elia martell (unbowedprincess) wrote in agos, @ 2008-11-01 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | elia martell, myrwin martell |
guess who's free to be an annoyance now?
Who: Elia, Myrwin... other Saverio-Martell-Targaryen family members perhaps?
When: Day 56
Where: Myrwin's chambers
Rating: PG-13 for Martellness
Status: Open
The one thing she didn’t need to deal with was the thousands of questions about the trials of being held or the hardship of being locked away in the Sept. She still wore her orange gown and the band of suns on her brow but it was hidden by the voluminous folds of her cloak and she kept her head down, her hood up. Better if she passed with a little less notice from the courtiers.
Myrwin’s rooms were empty. She should have left and returned later, but if he could scare the daylights out of her, then turnabout was only fair. Besides, it might vex him. Myrwin was much more fun when he was annoyed- just everyone else was too scared he would skewer them with his spear to notice. It was an theory she’d formed early in life which so far had always proved true, and just to add an extra chance to it, she left her hood up. Elia took the opportunity to help herself to one of the blood oranges from a bowl on a table. She wandered from the antechamber to the study where she idly looked over the papers on her brother’s desk. Nothing too important but little bits and bobs of this trader’s goods or that lord’s rights on some piece of property.
She licked her fingers as juice trailed down her hand and moved her attention to a book of history lying close at hand. Oh good, she might have been in danger of losing sleep. She flipped through the pages and settled into the chair behind the desk, curling up with the book in her lap as she got comfortable, or at least attempted do. The bruises on her back and shoulders kept her from leaning back, but the relief of being free outweighed it. Juice dropped onto the book and she winced, wiping it away quickly and turning the page. Oops.
The sound of a door opening caught her attention. Hmm. A cloaked and hooded figure in his chair ought to sufficiently annoy her brother. Well. If he didn’t know it was her. It would be like him to guess right away. She turned another page in the book. She should have reorganized the papers on the desk she reflected. Ah well. Next time.