Recent content by Lottie Beaufort

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...

How absurd that in the middle of death she could find the nerves to blush at his words. "How un-gentlemanly," Lottie gave a very aristocratic sniff. Delicate yet with enough venom in social circles it could very possibly injure a persons entire position. It was a rare reminder of where exactly...

The whole thing was so absurd that Lottie sound herself in quiet hysterics. She covered her mouth as best she could to muffle it but the peels of laughing kept coming, shaking her body with their violence. Here she was, covered in cobwebs and dust from the small crawlspace, covered in tiny cuts...

Who, was the big question she pondered as they scrambled up the stairs. At least being on the second floor gave them some reprieve from the onslaught of arrows and crossbow bolts. She didn't have enough fingers to count how many people she had pissed off over the years by stealing from them or...

"Well that's why we need to--" Lottie's protest was cut off by the sudden shattering of glass and the whistle of arrows. No stranger to an ambush, she hit the ground a second before Varys called out and threw her arms over her head to protect her face from the shattering glass. Oaths that would...