Who: Elia, ? When: Day 56 Where: The yard of the Red Keep Status: Open to anyone Rating: PG
Elia’s gown was a shimmering swirl of orange and gold as she moved, and her crimson cloak swept behind her like a banner as the wind touched it. Though her sleeves were closed about her wrists, shielding the bandages that yet remained, the shoulders were slashed to reveal her skin and the bodice was opened daringly low. The golden suns circled her brow as the only restraint to her hair which flowed loose and free about her shoulders. Not her usual style, but it hid the bruises not masked by the cosmetics. The gold cloaks had not been especially happy with her scene in the cells- and they’d soon be less happy if Monterys used her gifts. She didn’t think they’d expected the council to release her- an error on their part, surely. Hah. But release her they had, quietly and without ceremony guiding her back to the Sept where maids awaited to bathe and dress her, then out into the daylight to a waiting array of horses and a procession up the hill to the keep. A public display to show she was alive perhaps, and reassure the public of the Regent’s justice.
Elia tried not to notice the number of guards- including one of the Kingsguard and plenty of gold cloaks as well as a number of the Starks’ own men-at-arms… and not one figure in Martell colors. She kept a gentle smile on her face, aware as she was that for all the bright colors, for the daring gown, she was only on show. Mere days in the dark cells had drained her, and it was difficult to keep the exhaustion from her face. She reminded herself to keep a smile as they passed through the gates to find a small number of the inhabitants milling about in the yard.