#quietmuse

[ofangelsanddemigods]

Alice was quiet as she made her way to the stables. When she was considering life out of the city, on the countryside, she never thought this was how she was going to get it. Just two days prior she was making her way through the Scottish countryside. Trying to find any sort of place she could stay in to hide.

What she'd found instead was a group of women performing some sort of ritual. And after they'd left, she approached the stones. Reaching out to touch the stones, she felt her head spinning. Then.. she was elsewhere. And from there, it was a blur... It all happened so quick. From her running from the man in red, trying to get away, to the man attacking her.. then it was the man helping her get away.

She'd stopped the group from breaking the redheaded man's arm, and helped him to pop it back into place. When she'd arrived to Castle Leoch with the group, she'd been directed to one Mrs Fitz, who has helped her to get dressed in this new era.

Then the next day had come. She'd had breakfast with the others, having not eaten a lot, due to her nature and not being used to eating a lot. She'd made her way to the stables later that day after she'd explored a bit, having heard the man she helped was there at the stables, tending the horses.

She stands for a moment, admiring the horse. "What a beautiful creature." She comments, not approaching the horse and letting him handle it. She smiles softly, leaning against the railing. "I never had horses growing up."

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he was a DRAGON, more than that he was the rightful king and he demanded to be treated as such. his sweet sister had presumed him dead, so naïve in thinking that she was the only surviving targaryen with the blood of the dragon. stupid, foolish child. she certainly wasn't fit to rule the seven kingdoms, HIS KINGDOM. viserys was notorious for scaring off those that were meant to work closely with him in his personal quarters, those that prepped his clothes, bathed him, fed him. he was harsh, easy to displease and he liked things to be done a certain way and the dragon within him was so easily AWOKEN. it was time for another, the last one so scared she ran away in the night; doubtful she would survive long, wandering around like a lost little lamb she was bound to get eaten. the new girl entered the room, and viserys barely even looked up until his meal was put down in front of him. "how do you expect me to eat this without--. . ." he looked up and saw the girl, his words seemingly drying up in his throat as brows furrowed. the lannisters send you a gift, your grace. no doubt in the hopes that it would spare them when he finally made his way to kings landing with his own dragons in tow. they knew what they were doing, by sending her. was she a spy? did they expect him to really be this fucking stupid? viserys grabbed her roughly by the wrist, violet eyes darkening as he looked at her, "this is your one chance to tell me if you are a spy. if you lie, and i find out later down the line, i don't care about our past i will have you tortured and FED TO MY DRAGONS, do you understand me? tell me the truth."