timestamp: the requiem / spring , 486 ac . · location: eyrie , the vale of arryn. · tagging: @nightcomes
the vale is not the first place that she would have chosen to travel. though in truth, the notion could have stopped at anything that she thought she could do. currently, she stands — she cannot bring herself to sit and crease the couch or touch the perfect way that the room is aligned. you will make yourself invisible, girl. she would not leave any part of herself behind here. she knew better.
the jagged edges of the cliff face captures her attention for the moment, so harsh in comparison to the endless plains of her home. though she does not wish poor weather on those traveling the rest of this journey, watching a storm crest those cliffs would be a sight in itself. storms had no care for what was torn down in their path, selfish and unforgiving, they would destroy anything. not her though. never her.
vision drifts, focus beyond the view outside of the window and arms wrapped around her. is this what life would be like? to be passed off to a husband in a new place and expected to survive? really how different would it be to living now? the sound of the door opening pulls her gaze behind her, seemingly remembering where she was. head drops gracefully, respect in the motion for those above her even if the label she is about to use is utterly incorrect, “ apologies, my lady. did you need the room? ”
