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WARNING: DISTRESSING THEMES!
WHEN ALIA COULDN'T SLEEP, SHE DECIDED TO VENTURE OUT ACROSS RHE FIELDS FOR SOME PEACE OF MIND (THE DOTHRAKI CAMP WASN'T QUIET ENOUGH FOR HER). Despite all her tossing and turning, sleep just seemed to evade her, and rather than trying for hours on end, Alia decided to head out instead. Alia had taken her horse and rode out across the fields, further out than she had been before. All she had to light her way was a lantern, and little to no means of relighting it should it go out.
Alia rode out until she was satisfied with where she ended up; she came to a stop atop a large, grassy hill that overlooked the landscape. Had she been able to see, Alia would have imagined it to be a beautiful sight. The grass whispered to her in the wind, and reminded her that she was not alone.
Above her, the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled like tiny, tiny diamonds. Back in Illyrio's manse, Alia enjoyed spending her time out on one of the many balconies, overlooking the ocean and staring at the stars, listening to the waves crashing and relishing the feeling of the wind running its fingers through her hair. If she shut her eyes, she could replace the rustling of the grass with the sounds of the ocean, and soon she felt as if she were home.
But perhaps 'home' was being too generous. Illyrio's manse had never been her home, had it? Not really. Not if she would end up trailing after the Khalasar a few years later. And yet, it was nice to forget for a few moments. When Alia slid off her horse, she nestled down in the grass and relaxed on her back, staring up at the sky, watching the stars twinkling billions of miles away.
Her horse whinnied in discomfort a few moments later, and Alia rose up on her elbows and frowned. Its white coat shimmered in the lanternlight, but as Alia looked around, she couldn't find the source of the horse's discomfort. Irregardless she kept looking, shushing the horse and patting its flank as she stood up and grabbed ahold of its reins, straining her eyes as she peered into the dark.
A handful of moments passed before another horse entered the clearing, braying loudly once its rider forced it to come to an abrupt stop. The rider slipped off quickly and unsteadily, very nearly slipping over in the grass and laughing incredulously as they did.
"Hello?" Alia called out, dropping the reins and picking up the lantern instead. She shone the light towards the mystery rider, and stopped dead when the light illuminated the face of Viserys Targaryen.
"Alia!" He cheered, perhaps a little too loudly. He stumbled as he walked forward, all the while with an animated grin on his handsome face.
The wind changed direction, and Alia was met with the strong and overpowering scent of alcohol from the would-be King of Westeros.
