Snippet #1491294

OOC: For Dante I wrote of him telling King Damian about what happened in the tower. In Tigger's post it was implied that the Damian's would be in the throne room soon (or something) so I just wrote that. I hope that's okay and I can edit it if you'd like, Erev Lace.

~~~NUALA~~~
“Then I will return shortly.” She said when he told her that she would be welcome to stay and that she should go find herself transport. “Yes, a new spear would be a fine thing to have. You have my thanks.”

Nuala wasted no time in doing what Jamie had suggested. She was capable of riding a horse and went immediately to find herself one (while simultaneously looking around for a change of clothing). Though Nuala was never bothered by the cold, it was the wetness of the material clinging to her that felt very disagreeable.

As Nuala stalked over to the horses she spied a series of wagons that looked as if it was full of supplies. Maybe here she would be able to get herself something else to wear. Nuala stopped by one of these wagons and found an aged woman who looked as if she worked as a maid or a servant. Having a tall axe-wielding Wildling step up to her only made the old servant blink once in surprise and then give Nuala an almost motherly smile. “You are with use, dear?” She looked Nuala up and down once and tapped her chin with her index finger. “Sopping wet, you are. That’s no good at all. Quickly now, let’s get you something clean and dry to wear.”

She did not have to say a single word as the old woman bustled about. Nuala watched as she yelled at a younger maid to obtain clothing and, under what felt like five minutes, Nuala was being handed a stack of dry leathers and a pair of boots.

“You don’t look like a girl who’d be comfortable in a dress.” The old woman told her with a smile. “Got you some of the spare men’s clothes. Pair o’ pants, a tunic, and a leather vest. A cape’s in there too, and the boots. You can change behind the wagon.”

Nuala bobbed her head once in thanks and slipped around the back of the wagon in order to strip off her wet leathers and furs and put on the dry and clean ones. Once she was dressed (the clothes hanging a bit off her as they were made for a man) Nuala wrung out her sopping wet furs and quickly folded them up. She then went in search of a horse.

Finding a spare mount was easy enough as there was a group of them farther down with the rest of the wagons. Nuala chose for herself a sturdy-looking sorrel mare and approached her, cooing soft words to the animal in order to not spook it. When she reached the mare Nuala reached out to pet her nose. She had always been far more gentle with animals than she ever was with people -- at time a good horse was worth more than the life of a man or a woman.

When she was sure that the mare would not bolt from her, Nuala went and put her folded up wet clothing into the empty saddle-bag. She then walked over to the side of the mare in order to get atop; one foot braced in a stirrup and the other swinging her body up and into the saddle.

“Tk-tk.” Nuala made a clicking noise with her tongue against the roof of her mouth and guided her mare out away from the other spare horses and over back up to the front of the Winsler procession to where she had last talked to Jamie.

~~~DANTE~~~
He returned to the throne room to give his reports to the King. As he had been the one who had last seen Lionel Damian, have thrown a knife at the Prince’s eye, he would be the one to account for what had transpired. Dante was not quite sure what exactly he would be saying -- he believed that he had managed to kill the Queen’s slayer but he could not be sure. His aim had been faltered because of Nuala but he was not sure if any of them even survived that fall into the water.

Ah, details, details. ‘I’ll just tell them I am mostly sure he’s dead and sort of not.’

This was what Dante was thinking about as he made his way back down the stairs and through the hallways to the throne room. Though he had last seen the Damian family in the Feasting Hall, Dante was sure that they would have quickly and efficiently moved everyone. It was no good for guests to remain around the body of the dying (most likely dead now) Queen.

He entered the throne room and sidled around to stand behind and a bit to the side of the Iron Throne -- which was had been a few steps to the left of his previous spot when he had stood behind the chairs of Adelaide and Raban

“Your Majesty,” Dante said as he stepped up from behind the throne to speak to the King and not have anyone else hear. In that spot few would see Dante or that he was speaking to the King. “My knife caught him in the eye, though my aim ruined by the Wildling woman. The two tumbled out the window into the water. He appears to be dead though I am not completely sure.” With that said Dante stepped back away from the throne and resumed his position from where he could keep a safe eye on things.