She had every intention of letting Warship handle the Amazons. Straia had no business with them, not really. The mare was here, most likely, to tell them that Lagertha ruled the Amazons now. Straia already know this, and she knows that Rhy is sending diplomats everywhere with the news. If there’s anything that Lyris says that Straia actually somehow doesn’t know, Warship will inform her.
And then Gryffen joins. Don’t get her wrong, Gryffen has his uses here. But meeting with diplomats that she isn’t trying to piss off just isn’t one of his uses. His pet raven, a present from her, lands on his back (if it is not already there) and digs it’s talons hard into his back.
It isn’t long before Straia appears, the crown of raven feathers on her head, looking both wild and beautiful all at once. She holds herself like a Queen, and nods to Lyris and the group as she comes to a halt. “Don’t mind him,” she says, giving the Chamber ghost a quick glance. “The Chamber is well. I hope the Amazons is well under Lagertha. I’m very sorry for the loss of Scorch.”
Yes, she knows the name of the new Queen. Khalessi. Whatever they call their monarch. No, Lyris didn’t say it, and no, Straia isn’t going to bother with pleasantries and ask, as if she doesn’t know already. And yes, she knows Scorch is dead. She’s not even sure all the sisters know that Scorch is dead yet. It is a shame though, really. Straia actually liked Scorch, if only because Straia had a slight advantage of bloodline where Scorch was concerned.
Oh, and yes, she’s thought about keeping the lone Amazonian diplomat. The thought has crossed her mind. But it doesn’t seem advantageous to start a raid where the Chamber doesn’t get to set the terms. They may have a home advantage here, but Straia would rather get something out of their efforts. And not more burned and broken trees. Not yet, anyway.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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