Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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Blago
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"This place is amazing." Randy spun around the center of the room in awe. It was on the top floor of the establishment, perhaps thats what the sea crew were going to call it since it had no real name.
The room was freshly clean, Lenora and Randy could still smell the soap as she flopped onto a chair that would be fit to sit a king. Randy ran around the room, opening doors and looking inside while Lenora laid on the chair.
Jemma and Melissa went to retrieve the rest of the sea crew. With the sacks of coins Lenora won from the champions fight, she hired a dozen sell swords to protect them. Just incase Kan or Khal had any friends who want revenge.
A knock rang on the door and Lenora groaned. Randy quietly stood behind Lenora as she opened the door. "Congratulations!" Blago threw a basket full of rewards at Lenora and invited himself inside.
Randy happily took the basket and smiled as he rummaged through it. "What are you doing here?" Lenora smacked Randy's hand away from a vile of poison.
Blago smiled. "I am the champions advisor. Amir sent me to advise you." Randy ignored the two as he picked up a slick black box and opened it. A dagger with a black hilt with purple stones embroidered in it shined at him.
"I'm keeping this." The short blond held up the dagger, it fell out of the box and Lenora barely grabbed it by the hilt before it fell on her toes. She sent Randy a look, although the eye mask made it hard to tell where she was looking. Randy smiled and stole the dagger and hid in the corner of the room.
Lenora went back to Blago. "I don't need advising." She puffed her chest out and fixed her posture. "I know how to fight."
The Braavosian man held his hands out. "I'm sure you do, just Amir wishes you know the roles and rules around here." Lenora nodded, putting a hand on Blagos back to lead him to the door.
"Oh really?" She opened the door and pushed him outside. "If I hags any questions I'll find you."
Blago stopped the door with his foot. "Just- be prepared to fight any night. Anyone at anything can challenge you." He spoke fast so Lenora would listen.
She nodded. "Ok. Thank you." Then the door closed for good.
Lenora stood over the basket of goodies. Mostly stuff you would expect criminals to have. There was throwing knives, daggers, exotic fruit, more daggers, a lot of jewelry, some pouches of powder which Lenora assumed was posion of some sort. Maybe she shouldn't have sent Blago off so soon.
