Months, months that were once weeks, weeks that were once days, days that were once hours and even minutes.
The horizon had shifted, what was once endless seemed to finally have an end as Kings Landing came into sight. Bustling of towns people could already be heard and it was refreshing, silence is sweet but overbearing whereas noise was overwhelming but free.
In no time it seemed they were making their way to the Red Keep, Oberyn had fallen into a steady sleep after numerous complaints about everything from the smell to the heat all the while Larena could only shake her head, she quite liked it here.
Stained glass orbs grazed all that came within eyesight, she nudged the sleeping boy as she saw the Royal family, 'Oberyn look alive atleast, we are to meet the King.' He shook his head as he moaned, ' The mad King Larena, MAD.'
Without a word or even look she exited the carriage, graceful as ever, her dress flowed as she walked towards the King, a low curtsy followed, she could see Oberyn pristine shoes next to her and could barely hold her chuckle as his toes wriggled.
Drifting down the family she saw him.
Dark silver hair, harsh violet eyes, her heart felt as if the gods had pulled it from her body. ' I do not lie,' The words had left his mouth like the sweetest silk, 'when I say you are quite beautiful Lady Larena, the bards do you no justice.'
Heat crept upon her neck and settled in her cheeks, 'You are something remarkable, my Prince.'
Oh the light th at shone in his eyes, it could warm the heart of a nightwalker she thought.
Barely a night had past since arriving in Westeros, and yet she still barely knew the intentions of this trip, the Princess of Dorne had only mentioned that due to Elia's illness Larena was to fill her place, but what was Elia's place?
