~~~~Unedited~~~~The sky was pitch black. No stars littered the empty void and only a quarter of the pale moon was visible. Crickets sung and soft chatters came from outside the Keep's high walls. The wind blew even softer. Rhae stood on the balcony of her room wide-awake; sleep was impossible.
She had books on old tales of Westeros scattered across different surfaces and a single worn, leather bound book hidden in-between the feather mattresses on High Valyrian. Rhae had found it in the castle library covered in thick layers of dust. The more time passed, the more she believed no one knew of the book hidden under scrolls that dated back before her father ruled King's Landing. After she stole it, she begun to revive and strengthen her Valyrian tongue every night. It helped her sleep, yet tonight it did not.
Rhae studied the brown ink on the yellow parchment for nearly two hours and found to be more awake that before. She closed the book in frustration, squished it between the mattresses, and stood on the balcony. For another hour she listened to the streets of her birthplace before she sighed, moved from the solid red/brown rock that the railing is carved into, and strode across the room to the heavy wooden door.
Rhae walked the halls with no particular destination in mind. Absentmindedly, she ended up in the archway of the Great Hall. The room itself was huge and vacant. The vast doors are made up of bronze and wood, and looked heavier than Niclas's ship. The chair her mad father occupied 16 years ago sat atop a raised dais at the end of the wide
It looked so small from the doors.
To reach the Iron Throne, you had to climb up two rough, black stone steps. The floor of the Great Hall consisted of different coloured marble, and overhead is
atop a raised dais climbed up to by two sets of wide steps of rough black stone, while the floor is made of different types of marble. Overhead is the towering vaulted ceiling, with massive arches and columns. On the right side of the Hall stands a raised gallery that connects to other areas of the Red Keep. To the left side of the Hall, several windows with stained-glass depictions of the seven-pointed star of the Faith of the Seven allow light to enter. Each column has a large, metallic brazier that seems to be constantly ablaze. The stained glass window behind the throne depicts the seven-pointed star in yellow and red.
She walks up to stand in front of the Iron Throne, admiring it. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Rhae gasps and quickly turns around to be met with Devron's soft, green eyes.
She smiles and lightly laughs, "You scared me." Devron laughs lightly as well, both thinking about their days on board the ship when he would scared her. Rhae turns back to face the Iron Throne. "But no. I haven't seen anything like this before." She takes a deep breath, "I never imagined myself standing here to be honest." Her icy eyes meet his green ones.
"Me neither." He looks back at the Iron Throne. "Have you heard?" The man glances back at her.
"Heard what?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Niclas refused to be Hand of the King."
"What? When did this happen?" She furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"The day after we arrived." He sighs, "The King held a council meeting and Niclas gave the position to Tyrion."
"If he's been Hand for a month, why are we still residing in the Tower of the Hand?" She then snorts, realising they could've sailed away from King's Landing by now and been across the Narrow Sea. "Why are we even still here? If the King has had Hand for this long, Niclas isn't needed and neither are we."
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Sweet Sister
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