11-12-2015, 09:07 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
When it comes down to it, she doesn’t give a rat’s ass what a former princess of the Jungle thinks. Lagertha isn’t a dignitary, she isn’t full of decorum, and she will never hold her tongue. The Warrior Queen is exactly that - a warrior. In fact, she was General before she became Khaleesi. Her Sisters accept her for who she is, temperament and all, and approve of her leadership. That’s the only approval she’ll ever seek. Let the other Kingdoms and rulers think what they want; let those who abandoned their legacy thing what they want. And then let them meet Lagertha on the battlefield to discuss it. For skill speaks far louder than the false bravado of words.
Customs change, kingdoms move on, and some things are simply out of their control. Sometimes there are disasters that rewrite the land and sometimes there Spirits become corporeal. When Lagertha’s dam was Queen they were simply called ‘Queens’ and the world was a much more vicious place, even without all the fancy super powers running around. Traditions die and new ones take their place. The only promises she’ll make are ones that are beneficial for her own.
Nevertheless, the iron lady knows when she’s been dealt a good hand and when to fold preemptively. They’ve just handed her the best situation on a silver platter. Fennick is right - Lagertha has gotten the better part of the deal, if you discount the fact that not stealing their princess keeps the wrath of the Amazons at bay. And everybody without holes in their body. She retracts her spines as a show of good faith and nods, then glances to Sette. “Done. In a year, Anguisette will return with your daughter. But I will not force my women to send their children away if they don’t want to. And neither should you. I will leave it as an available option.” Lagertha sighs, knowing already that she will dearly miss the girl at her side. But it is only for a year. And she can come and visit.
“Do you need a guide for the way back, or do you think you can find your way?”
Customs change, kingdoms move on, and some things are simply out of their control. Sometimes there are disasters that rewrite the land and sometimes there Spirits become corporeal. When Lagertha’s dam was Queen they were simply called ‘Queens’ and the world was a much more vicious place, even without all the fancy super powers running around. Traditions die and new ones take their place. The only promises she’ll make are ones that are beneficial for her own.
Nevertheless, the iron lady knows when she’s been dealt a good hand and when to fold preemptively. They’ve just handed her the best situation on a silver platter. Fennick is right - Lagertha has gotten the better part of the deal, if you discount the fact that not stealing their princess keeps the wrath of the Amazons at bay. And everybody without holes in their body. She retracts her spines as a show of good faith and nods, then glances to Sette. “Done. In a year, Anguisette will return with your daughter. But I will not force my women to send their children away if they don’t want to. And neither should you. I will leave it as an available option.” Lagertha sighs, knowing already that she will dearly miss the girl at her side. But it is only for a year. And she can come and visit.
“Do you need a guide for the way back, or do you think you can find your way?”
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons