Who: Anna, OTA When: Jan 2 Where: The Red Keep, the Great Hall Rating: PG13 Status: OPEN
Anna watched the king on his throne, doling out decisions and looked every inch the bored courtier. The land of her birth had been ever so much more interesting when a Targaryen sat the Iron Throne. What ever was the world coming to? Selester had nearly died of shock when she'd swept into his rooms, and then he'd nearly died of arsenic before Anna could remind herself he should stay alive if she wanted to be queen.
Queen Mother sounded so terribly trite.
No, she'd do much better as queen to her bumbling buffoon of a husband. Her dear Sea Lord would be pleased, and she could think of a number of others who would be all too happy to see that happen. Oh, yes, herself included. She wondered if certain old friends would remember their promises of old... but of course they would. If they didn't she'd have to make sure their memory was effectively revived. Such jolts could be painful to such fragile old creatures...
She signalled one of those old friends below with a movement of her sleeve.
An advisor to the Arch Maester stepped away from his usual spot and walked toward the door. Anna turned and had a brief conversation with a lady of her own age, tho by appearances it could have been her mother. A bannerman of the Tyrells, she looked uncomfortable speaking to the lady they had all assumed to be deceased. Foolish people, always trusting what they were told.
A few minutes later, Anna excused herself as well and headed out of the gallery and down the stairs which would take her into the path of the young and talented maester. They were going to have so much to discuss; especially on the matter of time and how little of it they now had. She could hardly afford for the possibility of what had befallen the Lannister girl happening again. No, such a thing would not do at all...