The carriage drowns in silence mid evening before Calah disrupt its peace
"She cried, never seen a drop fall before, It's no news you're her favorite daughter"
Anne chuckles
One could hear the jealousy in her voice even from slumber, she got used to getting no attention from her mother but hoped maybe some day half a drop would fall for her too.
"Can see you with Ser Tommen's babies already" she tries to make it all seem less depressing
"Can see you with prince Galahad of Yarden babies"
The last thing any woman would want was to end up with a Yarden. Everyone knew how they
treated their women like whores. Calah being left in silence.
"Or George of Wodiam"
Anne sure knew the best way to get Calah mad, The key was the talk of marriage, she hated to talk or thought of it, especially with all the stories she heard
Maybe if she was a peasant she wouldn't have hated it so bad.
***
Without a Map you could know you were close to Miledale, with the sun and the heat it invented, So hot that Drae began to remove his armet, the armet he had wore ever since he joined Brighton's soilder that even Calah hadn't seen his face yet.
"Finally, some entertainment" Podrick became excited
"Hold your tongue"
Drae slowly begins to pull off his armet, dropping it on the table with bags
"You sure are a fine man with unusual eyes"
He had barely showed a living soul his face,his eyes or his true self. The ones that knew him best only knew him for being a great swordsman with a strange accent and nothing more without getting to ever take a glance at his face
Not being sure how to react to the statement being made.
"And does that bother you?"
"It sure does" Podrick pauses after taking another deep stare into his cold blonde eyes, it wasn't the type anyone could ignore,you could feel so much emotions in the moment by just looking into it
"could get the lady calah in trouble with those" he continues
"Is it always this hot in these areas or did I forget what season 'tis it" He mummours to himself
Podrick looks at him one more time before responding
"We're barely away from Brighton, should have gotten used to the greater light over us by now unless you're not from the land of course"
"Did i speak to you of being a brighton folk"
Podrick's curiousity is now triggered
"ha I knew it, your accent had said so much. Now where does a fine man like you come from"
"If i tell you, will you let the birds sing"
Podrick looks into his eyes with succumb in his
"Grenzek"
Podrick begins to laugh hysterically as Drae looks at him with disgust
"shadow island as the story tellers call it. What now, do you think im some fool you can decieve with mythical stories and islands huh. Who comes up with these ridiculous tales anyways'' Podrick continues to laugh as he slowly notices Drae looks at him with disgust
Finally getting himself together, he sits upright and he clears his throat letting out a cruchy cough
''Are the stories true'' he finally asks
''Let the Birds sing''
(Lady Ursula's pov)
I stood by the gates as I addressed Grey and some other trusted men before leaving the place,putting Grey in charge for he was most capable since the King was barely alive and was mostly to be dead soon.
Did it matter to me if he were dead or alive? I only cared for our children for they had grown so found of their father and couldn't imagine them without the man, i mean my husband, their father.
While Grey spoke to the other men all I did was watch as George addresses the other men on the other side of the gates, I obviously couldn't recognized all the men in this castle but I sure knew the men watching the King's room and these were the men with George before he walked toward my side of the gate
''I'm ready, Mother" Grey and the other men immediately excused us.
''Great, and his Grace?''
''With Uncle Frey''
I could see how uncomfortable George had gotten just by letting out that name, but i believed nobody despised that name the way I did, so many pictures and memories in just four words
The same Frey that raped 13 year old naive Ursula when she married his brother, the rape didn't matter much to me anymore but the same Frey that claims to be heir of the throne after word got out that hus brother was at his death bed, after years of abandoning his blood finally comes back to claim a throne whilst George lived
''Prepare the carriages, I'd see the King one more time before we leave for Miledale''
''yes, your Grace''
I made my way back into the room as I find Frey sitting beside his brother like he cared for him and not the throne, should have brought in my dagger with me,at least no one saw me come into the place except the doorkeepers.
''He'll get better soon'' I said as I stood and watched from the door trying my all the hide all profound disgust and anger in me by his presence.
He began to leave his previous position heading towards me as I continued my best to hide anger in secrecy
''His body has turned Grey and it's as cold as an IceHouse''
''And what do you propose, I end his life?''
''We should'' he responded shoving his breath around my air''
I scoffed immediately, I sure knew men were mad but Frey was beyond
''So you'd become King and get to fuck me every night again while the true heir mourns, your actions are quite obvious''
''This isn't about power, I've seen it all. A stranger ursurps the throne in my dreams, I see it. Believe me it isn't about power. The gods want me..''
''Again with your false gods, we serve diffrently here and George will be king if anything happens to the king, you may leave''I said as I toyed with the golden cross on my neck, reminding him of who we worship
''He won't help you this time, I leave Wodiam at dawn but my eyes doesn't'' he said before he left the room
If there was something Frey took from the room it was the anger I brought in with me, I'd been so angry that seeing him leave with disatisfaction it made me relieved but his words had struck me too
''he won't help you this time''
I'd been a faithful Christian until of recent when I began to loose all hope of him which is exactly why I had contacted a witch to help with Edward, he had been laying on this bed for almost all of the year and if there was one thing I remember Hannah, Mother of Edward say a lot before she died was '' A king asleep is a Kingdom asleep
As I exit the room I find Ian, the head of doorkeepers talking to the guards on duty
''I do not want anyone coming in while Im away excluding the Sorcereress, Henry and Vicenta
''Yes, your Grace.''
