Slowly she made steady paces around the small pavilion, waiting for him to come. The leader of the strongest tribe in these parts. History said that these people use to be allies of her House for generations before her great-grandfather was killed. As such, her advisors had said that if she wanted to win back her throne and revenge her House, she would need the help of these warriors.
The people here were polite to an outsider like her, but she saw the way they cast glances in her direction and the whispers behind her back. In their eyes, she was inexperienced.
The wind ruffled the long curtains and sand blew across the stone steps. As she looked to the West she saw him. She had been here over two weeks and only now had he accepted her offer to meet. He was as tall and bulky as she had imagined, and he walked with heavy steps. A tangle of braids was pulled back from his face and his eyes held a cold edge even in the desert heat. I am a Queen, she reminded herself as she stood right inside the door, ready to welcome him in. I am a Queen and he will listen to me.
She drew in a slow breath and held her head high. When he arrived at the top she barely came to his shoulders. His dark eyes looked down at her a moment before he shouldered past and entered, taking a cursory look around. “Thank you for coming,” she said, though taken back by his rude behavior she was not going to let it get in her way. She tried to stand taller. “I have come to ask the help of your people who —“
He cut her off. “By ‘help’ you mean you want my people to die for a cause that is not theirs.” His voice was deep. The leader poured himself a drink then scoffed at the smell, placing the cup back on the tray.
She took a step towards him, her hands folded at the front. “In the past your people and my House were allies. There are generations of history between us. With your help and the help of the other tribes, I can get back what was taken from my family.”
“There is nothing between us.” He sprawled out on a long seat.
She was loosing and she didn’t come all this way to lose. It took only a few steps to close the distance between them and, to his surprise, she boldly took a seat in his lap. Her legs hung over the side is his own. Now that she was face to face with him a pang of fear gripped at her chest, but she wouldn’t let it show. His people respected bravery and strength. She had to show that she possessed them both. “My great-grandfather was betrayed and my House slaughtered. All but me.” She looked him dead in the eyes, never wavering as she spoke. “I did not survive to not take back what is mine. I will do so whether you help me or not.”
Silence filled the air. Neither one of them moved. She was so focused on holding her ground that she almost flinched when his hand lifted and he reached over to brush his fingers through her hair. “Perhaps we can come to an agreement.” The leader said.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Perhaps we can.”
Adalynne (Thanks for posing with me! Check her work here.)
Hair: MINA Emilia @ The Final Winter
Outfit: Una.. Cercei @ The Final Winter
Ryan (That’s me!)
Hair : no.match_ NO.WASTE.
Pants: 9.::GB:: Ryujin pants / Black
Set Design All @ The Final Winter
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Candle Stand (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Tray (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Table (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Bench (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Orange Tree (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Chair (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Pears Bowl (c)
KOPFKINO – Royal Pavilion – Bowl Pomegranate (c)
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