#a raven flies from the queue to the sea

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Shadow the snow bear (post stabbing)

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@crowsandmurder

                     𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

                                                        …But I’d miss him in the morning

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Dialogue prompts taken from Star Wars: The Old Republic (ACCEPTING)

@notatelltale said:

❝ Beware of destinies. They’re rarely what you expect. ❞ / Vis @ Rhea!

The lady of Runestone gripped the book she had been holding, startled. Slim fingers —scarred from years of falconry and archery— gripped the leather cover that the words 'Divination and Other Higher Mysteries' were etched on in gold details. Recognizing the king, she was quick to bow.

"Your Majesty," she greeted, returning the book to where she'd grabbed it from. "I'm sorry if I'm overstepping."

Despite having been married to his brother for almost two decades now, Rhea hadn't known the king all that wall. She had only ever seen him a handful of times. The longest having been for her wedding to Daemon– which had also been the first time she met Daemon himself, as a girl of ten and six, while the now king then prince had been a man of twenty. At first glance, it had been clear that Viserys had been happier to be there than the groom himself. But that hadn't told her much.

Now, as a woman of thirty and four who had spent the last eighteen years married to his brother, she wasn't sure what to expect of the king.

"Lord Hightower spoke highly of the royal library," she said. "I just wished to see it for myself."

As his words registered in her mind, she couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. Yeah, she knew a thing or two about destinies that didn't meet expectations. She was married to Daemon Targaryen, after all. A man who had been described to her as handsome and charming before she ever met him. Handsome he was, there was no denying that. The 'charming' part had been a complete lie.

His bronze bitch, he called her to anyone who listened. Where was the charm in that?

"I don't expect much of my destiny these days," she confessed with a smile. "I've come to learn with age that the least eventful the future, the better."

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Information - Beskha

Beskha is 6 feet tall, which is quite tall for a Dothraki woman. Due to her formative years being spent as a pitfighter and then her teenage years and adulthood as a sellsword, she has a muscular -though lean- build that makes others consider her masculine.

Her name is misspelled. The name her Dothraki parents gave her would be written Veskha, Great Leader. But due to her being taken from them at the age of 3 and enslaved in the pits of Meereen, nobody really cared to get it right.

Despite her name meaning Great Leader, her parents weren't of high status within the Khalasaar. Her father was a rider and her mother was a rider's wife. But they had great expectations for her, having been told by an older woman of the Khalasaar that their daughter would one day reach greatness– and they believed this to mean that she would some day be the Khaleesi.

While enslaved in the pits, she and the other child slaves fighters all daydreamed about one day fleeing together and finally being free. They wasted many opportunities to escape on their own, wanting to stay true to the promise to do So together. However, after being forced to kill her best friend in combat, when the opportunity arose to leave on her own, Beskha took it and never looked back. Her fellow pifighters resent her for this.

She met Asher four years before the events of the game, they fought back to back against a common enemy and became like siblings, traveling together and swearing to travel, fight and die together.

Beskha really does not appreciate Asher making her show her burnt left arm to Daenerys as proof of their encounter with Drogon, nor Asher telling Daenerys about her past as a slave just to secure their pay. She resents both those things because she believes they make her look weak.

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Rhea nodded and smiled as the king asked if the journey had been kind to her. "A bit slow at times, but the winds favored us for most of it," she said. "Nowhere near as fast as a dragon, but enough to not quite lose sight of one if it were flying ahead."

He was so different from his brother– already, and despite not having gotten to meet him much before —once at her wedding to Daemon and rarely ever since—, she could tell there was a stark difference between the king and the prince. If they weren't so alike in appearance, that stark difference in personality would have made her believe they weren't at all related.

"I must disagree, your highness," she said. "As I doubt that a place with these many books can be in any way boring."

Her gaze went down to the book. "The title peaked my curiosity," she confessed. "My grandmother strongly believed in prophecies and such. I guess it makes sense, given my family lords over Runestone. It made her paranoid though." the memory made her snort. "She had my wedding to your brother delayed twice, because she said the runes showed unfavorable circumstances for a wedding."

She wondered if that third time, the runes had shown favorable circumstances for their union, or if her grandmother had simply grown as tired of waiting as the rest of the family. If Rhea had to guess, she would say it was the latter. She doubted that anything, runes or otherwise, would have said anything favorable about her wedding to Daemon and if it did, then they weren't trustworthy sources of information.

"I trust my husband has NOT passed on my invitations to you," Rhea said, knowing that making excuses for Daemon was probably unnecessary, given this was his brother– who certainly knew the man's temper and behaviors better than anyone. "If you enjoy this sort of reading, your grace, you might enjoy the sights of Runestone. It is believed that if one looks at the runes at certain times of day, they can make predictions." Daemon would not be happy about his brother being invited to visit, but that only encouraged Rhea to do so– anything to keep the man away from home longer, to keep her peace. "While I try to forge my own future, it can be amusing. One time, I visited runehill during the dawn to ask about my future husband, and my rune turned out to be the fire chariot. I think it fits Caraxes well enough so... perhaps there is some truth to it."

Dark grey beneath garnish, chisel marks akin to human scars spoke of use and age and so did strong, rustic spines edged by the raw bark. Dust such as this was well-praised across Valyria, for the royal library held many values locked inside.

The visit of his brother's wife was surprising but not unwelcome. Good grief, it really has been that long?! An almost decade-long separation made detached consanguinity all more interesting. A shame it took that long -- if one asked Viserys; it was a part of his philosophy that boundaries should be strengthened in defiance of distance. The Young King upon ascension never had quite a chance to converse with Rhea and his knowledge about the strain of conflict between her and Daemon was built on the smallest amount of scrubs ( had he known the extension of it earlier he'd find it rightfully troublesome ) but because the Lady of Runestone was now among circle of his kindred spirits, he had full intention to treat her as a part of his family which she was and no less. But now, upon his arrival where he found a member of House Royce there, the King's attitude pleasant and open-handed as renown greeted her presence with a friendly and familial embrace.

" Ah, Rhea! You're not overstepping in the slightest for your presence is cherished in the Red Keep, I hope you journeyed well? And I see you have found a place of greater comfort than beauty, quiet, boring, but my favorite; The Hand navigated you well. " The way directing recommendation fell from Otto's side was not surprising, the man had keens in advocating mercurial scholarships and in fact, the place has had its chants; a sanctuary arcing like the end of a cat's tail, taking one from solitude to soulful bay of inky treasures.

His vision comes across the title Divination and Other Higher Mysteries. Old opalite with engraved integrity ... scratched carving a bit paled where it had been dinged. " Good piece, " ringed finger pointed with tonal emphasis at the one in her hold, " that one. If you're driven by curiosities the North section also holds archived records of both Essos and Westeros. " Gathering skeletal fractals in supporting knowledge is more peripheral to one's central passions.

'' I would ask how come, but I also strongly agree with what you just mentioned. Divination brings ideas of destiny and even a rock radiates back energy after sunny day. Perhaps we shouldn't forget that the future is also something we can create in the present time. ''

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