* ⋅ ✧ 𝐕𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐒 .
The Queen was dead. Vaera was still a bit in shock of all of it. Yes, she was older, but was it really a natural death? The events of late made it all seem suspicious. Perhaps, she was being paranoid, and she not dare speak her mind to just anyone. If was not a natural death, she did not want anyone trying to silence her for questioning things. No. She would investigate later. Right now, it was time to turn her sights to a new, worthy successor. Vaera had influence with the people, helped many, was adored by many, and her business allowed her the priviledge of knowing a secret or two about people around the Keep. She walked around, listening in on others, although it was quiet. She sighed, noting someone who seemed to be paying their respects to the Queen.
“And now no one can leave until a successor is chosen. It seems there are so many options, one must wonder how long it will be.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 resinate with him . he feels no loss or disappointment ... nothing at all . in truth , he had no opinion of the dragon queen during her rule and he still lacks one in light of her death . as he passes by those who sob openly on the grounds , he can’t help but wonder which ones are true and which ones are a facade to hide a darker truth . not even he would fake something so vulnerable . instead , so he does not appear too insensitive , belos isolates himself from the crowd . his arms are folded tightly against his chest and he’s watching the waves crash over the edge of the docks . there’s a lingering thought ... if daenerys targaryen’s passing will do westeros any good . he’s caught off guard by a familiar voice , and if it not vaera , the blacksmith would have shrugged her away . ❝ you could leave , i suppose ... but they might have your head if you try , ❞ he jokes , though he does not doubt they would do such a thing . how long ... gods , all he wants is for the nobles to leave . ❝ they better hurry it up , then . ❞









