A Throne of Winter Roses

Chapter 5

I had uploaded a different chapter that took me like 3 months to write, but this one works better and took me a couple of hours. 

Writers block is not a friend. 

Chapter 5

Rosaerys had barely even been back a moon before the news of Ellaria's betrayal hit her ears, indigo eyes searching the ceiling for some form of answers. Doran was murdered, but she knew Dorne would still stand by her, and Ellaria was now in control of the country. She ran her hand across her lips, shaking her head as she did so. This was such a mess, the plans having gone tits up before she could even execute them. She needed a new strategy, one that could work for her, and right now, none of them were.

She didn't want to consider marriage proposals right now, it felt like sheer betrayal to Oberyn and she didn't want to go through the whole process of marrying - once was enough. She had to get a letter to Ellaria immediately, or at least send one of her advisors to secure some kind of support for her, she couldn't leave it any longer. Yet, that wasn't even her largest problem - Daenerys was. Jorah and Daario were still out in search for her, but they'd heard no news back; and she was still awaiting on the return of two dragons. She felt further back now, than she did before she left.

Rosie slowly rolled from the bed, tugging on her nearest dress before leaving, letting the mess of white run wild around her face. She felt sluggish, and bored; as though the walls of the pyramid were already getting to her. She walked into the dining hall, her body almost slumping as she took her usual seat; the eyes of the council and the guards meeting before looking away, their eyebrows raising.

Rose lightly glared, not wanting to deal with it today as a servant placed down a plate of something, her lips stretching up to a tender smile. Tyrion was the first one to feel brave, the glass of wine he had already chugged down this morning giving him enough courage to open his mouth to the queen. "There's a ship expected to dock here late afternoon, a small boat having already slipped from its grasp, rowing right this way." This didn't peak Rosie's interest as she played with the food on her plate, her face exacerbated as she looked to him to elaborate.

"The ship is called the Silence, if I remember correctly; and the last time I saw it, it was setting fire to Lannister Fleet back when the Greyjoy's were in open rebellion." Her body pricked up as she stared at Tyrion, her brows furrowing as she took it in.

"So they're an ally?" She questioned, forgetting about the breakfast in front of her as her body hummed, wanting to stand from the table and glance out at the ship.

Tyrion shook his head. "Not that I recall."

"Are they a foe?" Her anger raising slightly at the folly that was set across the table; there was a ship in her harbour, that could possibly do her harm, and Tyrion won't get straight to the point.

"Not that either; although the people of Meereen seem to think differently. They're already trying to border up the houses that they do have; he's been known to pillage cities for decades now." Rosie stood, walking from the table to the window, but there was nothing out there. The sea seemed as still anything, with the odd cargo ship sailing its way to her harbour; not a peculiar ship in sight. "Not that, that is his agenda for today."