[img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQ0LjgyMmVhZC5TV3hzZVhOcFlTQkNiR0ZqYTJaNWNtVSwuMA,,/formal-script.bold.png[/img] The small dragon perched on the young woman's shoulder as she stood atop the battlements of the castle, watching as the kings wards arrived one by one with their accompanying knights and followers. The first had been the Stark twins, since their elder brother was soon to marry one of the Karstark daughters and the boy was apparently very cold toward those outside of the North. He would make a good King in the North if there was ever a war inspired over it again, though that would not be for many years now that the young Manasa and Morgan had arrived in King's Landing, first of the many to come. The boy was excited, she could see from the pace that which he drove his horse ahead of the wagon behind him where his younger twin was riding upon the back of a direwolf. The girl would be someone she should befriend, or at the very least, find a common enemy with as the girl was sure to have some talents born within the North. The next she'd seen was a girl, blonde and riding a horse though she seemed rather awkward this far from the sea though the greys she wore couldn't have been more obvious of the ironborn. This one would be Robyn Greyjoy, a girl who would know little of Westeros as those born upon the Iron Islands rarely learn the customs and culture of Westeros. She did not have a large caravan with her, which spoke of where she lacked though the people of the Iron Islands had always avoided Westeros, or the Greenland as they called it. After the light haired Greyjoy passed through the gates beneath her she saw a pair she did not recognize, two of dark hair though they wore armor and carried weapons. They were not dressed as she had expected, though these people all came from different walks of life, none as free as her own. The two were speaking, though she could not hear what it was they said to each other but from the way they moved there was a certain familiarity that came only with family. After then there seemed a constant wave of caravans, large parties and pompous idiots coming to court because their parents cannot simply say 'no' to the king. She turned away from the displays of power that were all too showy to actually mean anything; many of them were just over compensating anyway since they all knew there was little to be done when fury would rain fire from above; a full grown dragon was very hard to defeat. The girl walked the hallways that day, avoiding the wards while she went to find her brother and possible marriage partner in the future considering he was one of the few ways she was ever going to sit upon the throne without an utter take over. Of course, there was always the option to kill him and his siblings though there were few in the world she could and would breed with to produce her own heirs after her ascension to the throne. --- [h3]Four Days Later[/h3] She stirred when someone next to her moved, waking and sitting on the soft linen sheets, the male standing to pull his pants up though when the white haired girl stirred he looked back at her naked form laying on the pearl white sheets. It was his room, far from the tower that which the wards slept in and where the red haired girl had been attempting to seduce the male and convince their parents to marry them though Illysia would never allow that to happen. The blonde looked down at her as she blinked open her eyes, the deep violet looking up at the male who's bed he had shared with her. He smiled, surprisingly, as just the night before he had been yelling about how much he hated her and how she would never be a dragon; how he had ended up fucking her that night would remain a mystery to everyone since as far as they were aware it didn't happen. [color=darkorchid]"Good morning brother."[/color] She greeted him and lifted herself off of the bed, leaning up to kiss him where he stood and the fifteen year old boy blushed in embarrassment even though she knew she hadn't been her first fuck though he hadn't one of his sisters before. She disliked the boy, very much because of his mixed blood though even she understood the meaning of powerful allies and fixing the blood on the slight occasion. She had no desire to bare the boy children, though she knew of no other male born only of the Valyrian blood, and thus she must become the heir to prevent further impurity and weakness where their greatest strength is the fire in their blood. He hummed while she stood, stretching the stiffness from her naked body while he looked on appreciatively toward her. [color=darkorchid]"I will see you at the tournament, no?"[/color] Her half brother nodded and she kissed him again with a smile, pressing her body against him while she slipped four gold coins from his pocket where he knew they would not be. Very few men were ever able to resist the Valyrian exotic and erotic beauty that is never seen anymore. She pulled on her dress and left, her handmaiden helping brush her hair before she left to join the others in the dining hall of the Ward's Tower. --- The young woman had been walking toward the dining hall when a Greyjoy pushed passed her on her way to the aviary - the Lannister was weak willed if he must run from his reputation - and her soft shoes brushed against the cobblestone flooring. [color=darkorchid]"Lady Robyn." Illysia greeted her as she rushed by though she did not stop to look at the young woman, nor spoke to her again when she rounded a corner to see her two men talking down the hallway. A soft shuffling of boots and a swish of a curtain where the window was not open, and the content of the conversation that had been taking place between them and she knew they were being listened too long after the males had passed by and she stood silently just out of the intruders sight range. After working for Davos for such a long time the young woman had become very skilled at hiding or remaining silent and as the male rushed from his