Post by ARGELLA ARRYN on Jun 27, 2015 17:21:57 GMT
"I do not remember asking you to move my cyvasse board." Her tone was dangerously serious and the servant girl that stood before Dione merely stared at her feet, as it they would somehow help her get out from this situation. Dione Baratheon was not to be angered. Her blue eyes looked at her brown hair, trying to make the young girl understand that there were rules in Storm's End and that she had to respect them, if she wanted a roof over her head and food to fill her belly with.
She looked almost normal as she stood there, in the dim light of the library, with her straight back and her serious facial features, a Baratheon in the true sense of the word, but the spell would soon be broken as she limped away, not looking back as she spoke a simple "Put it back the way you found it. Now."
It was strange for strangers to see the limping Dione slowly making her way down the cold corridors of Storm's End, but here, she rarely received the characteristic, omnipresent strange looks and stifled giggles. No mockery for Dione in the stags' nest. News reached her ears about a visitor, however, and she knew she had to show hospitality. Moreover, it was someone who knew her brother, Daemon, and Dione felt compelled to meet this person.
She stopped midway, the effort a little too much for her, and the black haired woman leaned against a stone wall, allowing herself a moment of rest, when no one could see her. No weakness, no, she couldn't show any weakness.
She looked almost normal as she stood there, in the dim light of the library, with her straight back and her serious facial features, a Baratheon in the true sense of the word, but the spell would soon be broken as she limped away, not looking back as she spoke a simple "Put it back the way you found it. Now."
It was strange for strangers to see the limping Dione slowly making her way down the cold corridors of Storm's End, but here, she rarely received the characteristic, omnipresent strange looks and stifled giggles. No mockery for Dione in the stags' nest. News reached her ears about a visitor, however, and she knew she had to show hospitality. Moreover, it was someone who knew her brother, Daemon, and Dione felt compelled to meet this person.
She stopped midway, the effort a little too much for her, and the black haired woman leaned against a stone wall, allowing herself a moment of rest, when no one could see her. No weakness, no, she couldn't show any weakness.
