let's talk... who: Elia, Jaehaerys when: the night before the party (aka two days before the joust) where: Elia's chambers status: closed, ask before joining. :) rating: PG-13 to start
Her sleep was restless, as it had been for the last week, and so it wasn't difficult for her maid to wake her from the half-remembered dreams. "My princess, the king wishes to speak with you." "That's what I get for retiring early," Elia sighed as she sat up, and yawned, stretching her arms out. Carefully she nudged her pillowmate. "Syrah," she whispered to the Sand beside her. The maid was no maiden, but she was Elia's own age and they'd grown up together. "Jaers is here."
Syrah grumbled something unintelligible that sounded like it might have been "fucking dragons" as she rolled over and got up. Elia giggled and tossed a pillow after her, which came sailing back with another choice insult about suns and where they could stuff their rays. She wasn't clear on whether Syrah was her half-sister or a neice, or even a cousin but whatever it was, it was enough for Elia to remind her "That's your family you're insulting as well."
"That's your family you're marrying as well." Syrah made a face.
"Oh, shut up. Bastard."
"Dornish whore."
"I love you too."
It was a few more minutes before Elia's bed was mostly smoothed down, and a robe thrown around her body. She stumbled into her sitting room with a half-hearted glare at her betrothed. "Why can't you just crawl into bed with me as you used to? Why all this summoning and waking?"