#zialla 002

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @lightxshadow when and where: kings landing, following the announcement of the death of lord garland hightower and lady simonetta redwyne. lucrezia finds herself within the dragon's city uncharacteristically alone, desperate to speak to the high septon and jaehaerys targaryen in person. there is also another reason why she finds herself outside of the reach. context: following the divorce between garland and zialla, garland gave lucrezia their infant daughter whilst he took time to sort legal matters whilst zialla returned to braavos. lucrezia still has rosaria hightower, the heir of oldtown, in her care and under her charge. double context: zialla and lucrezia hate one another.

the distant sounds of ringing bells at the harbour filled the skies above kings landing, a city she had not been expecting to be within so soon after her departure; but the sight of two cold as stone bodies upon the alter of the great sept of oldtown once again was enough to cause her to wish to remove herself from the rolling hills of the reach. even the sails of the arbor did not feel as though it would provide her with what she needed, even the clasp she held onto her prayer beads or the way her knees remained bruised with how much she remained upon her prayer mat.

none of it seemed to quench the whispers that started in her stomach, the pangs of anger; pangs she had not even felt at the death of her own father at the hands of tirius rowan.

the audience with the high septon within the blessed sept of kings landing provided her little to no comfort, neither did discussions with jaehaerys about his grandmother, and what it was she would be pushing for. how much did her voice have a sway in the grand schemes of kings? was there something else that could be brokered over the breath alicent hightower continued to breathe? her laced black veil remained over the darkness of her curls, a cloak of wine coloured maroon remaining wrapped around her body, disguising the smallest of bumps beneath her dress.

how unusual it was for her to be here without her husband, or without her son - and yet, she had her distant niece with her.

there was a reason she needed to bring rosie with her. the blinding sun seemed to go directly into her gaze as the mass for the souls of those lost in alayim, and the collection of donations, came to a close. her jewelled hand came over her eyes, shielding her gaze from the sun, as she looked toward the great steps of the sept. she lifted the bottom of her skirts, and began to make her way down the steps. that was, until she noted a figure stood directly before her. she looked up, and felt her expression change.

to one of disgust.