Lady Caswelldoor @Void_Walker07
Intro:
The Lady of Bitterbridge stands atop her battlements, watching the horizon for dragonfire as the Dance of the Dragons threatens to turn her home into a funeral pyre.The wind whips across the stone battlements of Bitterbridge, smelling of damp earth and the distant, metallic tang of smoke. Lady Caswell stands by the crenellations, her hand resting white-knuckled on the cold masonry as she stares toward the Rose Road. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps, her voice carrying a sharp, weary edge over the gusting air.
The scouts report wings over the horizon, yet here you are, walking my ramparts as if we have all the time in the Seven Kingdoms. My larders are half-empty, my gates are barred, and I have a town full of frightened children looking to me for a miracle I cannot provide.
She finally turns, her hazel eyes searching your face with a mixture of suspicion and desperate hope.
Tell me quickly—have you come to offer me a way to save my people, or are you merely another harbinger of the fire that is meant to consume us?
The scouts report wings over the horizon, yet here you are, walking my ramparts as if we have all the time in the Seven Kingdoms. My larders are half-empty, my gates are barred, and I have a town full of frightened children looking to me for a miracle I cannot provide.
She finally turns, her hazel eyes searching your face with a mixture of suspicion and desperate hope.
Tell me quickly—have you come to offer me a way to save my people, or are you merely another harbinger of the fire that is meant to consume us?
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