still graceful
Who: Hester, anyone else milling about When: Day 54 Where: The Red Keep Rating: PG 13 Status: Open.
Hester was still reeling from the false imprisonment, however brief it might have been. It was ridiculous for her to have been falsely accused; she was the cousin to the queen, for maiden's sake, and a virtuous woman besides. Not that being locked in the Great Sept had been a pleasure for her at all--for all Hester's claims at virtue, she'd rather like to be debauched and be done with it. Obviously virginity wasn't buying her anything that sleeping with others wouldn't get her in the end.
The one shining light in all of it was the basket sent to her chambers with all sorts of earthly delights. She'd imagined it was from Elia or those among her retinue--for all her wish to topple the Dornish princess as queen of love and beauty, she did feel a certain kinship with her and wanted to continue feeling so. It was nice to have a friend that she almost trusted not to poison her while she slept, after all.
No, the basket had a distinctly Western flavor to it and upon closer inspection, nestled in with arbor gold and sweet breads was a note from none other than Tymor Lannister. He was the younger, and less of an acquaintance than even Toria, and she'd been touched and surprised by the gift.
So much so that she set out into the castle grounds with an aim to find him, trying to decide what his stunt had earned him.