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Interacted with: Aeryn Sand | Tiras Rivers
Mentioned: [@Musoka] | [@BlackPanther]
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[right]It seemed to the Bastard Princess that Tiras was not exactly the most excited to speak with her. Of course, she had noticed him standing apart from the others in the group, isolating himself from the young Lords and Ladies. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a Beast Tamer that set him apart from them, though she had seen Manasa Stark with her own animals before. The Tully bastard and the Stark Twin should get along well, perhaps even forming a political marriage between their Houses eventually, though Illysia would rather turn them against one another. Two Tamers facing off would be the most entertaining thing she had seen here in months. 

[color=darkorchid]"Lovely, I'm sure your companions will need space to roam outdoors."[/color] Illysia had not problem with the two animals, though with a stern look toward the white dragon, Vrash spread her wings and prepared to leap back into the air. It was the interruption from the Sand mercenary that kept the reptile on the stone floor. Vrash had always been fond of Aeryn Sand, though only when Illysia was around. Of course, none of the dragons were overly fond of strangers, preferring to eat those not of Valyrian blood. [color=darkorchid]"Ryn, a pleasure as always." [/color]There was no venom in her voice, though no affection or seduction this time. Usually she would speak with a teasing flare, though she disliked his possessiveness of her even though she did not belong to him. In fact; Illysia Blackfyre would never belong to anyone. 

She saw his gaze dart back to the line of Whitecloaks, his jealousy of Arton barely concealed. It would be rather foolish of her to think that Aeryn had not seen her with the Kingsguard before, since Arton had often seeked her out when he was on patrol. Usually he was assigned to one of the younger girls, since Nymeria would rarely tolerate the bastard being assigned a guard. The Queen wanted her dead, she knew, though thus far there had been no successful attempts on her life. Not with both her mother and father holding more power than the Martell Queen. Daerys didn't hate her, surprisingly, and she found it strange for her birth father to love her still after all the years of her life that he missed. Perhaps he was trying to make up for it. 

[color=darkorchid]"Do you not have a Princess under your guard?"[/color] She asked him, looking at him with the violet eyes that seemed to drill into his very being, taking hold of him and keeping him there. Of anyway, Aeryn would know both her sharp temper and her sweet seductiveness, though she had gone out of her way to avoid fucking him or letting him see her daughter. Few people in the castle even knew that Tatyanna existed, let alone seen her. It was the bastards bastard daughter, the heir to House Blackfyre now. Of course, Illysia intended to give land to her daughter and future husband, whoever it was that she found good enough for her child. Illysia on the other hand, would find a way to sink her teeth into the Iron Throne. Even if she had to kill Nymeria to do it. [color=darkorchid]"Father would prefer I make friends with the Wards, since they will be staying here in my home and the Princes and Princesses are a little young to understand."[/color] Illysia smiled, full lips curling softly, her gaze still directed at the mercenary. 

[color=darkorchid]"Of course, we may come with us if you wish."[/color][/right]