[It had taken far too long to convince the king to grant her audience. It had she suspected less to do with her apparent age or the fact she was a foreign ruler, and far more to do with the fact her hair was that pure white, tainted with the reputation that came from those that ruled before King Robert.
But her kingdom was rich and, out of the goodness of the little Empress's heart, she wanted to help the squandering kingdom. To refuse would be suicide and her lack of relation to the Targaryens had been proven several times. The white hair was the only link between them.
So she had crossed the sea to visit, a tiny little thing appearing of only 12, with regal bearing, a sweet smile, and solid-gold colored eyes. Around her neck hung a necklace of two snakes, one white and one black, in an oval, biting each other's tails.
The meeting had gone well enough, Empress sympathetic without being condescending and promising an alliance and aide-- all she wanted in return was the surety that should aide be needed by her own kingdom, they would provide.
"Not that such a thing is likely to happen, but the thought is what counts," she'd said with a peaceful smile.
Perhaps they'd thought her a fool; she had no other way of securing an alliance except on word alone. She had no king; no husband or consort or anything of the like, so all she could hope for is the word 'marriage' did not grace the lips of any of them.
Throughout it all she had given no name, being referred to only as 'Empress' or 'the Childlike Empress' by even her own people and brushing aside any attempt to learn it as though she hadn't heard. They had a Master of Coin to hash out the details, and the Empress had simply said:] I'll be in the gardens, if that's all right. Tell him he may find me there when he is ready and we can discuss the details further.
[Having no equivalent to a Master of Coin, she would do it herself. So she waited in the garden in the flowing light gown that seems far out of place among the stiffer, heavier fabrics she'd seen, and waited. A guard stood careful watch nearby]
Littlefinger!! uwu/
But her kingdom was rich and, out of the goodness of the little Empress's heart, she wanted to help the squandering kingdom. To refuse would be suicide and her lack of relation to the Targaryens had been proven several times. The white hair was the only link between them.
So she had crossed the sea to visit, a tiny little thing appearing of only 12, with regal bearing, a sweet smile, and solid-gold colored eyes. Around her neck hung a necklace of two snakes, one white and one black, in an oval, biting each other's tails.
The meeting had gone well enough, Empress sympathetic without being condescending and promising an alliance and aide-- all she wanted in return was the surety that should aide be needed by her own kingdom, they would provide.
"Not that such a thing is likely to happen, but the thought is what counts," she'd said with a peaceful smile.
Perhaps they'd thought her a fool; she had no other way of securing an alliance except on word alone. She had no king; no husband or consort or anything of the like, so all she could hope for is the word 'marriage' did not grace the lips of any of them.
Throughout it all she had given no name, being referred to only as 'Empress' or 'the Childlike Empress' by even her own people and brushing aside any attempt to learn it as though she hadn't heard. They had a Master of Coin to hash out the details, and the Empress had simply said:] I'll be in the gardens, if that's all right. Tell him he may find me there when he is ready and we can discuss the details further.
[Having no equivalent to a Master of Coin, she would do it herself. So she waited in the garden in the flowing light gown that seems far out of place among the stiffer, heavier fabrics she'd seen, and waited. A guard stood careful watch nearby]