Thread: Paper Swords & Thorny Roses [Sanoci x Fruit] {GoT}

A rianna D ryner F Although the rotting corpse remained inside the sept, the swarms of visitors left soon after paying homage to their former Bloodroyal. Only those affiliated with the ruling house remained Syn could see her brother speaking to some of his associates, the maester conversing with his stewards, and the silent sisters attending to her father's corpse. Might as well burn the bloody thing and live our lives . But the customs demanded her father's noble corpse to be on display for longer than she would like. The issue of succession weighed more importance in Syn's mind, and she would rather don her father's crown than kneel before his coffin. Salt filled her elderly lungs and tickled her eyes as she watched the tides wrestle. It has been thirty years since she had last stepped foot in Dorne, and this thrice-cursed wasteland hasn't changed one bit . She had been a younger woman then. Her first husband had passed away earlier that year. Lady Yronwood thought against having me feed her children. She thought the sorrow in my milk ought to make them bitter. I wonder how they've grown she thought as she saw the Sand Dome of Yronwood peer in the horizon. The noise of the fishermen in the port soon outgrew the noise of the waves. She felt herself sink deep into the market, her eyes studying the shops and stands on her right and left. Have the herd delivered to Greenspoon she told her servant boy as she proceeded to lose herself in the market-square. Merchants to her right and left were enticing her to buy their goods some announced they had the cheapest prices while others sang about the freshness of their catch. One merchant even tried to flirt with her just to get her to buy his oysters. A knight wearing an azure armor with a hooded hawk blazoned on his chest introduced himself as Ser Ossifer Fowler. Lady Fowler, milady Syn of house Yronwood would like to welcome you to Yronwood Castle. She has ordered me to escort you to your residence in the Sand Dome. She requests to meet you as soon as it may please you. With the black banners raised all over Yronwood, it wasn't difficult for the elderly woman to infer the cause of the invitation. Succession fued she mumbled under her breath, dropped the oyster from her hand, and followed the knight towards the castle. A lively market during the funeral of the Bloodroyal. How the times have changed! Lord Ormond Yronwood's funeral lasted a month. Markets were shut down and people wept in their homes you could scarcely see a soul wandering these wretched streets. They had her in a small room in the upper levels of the Sand Dome. A room that is normally reserved for noble visitors and envoys of high prestige. A servant girl delivered her a bowl of grapes and oranges, a flask of wine, and dry bread to appease her appetite before her dinner with the lady of the castle. I'll be preparing your bath soon, Lady Dryner the little girl said as she laid down the food. She soon left, and a while later, a shadowy figure emerged from under the bed. Syn replaced her black funeral lace with a more comfortable red robe. She sat at the dinner table in her own quarters with a flagon of spiced wine and lemon cakes. They had a honeyed deer grilled for her and her milk mother. Lets hope she remembers , she took a sip from her goblet and let the venom warm her chest. She waited, and waited, and waited. Then she came. Terrible news, Lady Yronwood! I'm afraid Arianne Dryner was found dead in her room.