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Stepping off of one of the many vast ships in her Queen's fleet, Leliana had thought that she would of been happier when she stepped foot into Westeros again, yet she felt nothing, almost as if she were hollow. The sun beat down on her yet she didn't care, she would wear black until the Lion's blood had been spilled, that she had vowed long ago. Her Grandmother had been waiting for her at the docks, and though Leliana thought she would've been overjoyed to see her again, again, she felt nothing but an empty, hollow longing. "Leliana, it's good to see you, it's been... too long," Olenna greeted her as Leliana approached.

"Grandmother," Leliana hugged her tightly, and though the Lady Tyrell was surprised at how quickly she was to do such a thing, she hugged her back. Leliana sighed "I'm glad to be home, I just wish it were under better circumstances," she told her truthfully and Olenna nodded in understanding, then turned to walk, Leliana walking with her. The two were silent for a while, grieving, but whilst their hearts were saddened, the sadness quickly turned to anger "Did you really wear black the entire voyage?" Olenna asked Leliana.

"I wore black the day I sent your letter, and I wrote what I meant, the day I wear color is when Cersei's blood is splattered on me, be it from my blade, a Martell's dagger, or the mouth a dragon," It sounded barbaric, or it would have to any other noble, but she'd seen far more barbarity in Essos, most of it by her own hand ironically.

"They'll be plenty of time for revenge, my dear, when the time is right, you'll have your chance," Olenna assured her "We might not be the only houses who want a sword shoved through her though, at least this side of Westeros,"

Raising an eyebrow, Leliana asked "The North? Really?"

Olenna just smiled "Let me tell you about this Snow boy..."

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Stepping off of one of the many vast ships in her Queen's fleet, Leliana had thought that she would of been happier when she stepped foot into Westeros again, yet she felt nothing, almost as if she were hollow. The sun beat down on her yet she didn't care, she would wear black until the Lion's blood had been spilled, that she had vowed long ago. Her Grandmother had been waiting for her at the docks, and though Leliana thought she would've been overjoyed to see her again, again, she felt nothing but an empty, hollow longing. "Leliana, it's good to see you, it's been... too long," Olenna greeted her as Leliana approached.

"Grandmother," Leliana hugged her tightly, and though the Lady Tyrell was surprised at how quickly she was to do such a thing, she hugged her back. Leliana sighed "I'm glad to be home, I just wish it were under better circumstances," she told her truthfully and Olenna nodded in understanding, then turned to walk, Leliana walking with her. The two were silent for a while, grieving, but whilst their hearts were saddened, the sadness quickly turned to anger "Did you really wear black the entire voyage?" Olenna asked Leliana.

"I wore black the day I sent your letter, and I wrote what I meant, the day I wear color is when Cersei's blood is splattered on me, be it from my blade, a Martell's dagger, or the mouth a dragon," It sounded barbaric, or it would have to any other noble, but she'd seen far more barbarity in Essos, most of it by her own hand ironically.

"They'll be plenty of time for revenge, my dear, when the time is right, you'll have your chance," Olenna assured her "We might not be the only houses who want a sword shoved through her though, at least this side of Westeros,"

Raising an eyebrow, Leliana asked "The North? Really?"

Olenna just smiled "Let me tell you about this Snow boy..."

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