The Tourney at Ashford

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:51:53+01:00

There was a moment, a quick one, where Alessia's hand raised as well in expectation for what was about to happen and then suddenly the Kingsguard spoke and everything came to a standstill. For a few seconds she just held her breath. Unsure of what would happen and then, as if a silent prayer was answered Maekar relented.

Letting out the breath she held Alessia could only chuckle as a way to relieve the built tension. Not quite believing the turn of her morning so far.

Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind and through those she dug one out, one that wasn't driven by one of many emotions swirling through her mind. Forcing on her usual smirk, albeit quieter than usual as to not seem too cocky she shot for an opportunity.

"Perhaps you have need of a sword?" she suggested, softly. Testing the waters. A nervous tinge coming into her confidence that held her cheeks a little higher when she smiled, a soundless nervous laugh as it were.

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:51 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:36:42+01:00

Anger flares in Maekar's eyes and he raises his empty hand.

"My lord prince?" the kingsguard interrupts. "I do believe she's telling the truth."

And with that, the anger vanishes from Maekar and his face sinks in defeat; he is an old man frightened and concerned for his child. "I know," he whispers, turning away and slipping the dagger away. "Unlike the others, this one may just be telling the truth."

Statistics: Posted by House Targaryen — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:36 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:28:26+01:00

"I am not being coy milord, I honestly don't know," she said, lowering her head slightly but fighting the urge and looking back up. No, deference wasn't key here, being seen as honest was. Directly looking at him she quickly thought of what he could be thinking, but of course.

"I've been in Braavos for years, since I was only a child. I was only ten when my father died, when I left home for something other than that life," she said, forcing in facts, truth. Anything to convince him of her honesty.

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:28 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:21:54+01:00

"Don't be coy with me!" the prince roared. "My son is missing and I know Aegor has sent agents in support of those bastard cousins of mine! That is not coincidence!"

The kingsguard looks slightly worried but remains in his spot.

Statistics: Posted by House Targaryen — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:21 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:16:24+01:00

Another, not Alessia, might have slipped from the wall when she pulled her hand in front of her and laid her palms out toward the floor. Eyes having gone to his as she saw the changing mood and suddenly before she realized there had been a dagger. Though her smile remained, it was fueled more by disbelief than any other thought or emotion.

"Let us not be too hasty milord, I have no idea what you are speaking of," she thought quickly, and added all she knew. "I heard on the street some princes were supposed to arrive, is that who you're talking about?"

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:16 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:10:38+01:00

"Home?" Maekar's eyed widened slightly. "The age works, I suppose."

He hand goes to the blade at his waist and he draws a short dagger, his eyes wide with fury, "Where is my son? What has Aegor done with him?"

Statistics: Posted by House Targaryen — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:10 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T21:01:08+01:00

"Learning how a Westerosi fight, if I am to make myself into the finest sword this world has ever seen I need to know how everyone in this world fights of course," she said with no lacking confidence, and no lacking spirit to the grin she wore.

"Every girl dreams of seeing home again someday anyway, although this is a bit more south than I would have liked, it had to make due," she added with a slight shrug.

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:01 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T20:56:07+01:00

"Braavosi trained sword?" He sneers and remains quiet for a moment. "You certainly don't look Braavosi - though I should have suspected; the accent is a giveaway."

"You've given me quite a headache, Alessia Braavosi Trained Sword." He glances to the kingsguard who accompanied him into the cell then back to Alessia, "And just why, by the Seven, are you in Westeros?"

Statistics: Posted by House Targaryen — Mon Sep 04, 2017 8:56 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T20:25:34+01:00

Complying easily, she takes up a spot on the back wall and leans against it. Crossing her arms over her stomach, in part to give her some comfort from her wound and also to give herself that laidback appearance she felt was rather important for her.

"Alessia," she said with a light smile, noting that infamously white hair, "milord. Braavosi trained sword and protector of drunken men," she enjoyed saying that last part, a little snark made it's way in. Coupled with a slyness to her grin.

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 8:25 pm

Re: A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T19:03:28+01:00

The door to the cell opens and a guard in pure white steps into the cell, red hair and beard framing a stern face. He gestures Alessia back towards the far wall; once she's complied - at sword point, if necessary - he nods towards the door and in steps a large man with white hair and beard.

His eyes narrowed, he looked at the woman, "Who are you?"

Statistics: Posted by House Targaryen — Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:03 pm

A Free Stay [Day 4, Early Morning]

2017-09-04T08:57:17+01:00

Hair a mess, face a mess, body a mess, everything was a mess. Drinking that wine that Derrick brought her last night was probably the worst thing she could have possibly ever done. Surely, it would be a mistake she would make again one day. Anywho, with the morning rays casting into the cell and through her messy strands.

Cleaning up as best she could, Alessia's morning was rather simple. Wake. Make herself look presentable, as best as one could when laying in a cell of course, and then wait. It wasn't for anyone's sake but her own, a day in a cell wasn't going to break her spirit. That would have been... honestly... pathetic. Especially since now she didn't have to worry about where to sleep the night prior.

It was, honestly, quite the boon to come out of the whole mess.

Statistics: Posted by Alessia — Mon Sep 04, 2017 8:57 am