HANDS TURNING LOOM...
SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK...
DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD...
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She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him...
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"SENT YOUR GUARD. BUT, YOU DID. THANK YOU..."
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THE GREAT SEPT, KING'S LANDING.
The sun had barely begun to arise, half of King's Landing still asleep with only a few here and there awake. The perfect time to go to the Sept. It would be quiet and deserted, allowing them to stay as long as needed be without fear of common folk attacking or growing unruly. Grabbing a match from the small table, Roselyn trails after Alicent, her shoes softly clacking against the marble floor. Today for her had been the same as all the others, nothing out of place.
Her hair was pinned back in braids, little pearl clips holding back any stray strands from falling in her face. Her gown was bright and standing out like it always did, an alluring mix of gold and pale blue, decorated in pearls and other jewels. The rings on her fingers, a mix of gifts from Ettore and her family in the Riverlands. She stood out like a sore thumb in the Sept of common folk and Septa's.
"Thank you for joining me today." Alicent weakly smiles, "Once again I feel as if I am in debt to you for your kindness to me."
"Tis' no problem, I always go to the Sept early in the mornings back in Oldtown." Roselyn argues, shaking her head softly in disagreement.
"Tis' nice to hear that the Faith is still strong within our family. My children do not join me, not since their youth when I used to have them attend with the Septa's and Maesters." Alicent mumbles, walking to the center of the Sept.
"I believe at one point or another everyone should visit the Sept. Mayhaps, not to pray or even light a candle. But, just to be here." She hums, "Tis' peaceful here, no judgment, just calm."
"Agreed."
"Do you come often? I know that with tension's arisen in the city that it must be hard to." Roselyn asks, chewing on her bottom lip.
"I do, the Kingsuard's accompany me. They often linger behind to allow me to pray in peace." Alicent explains, "The common folk often do not pay me mind."
Slowly kneeling down at the circle of candles, she strikes the match and lights an unlit candle, the soft crackle of the match sizzling filling the air. Tossing the match into the piles of melted wax and ash, she stares up at the towering figures before her. Each of them looked down at her, almost as if they were trying to pick everything about her apart. She could list them out without a moment of hesitation or need for correction. Oldtown had been very keen on her knowing all of the Seven.
The Father, the divine justice and who judges the souls of the dead. The Mother, the who grants mercy, peace, fertility, and childbirth. The Maiden, who is of purity, innocence, love, and beauty. The Crone, who grants wisdom and foresight. The Warrior, who gives strength and courage in battle. The Smith, who guides those to creation and craftsmanship. The Stranger, death and the unknown. The Seven were meant to judge all to guide them to a life of righteousness and peace.
