Parties and celebrations were never Kiyana’s forte. There was too much turmoil and falsehood- you could see it in the faces of the Lords and Ladies. Celebrating and eating copious amounts of food while the outside world fought for breadcrumbs. Looking around the throne room, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Kiyana was clad in black, heavily armed and her eyes were constantly watching the masses. Every so often, she’d train her vision on a silverhaired Targaryen, Daenerys. It was, after all, her paid duty to protect the King’s Sister. She and her sword had been entrusted with her safety, and if she wanted to line her pockets with Targaryen gold, then she would damn well do her job. Gliding past a group of drunken lords, Kiyana reached out for a mug of mead. What sort of celebration would it be if alcohol wasn’t flowing in excess?
The politics of the evening didn’t matter much to her, although Eddard Stark seemed like a formidable man to be Hand of the King. The only true power, or at least in Braavos, had always been the Iron Bank and the Golden Company. Here, great Houses controlled the lands, allied until one stabbed the other in the back. She leaned against one of the stone pillars, sipping her drink.
Asha had arrived late to the feast, not particularly wanting to attend at all. She had spent enough time at the funeral mingling among the highborns, and her polite facade was already wearing on her. Gods only know how long she could survive King’s Landing like this. Asha’s stomach had gotten the best of her though, the idea of a feast more appealing that she cared to admit. Feasts were not too common on the Iron Islands, celebrations were usually of the drinking sort, and most of the Ironborn were off sailing at any giving point, making it difficult to get enough of her people in one place.
Spotting Kiyana at the event caused Asha’s heart to race, just a little bit. It proved that seeing Kiyana today in the capital wasn’t some elaborate dream or hallucination. She was here. She was real. (Or at least, Asha’s mind was truely getting away from here, fabricating Kiyana in the middle of a crowded room.) Kiyana stood out - To Asha, her old lover would stand out anywhere, though at court was an entirely different story. Asha watched her at the back of the hall, dressed in black it looked as if Kiyana was still fit for the funeral, though the fact she was obviously armed told the nobles she was not here as a guest, she was on duty. Asha quietly suspected that she herself stood out almost as much as Kiyana. Asha too, wore breeches and a manner that was not familiar with the courtly atmosphere, though at least they could stick out together.Â
Hesitantly, Asha decided to approach Kiyana. She wondered what kind of rules there were for talking with the guests while she was on duty, though from what Asha had seen of Daenerys, she did not seem like the strictest of jobs. “I’m glad to see you here,” Asha said, by way of a greeting, “I was almost worried I had willed you into existence this afternoon.” She reached over to the near table, pouring herself a glass of ale, she would not survive this feast if she were sober.Â



















