Relationship? Between her and Warship? Laughable. Certainly there was one. It’s a strange thing, born of a shared love of the Chamber and their servitude. But it wasn’t a romantic one. She didn’t care what Warship did in his spare time (not that she thought he should have very much spare time…different matter). She knows he’d had a thing with Smolder. Once upon a time, when the girl was still around. She knew there’d likely be plenty of other ladies in his life. These thing were irrelevant. She had needed an heir, and he serves the Chamber as much as she does. The two of them created Erebor, who was, as far as most horses seemed to think, pretty damn perfect.
Warship served his purpose well.
But other than that, their relationship is one simply forged from so much time spent together under the figurative roof. One in which she has always given him a hard time, and will always give him a hard time. Even when she was a princess and he still an old man. Immortal or not, he will always be an old man. He could do every pretty thing that passed through these walls, and she wouldn’t care. If the child stayed in the Chamber, she’d even be pleased. All for the Chamber.
That said, Straia is already not all that amused with this girl. She is brash and annoying and Straia, despite her love of being blunt, also enjoys some ability to have actual conversations. Fun, witty, banter filled ones. She lets her mind drift briefly – oh, so briefly – to Weed. Plant. You can do better than that. He always tells her. And because he always insists she can, she refuses. Whatever her and Warship were to one another, he was not Weed. Kimber could nip at Warship all she wanted.
At least Straia could tell Warship exactly what had come over him. He may not know, but she does. She’s just his type.
Ha.
Warship introduces her for who she truly is. “Yes yes, I am that too.” she says. “Straia,” she adds, for an actual name. The crown of feathers possibly should have given that Queen thing away away, but this girl hadn’t learned much in the way of observing yet. A key skill to any kingdom horse, whether army or diplomat. Anything worth learning came from watching, because no one answered actual question. Or, it came from her ravens. They were handy little creatures.
“Learn to pay attention. You’ll need that skill here.” The crown of feathers moves in a non-existent breeze just slightly, calling attention to itself. Look, it seems to say. You don’t need anyone else to tell you jack shit. This, of course, is Straia’s policy on everything. She doesn’t need anyone else. Not for her own personal gain, anyway. Only for the Chamber.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber