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It was silent for the time of day that it was, a gentle breeze seemed to blow through the branches as the sound of a horse breathing hard echoed through the trees, taking off at a full out run as his rider looked over her shoulder. Nymeria Sand wasn’t entire sure where she was. No, she had no bloody idea where she was. She was lost, very and incredibly lost. She slowed her horse down to a light trot, giving it a chance to catch it’s breath. Everything looked different than it had before. The leaves on the tress were green and full instead of dead and dying. Yes, this was very different than the North that she’d been used to for the longest time. She chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully as she felt her horse slow to a walk, nearly stopping. “Come Lithande, we don’t have time for you to be slow.” She said, leaning down and petting her horse’s neck. As her black hair fell over her shoulder, she pulled back the hood of her cloak and looked around, in hopes of making some sort of sense to her surroundings. A map would have been brilliant at that point, but seeing how she didn’t have one, she’d have to find her own way around.

This wasn’t the first time she’d managed to be lost in these parts, oh no, she was often getting lost as she entered the land where snow seemed to not exist. Her green eyes looked around for any sort of movement, but were filled with disappointment as no one seemed to be around. Lithande made a noise in boredom as she started to head back the way that they had previously come from, “Oh you seem to think you know where we should be going, don’t you.” She laughed softly as she sped Lithande back up to a trot, perhaps they’d find a town somewhere nearby. Lithande however, had a mind of her own as she kept a steady walking pace, causing Nymeria to sigh and shake her head, “You sure have your own mind.” The breeze grew a little colder as they made their way through the trees. Maybe they were central somewhere? She shook her head. How on earth did she get lost this easily! Then again, everything did seem too look the same.

Nymeria began to grow tired as Lithande picked up her speed to a faster walk before moving into a trot. This woke Nymeria up a bit more as she looked around, curious to see if anyone was in or around where she was. When she saw that no one was around she sighed bit. This really wasn’t adding to her already oh-so-good day. She breathed a breath of relief as she saw what looked to be Kings Landing. She hadn’t been here in years it seemed. When she was given the opportunity to fill in her father’s position on the small council, she could hardly refuse. A part of her, though thrilled for the thought, was also slightly worried. Had something happened to Oberyn? No, she couldn’t think like that, besides, surely word would have arrived to her if something like that did happen.

Pulling her hood back up on top of her head, she attempted to look a little more of a lady than of a lord as she rode towards the capital. It’s true, under all the dirt and dust, her pale features would show through and she would look as though she belonged in the high courts. With her free hand, she took her hair out of the plait it was in, tucking the wires into a saddlebag, letting her hair fall freely down her back, cascading into what looked like a dark waterfall. She looked up as she entered into the city’s core, taking in the surroundings that she had seen a few years ago. She avoided the glances from the women in the city’s core, avoiding the eyes full of disgust as to how Nymeria looked. She kept her head down, pulling back her hood as she looked up, hoping to see someone who could direct her in the right path.

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lyrics;; all i need by within temptation
muse;; what have you done? by within temptation
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[arianne]

Arianne was in the King’s Landing but for an entirely different purpose. He had requested an audience with the heads of the House’s and ordered for them to swear their faithfulness to him. Of course Arianne remained aloof and not giving direct answers, but for now it was still entirely unsure which side would benefit the family the most. She had a hard decision to make and it weighed heavily on her shoulders.


Arianne smoothed the sides of her silk gown as she walked through the halls and out to the courtyard, pulling the wrap out of her hair as it cascaded in ebon waves passed her shoulders. She let out a small sigh as she continued her aimless wander. It was clear that Arianne was lost in her thoughts, after all trying to figure out what to do for your people isn’t an easy job, but it was one she knew she was destined to do. She is next in line after her father passes to the next life.


The King’s Landing was quite a sight to be seen, much different than Dorne but not –as- beautiful. Though little places had the beauty Dorne has and plus she was just slightly biased. Only slightly. Arianne decided to leave the castle and move into the actual city. Her sun-kissed skin stood out among the pallid tones, she really looked like a fish out of water. The men of the city would stare while the women would glare at her, they were only jealous, which she enjoyed more so. She knew she was beautiful and often used it to her advantage. Not too far behind her she had guard following her to protect her in case someone decided to attempt to do anything stupid. Risk taking yes; stupid no. The streets held many dangers especially for the wealthy.


A smug smirk was glued on her face as she wandered through the various shops and stands in the market place, looking for something to catch her eye though not seeing anything overly spectacular. Picking up a few things for herself to take back to Dorne she got some fabrics for her servant back home to fashion a new gown for her but that was really it. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed someone slipping through the crowd, looking a bit uneasy and mostly lost. At first she paid no mind to it, and then she noticed a particular piece of jewelry. Arianne narrowed her eyes at the cloaked figure before little out a surprised snort.


Moving through the sea of people she tapped the cloaked woman on the shoulder, with a light and somewhat relieved tone spoke to the woman, “Well well well cousin. Tis’ a pleasant surprise to see you here.” Arianne was delighted to see her cousin Nymeria, in her mind it’s been way too long since they’ve last seen once another.

[tyenesand]

It was actually a rather beautiful day, and the packing was going well. Should she need to make a quick departure back to Dorne, everything that she needed would be ready. Everything had to at least appear perfect, and when things went her way it was easy enough to appear content, serene, and calm.

She had began making another concoction, a rather interesting poison that made a person's innards rot. The thought placed a smile across her soft lips as she ensured that the correct amount of the particular poisons were used.

A soft frown replaced the smile as she looked for a particular venom that she was sure was originally full and correctly preserved. It was rather odd that anything was not as she had left it ensuring that nothing was labeled purposely. It was her own method on how things were categorized, and she was damn sure that no one would be using her creations and variables against her or her family.

Tyene's ire rose as it choked her as she tried to meticulously organize everything to ensure that it was all there; except for that venom. She growled and barked for Freyda to appear before her.

A young girl entered quickly with shuffling feet, her head lowered in fear and respect. "Freyda, were you cleaning in here the other day?"

"No, my lady." The timid girl said.

A blond brow rose at the answer, "But you know who was in here?" The woman's hand gripped the girl's chin and lifted her green eyes to meet her own blue.

"Y-yes, my lady." Freyda responded with a voice wary with fear.

"Are you purposely being dense? Who was it?" She lifted her voice just the slightest bit, causing a whimper to escape from the servant.

"Milia!" Freyda yipped as she tried to get out of the path, if her mistress should decide to strike her. Of course, being held by the woman made it impossible and just increased her ire significantly.

"Where is the girl currently?" Tyene demanded. "She is in the servant quarters, my lady."

The woman's eyes rolled and she picked up a green vial with a golden stopper and looked at Freyda. "Take me to her." Freyda nodded, and at a rather quick pace led her to a woman that was in bed, breathing very shallowly. Her hands were bound and it was quite obvious the woman was cleaning her lab and had knocked the poison. Thinking she could simply clean up the mess and put the vial back, as if it would not effect her.

"Next time, tell me immediately. I do not want any clumsiness in the lab any longer." She stated softly. "Y-yes, my lady." Freyda replied, understanding that this was exactly the reason why she was not allowed to clean her mistress' work table.

With a quick examination, Tyene had noticed that the woman's hands were already being eaten away and blackening. "What a waste. What good is a servant with no hands?" She said to no one in particular.

The antidote would perhaps save the girl's hands from having to be cut off at least, but every girl had their vanity. The better alternative would have been to kill her to save her from such a pitiful life. "Freyda, you do realize that if Milia had told me sooner, I could have saved her hands from rotting off? Was your friendship worth your friend's hands? What she cleaned up would then start eating up her arms and need to be cut off..." Just in case the girl did not understand what had transpired.

Clean linens were torn up and the hands were washed and the antidote was applied. "You will take care of Milia's hands until I return." She said, and just as quickly she swept from the room.

Tyene was not entirely a cruel woman. Every once in awhile she had a heart, and often times the motives were what drove her, as well as the method of how she felt it was necessary to react to the situation. The girl had almost lost her hands for her clumsiness and lying by omission. The punishment fit the crime, but killing off a servant was a waste, at least to her.

Another servant was hailed, and a mount quickly bridled to take her out to pick up the ingredients that needed to be replaced. "A shopping expedition." She gave as the excuse, to leave. Anything that she could not grow herself was procured by her personally. In this she did not trust a soul to get it done properly.

Tyene was on her way to Flea Bottom, a place where she would hopefully be able to procure her ingredients.
Tyene, fair skinned and ethereally beautiful, stood out amongst the crowd despite her efforts to blend in. Although she was more conspicuous visually, Tyene could still spot her dark haired sister and elegant cousin in the middle of the packed Bazaar. The youngest Sand Snake pulled her hood up, concealing those eerie blue eyes, and padded softly over to Nymeria and Arianne.

"Well met, sister." she smiled serenely at Nym. "And you, cousin. How strange to have such a family meeting, and here! Of all places...." Tyene disliked Kings Landing, and it was conveyed through her tone.