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"Sometimes we must do things that we do not like because it's what must be done. It doesn't mean we must be overtly cruel because our hand was forced," Rhaenyra replied gently. "Do not lose who you are because of this."
Bones// Open
“Back away, nice and slow.” Bones growled, his voice a deep rumble in the back of his throat. His eyes life fire as he watched the person in front of him. He did not trust them so he was on full alert, his long claws digging into the dirt. “Now what do you want?”
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"No one asked for any of this but you do what duty tells you to because you must. If you don't then why are you fighting so hard for it? Why not pass it to someone who might be willing to take that up and do what you cannot?"
A Tavern, early evening ...
In one corner of the tap-room Thera settled herself behind the table she’d more or less commandeered, a bowl of fresh grapes to her left and a goblet of mead to her right. Pursing her lips, she blew a bit of non-existent dust off the table top and deftly unfolded a red silk cloth, revealing a deck of cards resting face down in the middle of the square.
“Now, then!” She plucked a grape from the bunch and bit into it with a grin, eyeing the patrons who’d noticed what she was about and were looking her way, “Who has a question they’d like the cards to solve?”
Somewhere in Westeros ...
As near as Thera could tell, this cabin was deserted; abandoned, even, judging by the dust that had settled. The exact why of that might remain a troubling thought, but the fireplace was working and the walls and roof apparently intact, and so whatever risk might linger it was better than the frost outside.
Or at least, so she hoped. The wood piled close to the fire wore the same coating of neglect as the furniture and floor, but it had obviously belonged to whoever the place belonged to ... or, whoever had been moved (or forced) to flee the place with little notice at all.
... Someone remind her again why she ever decided to come north?
That is to say, she knew why. House Blackwood had holed itself up at Raventree, largely adrift while the greater Houses - she snorted at that, but the sentiment was born of pride rather than fact - the greater Houses fought over their land and handed them parcels of it to keep the peace. Thera stabbed at the burning logs with a poker, ignoring the added smell of scorching dust; if only the Tullys hadn’t cowed under like whipping boys ...
Then the Riverlands would not be held by some faceless Lord in the mountains to the east, and they would hear some name other than Lannister or Frey. At least the Starks ... She paused abruptly, poker still in hand and head turning a little as she listened. Was that the sound of a horse outside?
» ♞ « — - ; ❝ Winter is drawing to a close -- the Starks will regret to hear -- as is my patience. I haven't got all day. Out with it. ❞
