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hiraya manawari
Miranda
Mistress of Whispers
Miranda followed the esteemed gentlemen in front of her without a word. Looking from behind, she can’t deny the striking resemblance the two has. The blood of the dragon and their prominent traits. Their platinum blond locks and not to mention their dazzling and intimidating purple eyes. Miranda then wondered if Viserys Blackfyre pondered if he’s looking to his future. All withered and old. A man like himself is vain enough as he cared for his appearance just as well as his station. Beauty fades and nothing is certain, two of the many cruelties of life.
It was Miranda who shut the door behind them, one simple word in the wrong ear can change everything, in that Miranda is certain. And undoubtedly the matters of the arrival of the Triarch is a news worth knowing, from his arrival to as to why he’s standing in King’s Landing. Some people who have eyes everywhere just like her probably knew about it by now and is now shaking their purses and handing rewards to those who can deliver some information worth knowing. The delicate matter definitely needs to be dealt if not in secret then in closed doors. They need to extinguish the rumors first or determine the assumptions whether they’re right or wrong. Just like killing the fire before it spreads.
The Lord Hand’s chambers is definitely nothing like hers, where her items are posh and lavish, Lord Aenar’s accessories were rather plain but sturdy looking. Clearly, Aenar Velaryon is one simple and content man. She stopped at the middle of the room, Miranda was still a little apprehensive about the matter and chose to stand, standing actually helps her think.
“I am somehow certain that the letter the Triarch received was not a forgery. There are no maesters foolish enough to replicate Prince Aegon’s seal. The consequence of doing so is fatal and extreme that no one is daft enough to risk the ire of the crown.” Miranda said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone, her left hand was tracing her ring on her right forefinger absently while glancing at the two men. “But to ease the Lord Hand’s mind and to fully disclose the matter, I agree that the letter should be examined. It’s not out of distrust, Lord Viserys but merely just a precaution. We can’t risk if the seal of the young prince was easily duplicated and used to lure out a nobleman such as yourself.” She added with a small reassuring smile in her face.
“My Lord,” Miranda prompted as she glanced at the Hand, “If there is anything I could do to help the Grand Maester, please let me know.”
Hypnos
TheAncientCeltMistress of Whispers
Miranda followed the esteemed gentlemen in front of her without a word. Looking from behind, she can’t deny the striking resemblance the two has. The blood of the dragon and their prominent traits. Their platinum blond locks and not to mention their dazzling and intimidating purple eyes. Miranda then wondered if Viserys Blackfyre pondered if he’s looking to his future. All withered and old. A man like himself is vain enough as he cared for his appearance just as well as his station. Beauty fades and nothing is certain, two of the many cruelties of life.
It was Miranda who shut the door behind them, one simple word in the wrong ear can change everything, in that Miranda is certain. And undoubtedly the matters of the arrival of the Triarch is a news worth knowing, from his arrival to as to why he’s standing in King’s Landing. Some people who have eyes everywhere just like her probably knew about it by now and is now shaking their purses and handing rewards to those who can deliver some information worth knowing. The delicate matter definitely needs to be dealt if not in secret then in closed doors. They need to extinguish the rumors first or determine the assumptions whether they’re right or wrong. Just like killing the fire before it spreads.
The Lord Hand’s chambers is definitely nothing like hers, where her items are posh and lavish, Lord Aenar’s accessories were rather plain but sturdy looking. Clearly, Aenar Velaryon is one simple and content man. She stopped at the middle of the room, Miranda was still a little apprehensive about the matter and chose to stand, standing actually helps her think.
“I am somehow certain that the letter the Triarch received was not a forgery. There are no maesters foolish enough to replicate Prince Aegon’s seal. The consequence of doing so is fatal and extreme that no one is daft enough to risk the ire of the crown.” Miranda said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone, her left hand was tracing her ring on her right forefinger absently while glancing at the two men. “But to ease the Lord Hand’s mind and to fully disclose the matter, I agree that the letter should be examined. It’s not out of distrust, Lord Viserys but merely just a precaution. We can’t risk if the seal of the young prince was easily duplicated and used to lure out a nobleman such as yourself.” She added with a small reassuring smile in her face.
“My Lord,” Miranda prompted as she glanced at the Hand, “If there is anything I could do to help the Grand Maester, please let me know.”