Recent content by Lottie Beaufort

Lottie couldn't bring herself to feel ashamed or annoyed at herself for not listening to Varys' warning as she swayed against him. She doubted that even if she had fallen on her face it would have done nothing to dispell the wonderment she felt not only at travelling with magic, but at the city...

"What?" Lottie could see the attendant mouthing something but either he spoke too quietly or in a language she didn't understand. Frowning, she went to lean forward to try and better hear, but before she could Varys stepped in. Lottie frowned as the acolyte shot her companion a dark look. Of...

Lottie couldn't help but snort a laugh at the thought. "I would make a terrible book seller. I wouldn't want anyone to take them, would probably make up excuses about them not being for sale," she could just imagine the small illusions she could make, of books flying at people's heads to scare...

In contrast, Lottie enjoyed every second of the slow crawl through town. She joked with the traders they went past and even dropped a coin into one sooty looking boys hand who was selling limp looking flowers on the side of the road. She had turned it into a small crown of sorts, adorned with a...

Lottie had settled back down to her book though her mind kept drifting to what type of play she would take Varys to first when he called that the stone was up ahead. It was so easy to lose track of time on their journeys which was still a surprise to her. In the past she had always annoyed her...

Lottie sighed guiltily and looked back down at the book on her lap. Before she could turn her mind fully back to her lessons however, Varys tempted her away with yet another story of his life. She collected the little tales like tiny pearls, stringing them together to try and create the story...

"What?!" Lottie exclaimed and twisted in her seat to stare at him with wide eyes. She couldn't imagine never having seen a play, or an opera, or a ballet. She had gone every week when she was young - twice when her father began to show her to society though she hadn't known it at the time. She'd...

Yes... a lair, that sounded much more befitting for a would-be-princess. Maybe when she told this tiara in Alliria the money she made could go towards whatever home her and Varys ended up settling on in the end. Though... she would definitely make sure it had some kind of moon door. She was...

Varys' all too apt description of the elven language wrung a laugh out of Lottie, dispelling the frown that had been permanently etched between her brows since opening the book. "It is so pretty though," she sighed once their jesting subsided and they settled once more into a companionable...

Lottie ignored the unfamiliar pang of jealousy when Varys mentioned a former lover. It wasn't as though she didn't also have a past after all. But we're not attempting to help one of our exes, a vindictive little voice murmured in the back of her mind. She shut it down before it could fester...

Lottie laughed as Varys mused over their hosts reaction to her farewell. The old innkeeper had been a little rough around the edges, but she had grown to like him over their short stay. He didn't ask questions and he made a very good cup of tea - something she had feared she would never taste...

Lottie clattered down the stairs a moment later. She had arrived with a single, sad sack of clothing and now found herself heaving down the stairs a rather large trunk, two smaller trunks and a hat box. Over her shoulder the sack now appeared to be full of books instead. Her cheeks were flushed...

Lottie continued her soft caress of his hair as he relaxed against her. As much as it seemed to soothe him, it soothed her too. There had been a moment back there when she had feared she might lose him and being able to touch him, to hold him, reassured her that she hadn't. This new fear was one...

"It wasn't your fault, Varys," Lottie set a hand on his arm drawing him to a halt in their hurried packing. Her jaw was set and her brows drawn in stubbornness. If her sisters had been there they would have warned him there would be no changing her mind on the topic when she had such a look on...

Lottie slowed her pacing whilst Varys picked their own locked window, but whilst her body felt good her heart was still hammering against her ribs like it intended to break free. She had been hunted before but never like that before. Never with such a clear intention to kill. "I've never left...