elia martell (unbowedprincess) wrote in agos, @ 2008-04-20 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | aelon greyjoy, elia martell |
Elia's Arrival
Who: Elia Martell and anyone who cares to join her
When: Her arrival in Kings Landing
Where: Kings Landing, The Red Keep
Rating: PG
Status: Closed
Elia Martell stood at the center of a hurricane. All around her, servants blew in a tempest of activity, unpacking, folding, unfolding, rearranging, removing, repairing, readjusting rehanging; Elia watched them all momentarily but showed no real interest as she took a seat by the window. Outside, Kings Landing was just as chaotic as her new rooms (she was trying to ignore that bit)- all of Westeros was summoned to the celebration of King William’s coronation. Elia’s blue eyes closed. A Stark on the Iron Throne- the gods were jesting
“My lady, what should we do with the rest of your gowns?”
Elia frowned at the maid in front of her. “Put them in the wardrobe.”
“My lady… there’s not room. I mean to say that…”
Elia looked around herself again, giving a more than cursory glance at the tapestries and thick carpets and the shining candelabras. This apartment was considerably smaller than the one she had inhabited on her other visits, but back then she had been the younger sister of the Queen. Her status was not quite so important any longer. It stung, just a bit- one more reminder that Aeria was gone, and her nephew as well… Elia sighed and waved a dismissive hand. “So pack them all a bit tighter.”
The maid curtseyed and withdrew, obviously sensing she would get no help from the Dornish princess. She stood and walked to the wall of the antechamber, her eyes fastened on the tapestry that hung there- a richly woven antique that had obviously been the work of a master- it showed a great hunt and a scene of ancient treachery. Her hands clenched into fists and she drew a breath. “The nerve! I am Queen Aeria’s sister and I’m practically being forced to live in the stables. And these tapestries! Putting me in a room that showcases that monster Robert Baratheon. Stags this and stags that!” She spun on the nearest Kings Landing attendant. “Do you know he had my ancestress killed… the last Elia Martell? Do they mean to do the same?” Elia cried on the last part, throwing a silver chalice at the closest offending hanging. “My brother sends me here to show our support and this is how I am treated??”
She watched two of the Kings Landing ladies go pale and disappear out the door. Another hurried forward making soothing noises. “No no, Princess Elia. Please, I’m sure there’s some mistake…” Elia narrowed her eyes at the woman.
“A mistake Reminding me of one of my family’s darkest hours is only a mistake? Perhaps the king and queen would prefer that I returned to Dorne.”
The unfortunate lady opened her mouth and Elia raised another goblet. She dropped into deeper curtsy than was strictly needed and the disappeared down the hall. Elia watched her go and turned her furious gaze on the rest of the servants.
“BE GONE!” she ordered. She waited a few moments until only her own Dornish attendants remained, then drew a deep breath and smiled brightly at the unsettled faces around her. "Open one of those casks of red I brought. We could all use a reminder of home.”
While her request was met with laughs and smiles, Elia waved one of her ladies over. “I’d like you to find Aenerys please. And do find out if there’s anything planned tonight for entertainment."