07-09-2015, 10:06 AM
She has always known her destiny. To serve the Chamber, to rule it. It’s been laid out in front of her since the moment she was born, the product of the old monarchy and the new. She existed to unite the two, and as such, believe she existed to rule. Because isn’t it always better to put everything together. Two heads are better than one, and in a sense, she had two heads.
But destiny is one thing, and fulfilling it another. Erebor knows this, and Straia believes that Davos knows it as well. She worked every step of the way for the crown that sits on her head (figuratively, most of the time, though she’s worn her crown of flowers from Eight before). She made herself worthy and then waited for the right time. And now look where she is. More importantly, look where the Chamber is.
She rules for the Chamber, not for herself. She believes she can make the Chamber better (look how far they have come from when she started). And when there is nothing left for her to offer her kingdom, she’ll pass the throne to someone else. In the end, the only destiny that matters is the Chambers. Hers is tied so directly too it that sometimes there’s no difference at all.
Davos says he’s come to serve the Chamber, and her smile spread just slightly. Erebor welcomes him, tells him they’d be glad to have him join. Straia watches, noting that her son and Davos are similar in age. It would be good for the two of them, certainly, to grow up with someone so similar in age and disposition. “Peace or war. Or both. Your decision. Erebor is in our army, and Kavi here leads our peace caste. If you have any questions, I am sure they can help you. And you can choose whenever. No rush.” She doesn’t say she’s glad, but her face says it. She looks pleased, and she nods at the boy slightly to show him that he’s welcome here.
But destiny is one thing, and fulfilling it another. Erebor knows this, and Straia believes that Davos knows it as well. She worked every step of the way for the crown that sits on her head (figuratively, most of the time, though she’s worn her crown of flowers from Eight before). She made herself worthy and then waited for the right time. And now look where she is. More importantly, look where the Chamber is.
She rules for the Chamber, not for herself. She believes she can make the Chamber better (look how far they have come from when she started). And when there is nothing left for her to offer her kingdom, she’ll pass the throne to someone else. In the end, the only destiny that matters is the Chambers. Hers is tied so directly too it that sometimes there’s no difference at all.
Davos says he’s come to serve the Chamber, and her smile spread just slightly. Erebor welcomes him, tells him they’d be glad to have him join. Straia watches, noting that her son and Davos are similar in age. It would be good for the two of them, certainly, to grow up with someone so similar in age and disposition. “Peace or war. Or both. Your decision. Erebor is in our army, and Kavi here leads our peace caste. If you have any questions, I am sure they can help you. And you can choose whenever. No rush.” She doesn’t say she’s glad, but her face says it. She looks pleased, and she nods at the boy slightly to show him that he’s welcome here.
straia
queen of the chamber