Who: Elia, Jaehaerys When: Day 56, evening Where: Elia’s chamber Rating: PG-13 for wildly inappropriate thoughts... Status: closed
Elia lay on the couch, relaxing into the silk cushions and wishing that the Red Keep had been built with windows. There were days that the entire place felt like a tomb with its shortage of sunlight. Her entire body ached, and she was lying on her side. Her back felt awful, her ribs hurt and she’d had enough dreamwine in the last weeks to send her into a fog she might never get out of. Her wrists and side were near healed at least, or she’d probably have just downed the entire bottle. It had still been worth it.
The conversation with her brother worried her. Not the handing out gold and such- that was easily done and Flea Bottom as depressing and harrowing as it was, was still a sight better than the cells. The scent of cider called her out of her thoughts and she grinned as her maid set the tray down. “Thank you. You may leave us.”
The woman smiled and hurried off, leaving Elia and her companion alone. “So, Myrwin is dueling Starks and Uncle Sandro is scheming… and what of you?”