[Lore] Nothing brings the family together like drama... wait....

##Blackmont 215 AC

It had been a long day. Larra had become bored of petty disputes and convoluted politics. But day had turned to dawn, and her work for the day was finished. She could finally enjoy some peace, and maybe a drink or two.

She practically smashed her way through her chamber doors, startling herself when she noticed someone else was already there.

"Mother! I didn't see you there!"

Lady Dora was dressed in a pink silk dress, beautiful, adoring and far too revealing, even for a woman in her forties.

"I've waited some for some time, you know." Dora rubbed her fingers together, staring at her hand instead of her daughter.

The two had never spoken much together, not as deeply and as friendly Larra wished they had. Why it was that way, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because she had been locked away in Sunspear for a long time of her youth. Or perhaps she had matured too quickly when the ladyship and death of her father had been thrusted upon her at the age of 14.

Whatever it was, it had somehow soured the relationship between the two women. Now, they seldom spoke to each other, and Larra could only feel sadness over it.

"No, I don't know. I didn't realize you were here, I've been quite busy today." Larra walked to her cabinet. "A drink?"

"You drink too much," Dora quickly replied.

"Well, I enjoy it. I'll take that as a no."

Larra poured herself a glass of fine red and seated herself across from her mother.

"You room is dusty," her mother remarked.

"I'll have the servants clean it before I go to bed."

There was a long, awkward pause, as Larra continued her drink. Eventually, even the drink couldn't quell her curiosity.

"Why are you here, mother? There's very little reason for you to be here, unless I specifically ask for you or you want something. Now, I haven't asked for you, so you want something."

"Maybe I wanted to see my daughter?"

Larra sighed. "As much as I want to that to be true, we both know that's not it. Now, stop avoiding the question, mother."

Dora didn't answer immediately. "Why is the Fossoway still here?"

Larra looked upon her in disbelief. Was this why she had come? It was almost comical. "Excuse me?"

"I asked why he's still here. I don't like him."

"Well, do you know him? Have you even talked to him at any point?"

Dora scoffed. "I don't need to talk to him. He's been here far too long."

"And he gets to stay here for as long as he wish, because he's my guest. Why is this suddenly so important to you?"

Dora didn't answer, and continued her own questioning. "Why do you even let him stay? Are you planning to marry him?"

Larra was shocked. "Gods, no! What's with all these sudden questions?"

In truth, Larra had thought upon it once. It wouldn't have been a bad move, to marry Raymun. He was a sweet man, and marrying him would assure some connection to the Reach, which could've worked in her favour. But despite Raymun having lived in Blackmont for years now, they had never had proper time for themselves, to develop and get to know each other better than friends. Larra feared the idea of marriage was long past now.

"Why are you so concerned about this?....Is it because he's a Reachman?"

"Of course it's because he's a Reachman." Dora glared at her daughter. "This house stands here, on the edge of Dorne, to stop Reachmen. Your father fought Reachmen."

"No, he had a quarrel with the Tarlys, once." And yet he died to a Stormlander. Funny how that worked out, Larra thought, but she kept it to herself. "I'm not a fan of Tarly either, but Raymuns a Fossoway, and I wouldn't have let him stay if I didn't trust him. Besides, the Seven Kingdoms have been unified for years. We can't hate our neighbours until the end of time, mother."

Dora scoffed once again. "Well, I don't like him. He's suspicious."

"How would you know, you've never talked to him." Larra sipped her drink.

"Of course not, I had servants spy on him."

"You what!?" Larra almost spilled her drink at those words. "You spied on my guest? How-" Larra had to stop herself from shouting too loud. She let out a deep sigh, trying to contain her anger. It was no use arguing at this point. "Alright, fine then. What did your little espionage find out"

Dora was silent for a bit, before getting up from the chair, taking the bottle of wine with her. She found herself a glass, and quickly poured one out, sighing heavily herself. "Nothing."

"Then what's the issue? If you don't have anything to tell about him, then why did you come here to argue, mother?"

"Because I want him gone, and I was hoping to convince you to do it. But clearly, that's not happening."

"No, it's not." They were both silent after that.

The sun had almost disappeared across the horizon, only a sliver of sunlight making it's way through the window.

"Anything more, mother?" Larra finally asked.

"No." Dora turned heel with the bottle in hand, practically slamming the door on her way out.

Larra was too slow to stop her as the door slammed shut. She let out a disappointed sigh, opening the door herself and walking off to go find herself a new bottle.