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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 13:19:23 GMT -5
Lady Tysha had been given a chamber in Maegor's Holdfast for the night, with an adjoining sitting room, an anteroom for her personal guards, and splendid views of the city below the hill, and the Dragonpit in the distance. The bedchamber was large and handsomely appointed. This suite of rooms had once belonged to Princess Rhaena, King Maegor's favorite daughter, which accounted for the spacious elegance and sought-after views. However, all of Rhaena's personal effects had disappeared, and it was now a neutral guest bedroom, with only the expensive furniture as a reminder of its former occupant.
About an hour after supper, a steward appeared at the door, respectfully bowed, and asked if Lady Lannister would receive Lady Vira Blackwood in her sitting room.
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 15:57:41 GMT -5
The steward is informed that Lady Tysha would be glad to receive Vira. When Vira arrives, the Lady of the West is in the midst of having her hair combed by one of her handmaidens, utilizing a set of exquisite and ornate tortoise shell combs.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 16:31:12 GMT -5
Lady Vira entered as the steward departed, wearing a gown of soft pale blue wool,with motifs of the Faith - a pattern of seven-pointed stars, the lantern of the Crone, the hammer of the Smith and the sword of the Warrior - embroidered in silver and black thread at the collar and sleeves. It was a gown that had belonged to some previous noble lady while she was with child, and Vira had deftly altered it to her own measurements, and elected to keep the now-blasphemous embroidery in its place. Vira had taken to being a Targaryen very easily, in all respects except that of religion. For all of her pragmatism and general indifference to the gods, Vira had been raised in a traditional Andal village. The Faith had always felt more real to her, despite her hatred of the Faith Militant and the sparrows who had killed her family.
If she was thrown by the informality of seeing Lady Tysha at her toilette, she did not show it. Vira smiled and curtseyed, slowly because of her pregnancy. "I am very pleased to meet you, my lady. Since we could not see each other at dinner, I thought I must see you afterwards, before you leave us on the morrow." Vira had been eating alone in her chambers since the King's successful duel with Ser Symon, so as not to inflame any further controversy by appearing too brazen in public.
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 17:07:41 GMT -5
It occurred to Vira that Lady Lannister likely would have cared more for formality had her guest been of higher birth.
"That is a lovely dress." Tysha remarked, her critical eyes doing little to hide that she thought nothing of the sort. "I suppose you owe the gods thanks for proving your innocence."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 19:05:23 GMT -5
"It is certainly one of the finest dresses I have ever worn," Vira replied with a slight smile. She seated herself. "I owe the gods much and more. For proving my innocence, and for giving me a noble husband not just once, but twice. I have come seeking your advice, Lady Lannister, for I have heard you are a lady for honor and virtue, with more experience in these matters than one such as I."
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 19:25:45 GMT -5
"I wonder who it is you heard that from." Tysha replied lightly in response to the flattery. "Though I would be happy to provide counsel where they are required. You are unfamiliar with the customs of court, after all."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 19:31:04 GMT -5
"I have become somewhat more familiar with the customs of a Targaryen court," Vira said with a twinkle in her eye, "But not so much in the manners and customs of being a lady, and the mistress of a castle. The King plans to offer my hand to Lord Stark of Winterfell, after he annuls my marriage to Ser Axell Blackwood."
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 19:39:23 GMT -5
"How fortunate for Lord Braem." Tysha replied, face a mask. "Be sure to give him my warmest regards."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 19:49:28 GMT -5
"Are you well acquainted with him, my lady?" Vira inquired, surprised at the familiar terms that Lady Tysha seemed to be on with Lord Stark. She had learned something of the great distance that lay between the Rock and Winterfell, and guessed that traveling such distances was not common for those who did not ride dragons.
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 19:57:03 GMT -5
"I have never met the man, truth be told, but he seemed content to sit in the North while Casterly Rock was under siege." she replied in an icy tone. "Nonetheless, I will be certain to pick out a fitting wedding present."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 20:34:30 GMT -5
Vira had not known this tidbit of information, ignorant as she was of much of the alliances formed and broken during the long war against the Faith Militant. "I'm very sorry to hear that, my lady," she said, her voice softening. "And you with your young son to protect." She did not know that Tysha's son Lyonel had in fact been born only a year previously.
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 20:39:59 GMT -5
"On what matter did you wish my counsel?" Lady Tysha inquired impatiently, not wishing for her sympathy.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 20:54:04 GMT -5
"I have heard of how well you have handled your household in Casterly Rock and the flawlessness of your hospitality towards your guests, going by the warm admiration with which the King has spoken of you," Vira replied with a smile. "And I would love to emulate it."
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Post by The Gambler on May 25, 2014 20:59:52 GMT -5
"I have heard it said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." she mused in reply. "However, I have found that it is only an indicator of laziness."
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 14:26:56 GMT -5
"Is that what other women told you when you were a girl and learning the arts befitting your station, my lady?" Vira asked. "If so, that is a pity."
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Post by The Gambler on May 26, 2014 17:29:56 GMT -5
"No, my mother taught me that a true hostess innovates." Tysha replied evenly. "The former was simply my own observation, but I would not expect one of your background to understand the concept of a genuine thought that was her own. You are a pretty one though, but when that fades we will see how much fuss is made over your well being."
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:24:58 GMT -5
OOC: A+, I died. Aerie and I are making you an Honorary Bitch.
"You are ignorant of my background, so please don't make assumptions of why I am sitting here in the Red Keep today," Vira replied politely. "If it only took a pretty face and being a seed to rise from being a poor miller's daughter to being the King's mistress and advisor, the rider of one of the largest dragons alive apart from Vhagar, and a lord's wife, then there would be scores of pretty seeds walking these halls today. The men of House Targaryen have certainly sown enough of them. And yet, you see none of them here but me. And since moving here, I have become accustomed to the disdain of fine noblewomen, all the while wondering what they would be without their own pretty faces and high birth."
Vira rose. "I will see myself out, my lady. I have no desire to stay here and be insulted. I will wish you a good evening." She turned and departed.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too