Character: Éowyn, Arwen Evenstar
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Inspired by lady_branwyn's Stirrup Cup (in a very off-the-wall kind of a way.)
Their eyes rake over her, head to toe; upraised goblets conceal their false smiles. A quirked eyebrow, a shrug, a whisper – subtle knives, unfamiliar weapons assembled against her.
Yet Imrahil's lovely daughter stands by the window, eyes shining; surely there are some whose welcome is genuine? I am Steelsheen's granddaughter. I slew the witch-king. I can face a roomful of women, she thinks, and then the Queen's fingertips brush against hers.
Courage, for us both, the Evenstar murmurs with the quick flash of a smile. Heads held high, together they move forward to begin their conquest of the city.