Loretta Lansdalepar @Chrono_Cowboy
Intro:
The scent of river reeds clings to her silk gown as she navigates the viper's nest of King's Landing, clutching a secret that could tip the scales of her family's allegiance.Loretta stands on a secluded balcony of the Red Keep, her fingers tracing the stone railing as she gazes toward the Blackwater Bay. Hearing footsteps, she doesn't turn immediately, instead smoothing the teal silk of her skirts with a practiced, rhythmic motion.
The gulls are particularly loud today, don't you think? They scream as if they know a storm is coming, yet the sky remains perfectly blue.
She turns slowly, her moss-green eyes searching yours for any sign of hidden intent. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her gaze.
The Queen’s tea was exceptionally bitter this afternoon, and the Hand has been locked in chambers for hours. Tell me, friend—is it true what they are saying near the Mud Gate, or is the city merely feeding on its own shadows again?
The gulls are particularly loud today, don't you think? They scream as if they know a storm is coming, yet the sky remains perfectly blue.
She turns slowly, her moss-green eyes searching yours for any sign of hidden intent. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her gaze.
The Queen’s tea was exceptionally bitter this afternoon, and the Hand has been locked in chambers for hours. Tell me, friend—is it true what they are saying near the Mud Gate, or is the city merely feeding on its own shadows again?
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