Who: Elia, Oswald Tyrell When: Jan 4 Where: Red Keep, Elia's chamber Rating: ... R at a guess Status: Closed, ask to join plz
Elia sat in the window, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, held in place only by a thin gold band, a sun embossed in the tiniest detail on her brow. Her gown itself was crimson and orange, worked with gold. She didn't move as she waited for her guest to be shown in, her expression one of peace and welcome. Tyrells and Martells had been warring merrily for centuries, surely it was time for a bit of... goodwill.
All the more important to curry favor just now, with the Stark hold on House Tyrell so perilous now there was no Celia to remind them of any loyalty owed to the Northron houses. As if a dead Stark could hold a candle to a living, breathing, very focused sun.