#neith; interactios.

[forgaeven]

❛⠀... when i was younger, my brother and i used to visit the docks often.  ❜ she does not mean to sound ungrateful, but the sound of the shore, some days, are far louder. neith allows herself to be lulled by it, eyes closed.

open : neith.

[forgaeven]

it has been a few days since – neith has not seen lucerys velaryon. just as well, she supposes. who would entertain the former handmaiden of a mad, delirious, and fallen queen ? the one who wears with her the skin of a dornishwoman, in her the blood of the traitorous, silent martell ? her proposal had been preposterous, so of course the dragon-born would not have considered it. foolish, she thinks, walking down the halls from where she has cleaned queen halaena's apartment for the umpteenth time.

until, a shadow –

❛⠀your grace,  ❜ surprise wraps itself around her tone. neith halts her hurried footsteps at the sight of him, the cleaning tools adjusted more firmly on her hips as she does.

@lcerys ♡'d mini starter call !

[forgaeven]

neith could hear the thumping of her own heart beating loudly in her ears. the world is restless — has been, from the moment king viserys took his last breath. perhaps neith had ought to be more suspicious around the quietness of the matter, but she had faith. she had believed it would not result to such violence. that it will come to a decision soon and, anyway, had they not all witness the crowning of king aegon ? had they all not seen it ? is it not legitimate enough ?

perhaps not. perhaps her siblings were right. the targaryens were not made to rule; they were made to burn. ❛⠀is it true ? ❜ neith's voice teeters on the edge of panic when they were finally alone; her mouth presses thin around her frown, doe brown eyes seeking her queen for an answer. ❛⠀did prince aemond ... ? ❜

kinslayer, they called him. prince lucerys had fallen under the monstrous vhagar.

@h3laena ♡'d !