Aerie's Chambers

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie’s chambers are large and spacious and splashed with burgundy and black décor. Weaponry adorns her walls and books line a single shelf, near which rests a deep red desk. It is said her chambers are more elaborate than even her parent’s, and that she takes great pride in all her belongings, much of which she has collected on her travels.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie sat stiffly in a chair, her face arranged in a worried frown. Her fingers would occasionally twitch towards a sheaf of parchment that lay spread across her desk, its smooth surface blissfully blank of her emotions. She glanced to Alyssa, who was leafing languidly through a well-worn book, carefully ignorant to Aerie’s debacle. Finally, Aerie grew weary of starting at her wordlessly, and she deigned to speak. “Alyssa.” The woman did not look up but grunted her acknowledgement. “I don’t understand.” Alyssa reluctantly pulled away from the novel and regarded Aerie with glowing amber eyes, annoyed but listening. “I know how politics work, but it’s incredible, not to mention rather unsettling, how we can swing from one stance to another so rapidly.

“At first, I was to kill the Stag, then to simply imprison him. Before two days had passed, I was now to aid his ascent to the throne. A while following that, my house was threatening war on him and I was considering betrayal. When I finally decided to stay true to my family and sneer at the Baratheon’s claim, my house suddenly swung in his favor and has now knelt to him. What am I to make of that?”

“You bend your knees and bow your head, that’s what you do,” Alyssa replied simply. “It’s not your place to question these things. We have been saved from war and you remain paramount of the Riverlands. What else do you want, a prideful ending from a book of fairytales?”

“Maybe that is what I want,” she returned, but her heart was not in it. “I don’t know,” she relented. “Perhaps I am finding issues with everything.” Alyssa snorted her agreement.

“What you should be worrying about are the Ironborn.”

“I’ll let Warren worry about them, but if we fight, I will fight also.” Now Alyssa laughed outright, tossing back her head in glee.

“You truly are a stupid little girl, Aerie. Try to behave like the woman you are.” At that, Aerie only scowled. Sometimes she thought Alyssa knew her a little too well.

“Fine, then I’ll leave for King’s Landing to grovel at the feet of my new king. Is that what I should do, especially after I sent him that letter about putting his head on a lofty pike? He would deserve it as well for taking me prisoner and handing me over to that wildling bitch like a sack of potatoes.” The memory of whacking Aranya over the head with her hilt brought a sly smile to the corners of her mouth. “Maybe I’ll meet my good friend there as well. I think I will go. Warren can hold Raventree without me, I should think. Do you wish to come?” she asked, suddenly excited. Alyssa sighed and threw her book against the wall in reply.

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OOC: "handing me over to that wildling bitch like a sack of potatoes" ;D No more whacking the wildling bitch over the head!