hiding spot away from her she saw the young Morgan run back toward the dining hall, though from the way he was going it would take him longer to run then it would for her to run. Illysia turned and walked back toward the Ward's Tower. It didn't take her long to reach the dining hall were all of the wards were, a pleasant to look at young knight opening to door for her as her hand lingered on his arm just a moment too long for formality. He had been one of her customers the year before when she had been living at the Velvet Rose, and had come to her even when his parents had been looking for a suitable girl for him to marry - they had yet to succeed in their attempts. She walked into the room with all the grace of a Queen and all the confidence of Dorne, the fabric of her dress clinging to her sides where the black set off her rather pale pallor. The black was lined with red as deep as Dornish wine or dragons blood, as thick as the bonds between northern men and striking as her stark white features. There was no one else within Redkeep with the same paleness, with her pure white hair, alabaster skin and vibrant violet eyes that such a sight was something many often stared at; it was part the reason she had been desired in Dorne and most of the reason why men wanted to fuck her here in King's Landing. She walked with purpose, the fabric that followed every sway of her hips, the slit up the left side of her dress showing off one of her long legs while her gaze trailed over those in the room, a smile displayed upon perfectly red, plump and lewdly moist to the observant onlooker. She was here, with the wards for the first time since their arrival and it was clear she thought herself higher than them, though not with such pompous attitude of past Lannisters, or with coins, but with a strength that had yet to find its bounds. [color=darkorchid]"Good morning, children of nobles past."[/color] Illysia carefully nodded to the room full of nobles children, carefully noting where each of them were while the small reptile on her should belched a puff of black smoke. The dragon hatchling was red as the embroidery of her dress - that which she had done all by herself - and had clearly hatched less than a fortnight ago. Along with the small dragon, a viper from Dorne was wrapped around her opposite forearm and lazily resting it's head upon her shoulder; she was not afraid of the animals, nor would she ever be. The direwolves not too far from here seemed to stare, though with a glance they returned to sitting with their master - one of which was sorely missing then - Manasa Stark and continued eating what they were allowed. Like her dragon they would need to hunt for food soon enough. Between the many young nobles assembled in the room there were a few she recognized and a couple that she knew from her years in Dorne; one was Atoran, the son of her foster fathers cousin and related to the current Queen - who, admittedly, would have made a good wife to one o the Princes of Dorne, being Queen of Westeros was just unfortunate. The boy was the second cousin of the father of her child as well and she gaze him a glance and friendly smile, a small wave to say that she remembered him though there would have been plenty to remember from their childhood. He was a pretty boy, a flirt and notorious for having a different woman in his bed every night; not that something like that would bother her, he was Dornish after all and of all those here, she would understand best the allure of passion and warmth. He wasn't the only dornishman in the room though and her gaze skittered over to where several of the young ladies were sitting and talking together, one of which a miss Tully, though she couldn't say she was a fan of how the girl seemed so critical of everything. Beside her was a man, not some boy barely growing into his manhood, but a full grown man standing not too far away from her. She raised her eyebrow in question, wondering what he would want with such a boring girl when there were plenty others much more exciting in King's Landing - Illysia could personally point him toward a few - and shrugged lightly, causing the snake on her shoulder to stir slightly. She was never subtle about how she looked at those around her, especially when there was something to appreciate, though she never touched when first seeing someone. He was tall and clearly of the Dornish bloodlines, but she knew he was really just a dog. She caught his gaze for a moment and just for a fraction of a second her sweet smile turned to a coy smirk, but quickly it shifted back as she continued looking for the girl she wanted to see. Soon enough she's seen what it was she was looking for; a small and obviously frail young woman, the young Alyssa Arryn. She approached without fear, passing the two Dornish men where her elbows - raised from lifting the hem of her dress off of the ground - brushed against either of them as she weaved through the crowd. Her gaze landing upon the back of the small child's head while she carefully picked away at her food and decided that this one would be the worst of betrayals - but without the Arryn on the playing field there was a chance to dispose of her three royal siblings. [color=darkorchid]"I bet your parents never told you that they knew my mother."[/color] Illysia was never one to introduce herself, as her appearance betrayed her for who she was and her name for what she was; her touch and the sway in which she walked gave away her past. She looked kind enough to her, as she sat down in the seat next to her, a plate before her empty for the time being though without thinking she reached out to find a small bowl of raw meat was sitting for the young dragon. She had informed the servants that her and Raena would be attending and they had left for her a small bowl of raw board for the small dragon to burn herself. [color=darkorchid]"I hope you have slept well since your arrival; King's Landing is sorely lacking in allies for any one of us."[/color]