Post by Meduzia on Aug 9, 2013 12:18:33 GMT 1
Let it rain
There'll be no spring
(...)
All I ever feel is
All I ever see is
Rise and fall
When the War of the Thrones has begun
Blind Guardian - War of the Thrones
Teter's head felt heavy, clouded with wine, but that seemed to be the only way to deal with all the people she held in this goddamn castle right now. Nobles, or so they called themselves, but he was them as little more than those in poverty begging for their safe spot. Idiots. There was no safe spot, and she was an idiot too, because she promised them one.
It was a bad time for riot to happen. Very bad time, and here at the North, it was worse than in other parts.
Teter was youngest daughter of some moderately powerful long, but she was youngest. Her sisters married well, at least two of them did. The other three got small lords. Teter got a small lord too, with a crappy piece of land, but he was ambitious. He wanted heirs and he wanted land to give to them. He wanted them to marry royal daughters. He didn't get those sons (he had only one, not even hers) before he died, but his ambition got him the land. And she kept it, after his death in the war. She kept it, and she would keep ascending. North didn't care. It wasn't like this anywhere else, nobody had it harder. They were cannibalistic creatures with no strong hand to rule them, no master in their ancient ash-house they called castle. And she was one of them, ruling behind closed door and firm face of her blonde stepson.
A man only few years shy of thirty, it was him she should've married. She wished so, every day, and she proved it equally. They were a match, more so than her and that old coot her father gave her away to (if he sold her, she would feel better, but this was a slap to her dignity. He had practically told her she holds no worth). It didn't matter. The old goat was gone now and she kept power through Ramiel, but power had its price, price that she was't always willing to pay.
Her head was murdering her, for one, and she could only stand all those people they let in if she was half-drunk. She used to inhale something imported from Essos before, but Ramiel forbid it - it was one of those prices. She was left with old boring people and no way out.
Today, however, they had new guests. A small hope, but hopes live longest, and she hoped there will be females, funny and not prude ones, and than they will want to talk to her. Male company tired her once they started talking tournaments. Fake, faint smiling was not her forte.
Teter sat down into the great chair, far greater than the house ruling in the castle, and waited. She would have to excuse Ramiel once again - surely he had gone hunting, to bring some food in these so desperate times. No need for them to know that he was avoiding their company, or that he didn't go hunting for animals. She will take care of their guests, like she always did, because she wasn't all that good with people, but she could listen and she could reason, and they would make the final decisions later.
There'll be no spring
(...)
All I ever feel is
All I ever see is
Rise and fall
When the War of the Thrones has begun
Blind Guardian - War of the Thrones
Teter's head felt heavy, clouded with wine, but that seemed to be the only way to deal with all the people she held in this goddamn castle right now. Nobles, or so they called themselves, but he was them as little more than those in poverty begging for their safe spot. Idiots. There was no safe spot, and she was an idiot too, because she promised them one.
It was a bad time for riot to happen. Very bad time, and here at the North, it was worse than in other parts.
Teter was youngest daughter of some moderately powerful long, but she was youngest. Her sisters married well, at least two of them did. The other three got small lords. Teter got a small lord too, with a crappy piece of land, but he was ambitious. He wanted heirs and he wanted land to give to them. He wanted them to marry royal daughters. He didn't get those sons (he had only one, not even hers) before he died, but his ambition got him the land. And she kept it, after his death in the war. She kept it, and she would keep ascending. North didn't care. It wasn't like this anywhere else, nobody had it harder. They were cannibalistic creatures with no strong hand to rule them, no master in their ancient ash-house they called castle. And she was one of them, ruling behind closed door and firm face of her blonde stepson.
A man only few years shy of thirty, it was him she should've married. She wished so, every day, and she proved it equally. They were a match, more so than her and that old coot her father gave her away to (if he sold her, she would feel better, but this was a slap to her dignity. He had practically told her she holds no worth). It didn't matter. The old goat was gone now and she kept power through Ramiel, but power had its price, price that she was't always willing to pay.
Her head was murdering her, for one, and she could only stand all those people they let in if she was half-drunk. She used to inhale something imported from Essos before, but Ramiel forbid it - it was one of those prices. She was left with old boring people and no way out.
Today, however, they had new guests. A small hope, but hopes live longest, and she hoped there will be females, funny and not prude ones, and than they will want to talk to her. Male company tired her once they started talking tournaments. Fake, faint smiling was not her forte.
Teter sat down into the great chair, far greater than the house ruling in the castle, and waited. She would have to excuse Ramiel once again - surely he had gone hunting, to bring some food in these so desperate times. No need for them to know that he was avoiding their company, or that he didn't go hunting for animals. She will take care of their guests, like she always did, because she wasn't all that good with people, but she could listen and she could reason, and they would make the final decisions later.