Post by MORELLA LANNISTER on Aug 29, 2017 16:56:02 GMT
The towers and large walls that made up the great castle sitting closest to the coast in King’s Landing drew the eyes of all visiting parties. Even the horses seemed to cock their heads up as if to take in the fantastic structure before them.
Sure, the grandeur was something written at length about, but Morella was largely unimpressed.
Beauty was not known to trump formidability, after all. The Red Keep, with all of its ornate and beautiful design, was not impregnable. Good folks may look to it in wonder, but how long can one thing be admired before it becomes detestable in the minds of the masses?
She knew the answer. What with the current conflict taking place within its walls, the fall of the great red rose of King’s Landing was imminent in her eyes.
The Targaryens were not the only ones facing such great risks. Morella was thankful her home sat high upon a hill. Casterly Rock was a mountain fortress when compared to this crown jewel. She smiled at the thought.
Her travels were preceded by a message on the wing. Ravens traveled far faster than horse-drawn carriages. She reckoned her note had already been read and reread many times over before her official landing into the capital city. Morella hoped for that at least.
As they drew their horses into the great gates that separated the royal lands from the lands of the city, she eyed Multon, her trusted advisor, with a knowing look.
”Request counsel with my eldest daughter. She should be expecting me. Tell her to set aside a place for us to speak away from others. A reunion between a mother and her first daughter should be respectfully private.”
Multon nodded in silence. He was a good man, one that worked dutifully beside the Lady Lion since her arrival upon Casterly Rock. He loved Morella, as many of her advisors did.
Love was a great tool.
Once the caravan settled, Multon departed before her with a mission to find Yuliya. Morella would mingle in the meantime before entering the Dragon’s Keep as a mournful, dutiful servant to the realm. She kept her pace slow, waiting for Multon to return with Yuliya.
Many things filled her mind, but the foremost thought was one of great relief in seeing her daughter once again. A soft smile played on the corners of her lips.
Sure, the grandeur was something written at length about, but Morella was largely unimpressed.
Beauty was not known to trump formidability, after all. The Red Keep, with all of its ornate and beautiful design, was not impregnable. Good folks may look to it in wonder, but how long can one thing be admired before it becomes detestable in the minds of the masses?
She knew the answer. What with the current conflict taking place within its walls, the fall of the great red rose of King’s Landing was imminent in her eyes.
The Targaryens were not the only ones facing such great risks. Morella was thankful her home sat high upon a hill. Casterly Rock was a mountain fortress when compared to this crown jewel. She smiled at the thought.
Her travels were preceded by a message on the wing. Ravens traveled far faster than horse-drawn carriages. She reckoned her note had already been read and reread many times over before her official landing into the capital city. Morella hoped for that at least.
As they drew their horses into the great gates that separated the royal lands from the lands of the city, she eyed Multon, her trusted advisor, with a knowing look.
”Request counsel with my eldest daughter. She should be expecting me. Tell her to set aside a place for us to speak away from others. A reunion between a mother and her first daughter should be respectfully private.”
Multon nodded in silence. He was a good man, one that worked dutifully beside the Lady Lion since her arrival upon Casterly Rock. He loved Morella, as many of her advisors did.
Love was a great tool.
Once the caravan settled, Multon departed before her with a mission to find Yuliya. Morella would mingle in the meantime before entering the Dragon’s Keep as a mournful, dutiful servant to the realm. She kept her pace slow, waiting for Multon to return with Yuliya.
Many things filled her mind, but the foremost thought was one of great relief in seeing her daughter once again. A soft smile played on the corners of her lips.
YULIYA LANNISTER
GREY!
