Recent content by Jiya Luana

Jiya, it seemed, cared not for what others thought of her for as soon as he was close enough, she threw her arms about her younger brother and pulled him into a tight embrace. Or at least, she tried for he was nearly a good head taller than her now. "What do they feed you at that place?" she...

"No," Jiya smiled faintly. "He seems more than keen. Actually, I believe he is working the ev... Oh, there he is," Maz had just stepped properly into the room, speaking to a young woman of course. Breyer was right. They seemed to flock to her brother like moths to a flame and at times she was...

"We don't even need chaperones." Gods she was getting old. Jiya hid the grimace as she thought of the last memory she had of the young lad when he had barely come up to her hip and had run off on some adventure with her younger siblings by taking a sip of her wine. "My brother is quite eager...

An awkward silence settled over the table. The king had turned an unnerving shade of purple and the Queen looked as though she were going to faint. Oh. It didn't take a genius to work out why a King would want to label a woman as being from out of town when marrying the heir. Jiya fiddled...

Jiya gave a courteous smile and followed him to the drinks table, pushing down the urge to look towards where the Captain had last stood. "Yes, if memory serves my eldest brother attempted just such a crossing when he was ten. Our mother was furious when he turned up to your parents home...

"He just said a dinner! Not with the King and Queen," Jiya hissed back to Arryn as he quickly ushered her down the suddenly long dining table to her own seat at the end of the table. It was an honoured position but it also put her between Arryn, Prince Wilhelm, and directly opposite the King...

"You are going to be late Lady Jiya," Linton lamented and dogged his Lady's heels as she flittered through the manor, a trail of servants attempting to pin and pluck and righten her entire appearance. "I told you at two you had exactly four hours to get ready left!" "I know, I know, I was just...

When Jiya sensed someone approaching her she took a deep breath and steeled herself for yet more pleasant small talk. She was going rather insane having the same conversation over and over, like a parrot who only knew a certain amount of words. She longed for a conversation about topics that...

Urahills. Jiya quickly skirted out the way of two of the loathsome family members as they headed in her direction. She was not one usually to dislike a whole family because of the actions of one, but since Houri's return from assumed death the elder Luana had become rather protective of her...

Jiya was not used to feeling as though she were on the back foot, but Arryn had not only yanked the rug out from beneath her feet, he had kicked her down the stairs with his cold shoulder treatment. She didn't know how to reconcile this stoic man with the one she had come to call a friend. She...

Jiya's smile turned positively wicked as she saw his lips twitch. Out on the road she had slowly learnt what made him smile or laugh, but out there he hadn't had the pressure of his work weighing down on his shoulders. Here there was nowhere to get away from it. So a small smile felt like more...

"I hear a congratulations are in order." Jiya could only dissuade her Steward from signing her up to so many balls. She had managed to come up with an excuse for the past three; helping Elspeth start the paperwork at their new hospital, an important trip to Vel Vara to deal with her mothers...

Jiya nodded in understanding and let the question go. She did not want to pry further when it was a difficult subject. In a way she could relate. Her older brothers body had never been discovered after the rebellion - on the official records he was still listed as missing and not dead. She...

Jiya started to laugh for it was the exact thing her mother and father had said to her over the years. "My father once said I was a hopeless daughter, but a fine son," she shook her head and wiped a tear that had come loose in her laughter from the corner of her eye. "Perhaps my new little...

"Sewing," Jiya replied with a scrunched up nose, though the look of the disgust fell away into laughter. "I am awful at sewing. My father wouldn't even ask me to fix his button holes when I was younger," something that most young upper crust ladies could do blindfolded by the age of eight. "My...