Amelia's Chambers

[The Smith]

There was a knock on Amelia's door one evening. A sharp three raps, and then after a short pause two more. Then when the door remained close the process repeated.

[The Smith]

The door flew open and a tall woman with hair that shimmered back and forth from purple to black. Her scarlet dress had a singly pattern etched around her body in spirals, and a leg slit that almost reached her waist. Deanya Targaryen entered the room just barely and opened her arms wide, "Dahhhhrrrrlinnng... it is soooo good to see you. It has been ages." She beamed at Amerlia, and beckoned her closer, "Come here and give me a hug. I am waiting dahrling." Her accent was strange, and had a touch of the free cities on it.

[The Smith]

"Nooo... do not be silly, my pretty. They are boring. I have come to see you." By the way she said this, Amelia could tell it was a great honor to be seen by the raven haired Targaryen.

Deanya reached out and took a lock of the blonde hair and looked at it. "This is absolute beauty my gilded princess. I would slay a thousand harpies to have hair like this!." She let the hair fall back, and looked around the room. She did not seem to notice the dogs, "Is this your chamber my darling or the kennels?" She laughed loudly at her own joke.

[The Smith]

"My dear I spent three weeks living off voles on the Dothraki sea, I can live with a little discomfort." She kisses Amelia on both cheeks, and then sits down and crosses her legs. She then purposefully adjusts her dress so her long dark skinned leg is as exposed as possible. "I have heard sooooo much about you my daahhhrlling. It seems like we have met and are quite close from my perspective." She settles back and looks around the room, "How are things in the Rock of the West? Every thing here is so intricate. It is lovely. Quite lovely."

[The Smith]

Deanya held up a single finger toward Amelia, and then lent her nose down on top of the dog's head. She whispered to the dog for a long moment, as she scratched the top of his head. Then she pulled out three squares of candy and feed them to the dog. "I just loooove dogs. There was a night in the perfumed district of Braavos where a stray spaniel saved my life. There was this horrid man who had the worst possible intentions for me, when this dark dog leaped out of no where and gravely injured the man. I kept that dog with me for two days before it ran off.... back home I always assumed. You know how some dogs are never meant to be collared." She sighed sadly, and then smiled warmly at Amelia, "I am sorry were we before? Were we talking of the Princess Rose?" She tapped her foreehad and then waved her hand in the air, "My dahrling I can not simply hold a straight thought in my head these days."

[The Smith]

Deanya looked over the dog and laughed, "I am being swallowed by your fell beast here. And several ladies I know at court... whose name I could not possibly remember have all told me that you are simply delightful, and that if I was ever in the West I must stop by and speak with you." She petted the dog, and then impulsively gave him a large hug, "SO here I am, and you are beyond all the rumors."

[The Smith]

"I have traveled every day since I escaped that hellish abyss I was born to. One a cage is opened a bird never stops flying. They say that in Pentos, and those words have guided my own flight through this world." She adjusted her dress back to its perfect alignment, and picked off several dog hairs before looking up to meet Amerlia's eyes. Deanya still had a large and warm, maybe even slightly vacant smile. "My dear you simply must travel more. The goldsmiths of Lannisport and Casterly Rock have the finest reputation, and charge based on words. There are better jewelers in Oldtown and Tyrosh then your home and they charge half the price." She leaned forward and ran a long nailed finger along a golden necklace ending in a brilliant ruby to compliment her dress. It fit perfectly into the top of her cleavage. "From a man named Floren in Oldtown. He has no idea that he crafts masterwork. It is simply out of this world, dahrling."

[The Smith]

Deanya leans back in her seat again, and raises two fingers to her bottom lip appearing to be deep in thought. "Tynian? Do I know a Tynian? Is he handsome. I think I met a Tynian in Braavos, and he and I did not live a bed for two whole days." She smiled thinking about that night, and her cheeks darkened slightly, "Now that was a man." She shivered delicately, "Does that sound like your brother?"

[The Smith]

"I am married too, have you not heard. I have not seen my brother since I was five, but three years ago he decided that he wanted to marry all of his sisters, and he declared us married by proclamation." Deanya's foot twitched slightly as she spoke, "I do not recognize his disgusting claims, but it has dried up the long line of suitors I used to enjoy." She shrugged, and sighed, "I am sorry dahrling but it is an awful thing to speak of. I know how it offends." She poured herself some wine, and smiled as she filled up her cup. "We all have troubles we do not wish to confide."

[The Smith]

"He strangled our father when I was a babe. With his one arm. He was only born with one after all." Deanya sighed and shook her hair behind her, "My brother is many things, but some one I wish was alive is not one of them." She sighed, and leaned forward, "But we were talking about your brother were we not. Has he been to Braavos? Does he have blond hair? The one I met was a fabulous kisser. Every where he kissed he just sent shivers right through me."

[The Smith]

"They have interfered my darhling. They have hung three of my kin in the last twenty years." Deanya rolled her eyes, and she crossed her legs the other way, "I have not talked with my kin on Dragonstone since I left as child. They are dreadful. Absolutely Dreadful."

[The Smith]

"It has been dahrling but that is why I always try to make the best friends where ever I go. It is my secret mission in your rooms." Deanya replied, "And you have been everything I have ever wanted. Absolutely beautiful."