21:35 GMT -5
"It isn't much different from being a lady, really. Just have real jewels now." Visenya got up and went to her vanity. "I would still be just that, had your father not wed me to Maekar. Ironic, isn't it?"
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 18:28:52 GMT -5
"This... this family has changed so much in such a short time," Daenya said, her eyes following the Queen. "However, you are not the only one with jewels!"
She giggled, looking down at her various armhoops, necklaces, rings and of course her large hooped earrings and tiara. She practically glimmered gold and diamond.
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 12:52:31 GMT -5
The door bursts open and twelve men of the Darkheart Keep guards rush in and immediately surround Daenya.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 12:55:28 GMT -5
The smile never left Visenya's face as she slid her hand into the pocket beneath her skirts and clutched the tiny orange knife. There were twelve men, but her heart still began to beat more quickly.
"Will you confess, cousin? Did you kill my brother?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 12:57:14 GMT -5
Daenya looked up as the guards entered, not entirely surprised, but still a little shocked that it was to be like this. Still, she smiled at Visenya and sighed.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" She asked simply.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 13:03:18 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what to believe," Visenya admitted, not easing her grip on the tiny knife.
"But, as you are still a traitor to my husband, the King, you will be kept prisoner. I hope you enjoyed your brief respite, Daenya." She turned to the guards and gave them instructions to escort the Princess to the tower suite recently vacated by Vira. "And from there, she will have a constant presence of four men outside her chambers. No man will speak to her or go in to her."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 13:14:51 GMT -5
"Tell me please what treachery I have committed," Daenya said to Visenya as she turned to speak to the guards, still smiling.
"Have I declared for Aegon? I have not. As far as I recall it was your husband who ransomed me, with money he still has."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 13:17:41 GMT -5
"Whatever you have done or not done, you will be safe there until my husband returns." She nodded to the guards. "Take her now."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 13:23:02 GMT -5
Daenya laughed as she was lead out.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 13:35:34 GMT -5
Visenya was tired of being laughed at and disrespected. First by Lord Baratheon, now by her cousin. She was no longer the shamed daughter of the rightful King. She had made her poor murdered father proud. She was the QUEEN. She deserved to be treated as such!
"Just kill the traitor bitch!" She shrieked, her hands balling into fists as her fury came to a boil.
(Apprentice Persuasion)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 13:53:41 GMT -5
Daenya narrowed her eyes and looked to see how the guards would react. She hadn't expected Visenya to be quite so mad.
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 15:18:36 GMT -5
The guards immediately rushed Daenya, swords at the ready. Soon she could see nothing but steel, the livery of Darkheart Keep, and, then, as their blades found her flesh, her own blood. Daenya collapsed, bleeding from a dozen wounds, as her life faded away. Visenya, watching, knew that Daenya's wounds would were too numerous and too deep for her to survive..
(Daenya is killed)
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 15:32:59 GMT -5
Visenya kept breathing heavily as the guards slowly stepped away from the corpse of her cousin. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought she might vomit. Only now did she release the tiny fruit knife in her pocket as she swallowed heavily and stepped forward toward the bleeding lifeless ruin. It had been a massacre. Twelve men were too many. Visenya felt strangely light and buoyant as adrenaline rushed through her veins.
She turned abruptly away. "Get someone trustworthy to clean it up. And burn the body. Wrap it in something to take it away. Say nothing of this to anyone."
As the guards began to work she turned again and singled two of the least bloody out. "You two. Have Quentyn Martell brought to me. I will be in the sitting room next door."
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 15:54:47 GMT -5
"Yes, Your Grace." The men who had been detailed to fetch Quentyn left at once. The others immediately wrapped Daenya's corpse in the sheet from Visenya's bed and took it away, one of them hurrying off to fetch a maid to make the bed again.
When Ser Jon Gaunt stepped through the door, all he saw was a body wrapped in a bloody sheet, the face concealed by the sheet. He glanced down at it then looked to Visenya. "Your Grace has need of me?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 16:06:08 GMT -5
"Yes, Your Grace." The men who had been detailed to fetch Quentyn left at once. The others immediately wrapped Daenya's corpse in the sheet from Visenya's bed and took it away, one of them hurrying off to fetch a maid to make the bed again. When Ser Jon Gaunt stepped through the door, all he saw was a body wrapped in a bloody sheet, the face concealed by the sheet. He glanced down at it then looked to Visenya. "Your Grace has need of me?" "Yes, I have." She stepped forward, lifting her elaborately decorated skirts above the spots of blood on the stone floor. "The Princess Daenya was a traitor. She murdered my brother after I intervened. The Lord Baratheon is, as well, but we must wait for the King to return to deal with him," she added by way of explanation of the corpse in the sheet, dignifying the dead princess with only a vague wave of her hand. "I...well, I thought I ought to have the man whom my husband and myself trust the most in all the city at my side when I meet with the Dornish captive." |
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 16:12:01 GMT -5
"Of course. The Dornish are known to be treacherous," Gaunt observed. "Does Your Grace intend to meet the prisoner for any specific reason, or simply as a Queen greeting a hostage?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 16:14:59 GMT -5
"You forget that I am half Dornish, Ser," Visenya said, though with no trace of ire in her tone. This was ironic, as Visenya had just proved herself incredibly treacherous. "I wish to speak to him about the massacre in the pass, and about my brother. I want to know what he knows. Prince Quentyn may be our last chance to avoid all-out war with Dorne."
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 16:59:20 GMT -5
"of course, Your Grace. Will you be speaking to King Maekar about ransoming the prince back to his kin?" Ser Jon asked.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 17:15:09 GMT -5
"I will pass on any information I glean from the Prince to the King. I am not sure what will happen from there." She looked momentarily wistful. "Do you know where he is? He should have been back now. I worry that Aegon and Rhaena will descend on the city sooner than later. I need the King to be here with me then."
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 17:40:07 GMT -5
"Yes. We all hope for the same," Ser Jon agreed. "I've not seen the King today, Your Grace, nor yesterday either. No doubt His Grace is simply negotiating with some lord or other."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 17:50:40 GMT -5
She frowned and furrowed her brow. "Between you and me, Ser, I am worried about him. I worry that something ill has befallen my lord."
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 1, 2014 19:24:43 GMT -5
Ser Jon frowned. "That is...possible, but I cannot accompany His Grace on dragonback. Only Snow could do that, since he has his own mount. I presume he serves Aegon now. Perhaps Your Grace-"
But he broke off as the door opened to admit Quentyn Martell, a young man and handsome, dressed in brightly coloured borrowed silks. Announced to Visenya, he bows to her. "Queen Visenya, you are as beautiful as I hoped you would be."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 1, 2014 20:55:26 GMT -5
She smiled at Gaunt before turning to greet the Dornishman. Gaunt was trustworthy, unlike most men she knew. She was grateful that she had at least one such person in her life, though he was by and large Maekar's man.
"Prince Quentyn, you are a flatterer, but I expected no less from you." She held out her hand for him to kiss. "I hope you have been treated well on your journey here? Come and sit with me." She gestured to two chairs at a table draped with black silk embroidered with dancing red dragons. There was a bowl of fruit and a bottle of wine sitting atop it.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too