Dark child of the outlands

With high pace Vesper rode towards her destination. Over the years that she had resided in The North, she had made it a priority to know the roads and different places that it harboured. Not that there was much to discover in this part of Avalance, but still. If she ever needed to escape somewhere, at least she knew the ways. Vesper was a skilled equestrian, having practised her entire life. Sometimes having to escape a faith worse than death. As spies were often not welcomed with open arms, anywhere really.

Luckily for her, the destination finally came into view. Vesper was going to pay a visit to House Skarsgård. Even though she had let their lady known that she needed supplies, she was actually there to pick up a document. Vesper hardly ever picked something up in person, unless it was of such importance that she didn't trust it with a carrier. Not that this was any of Lady Skarsgård's business. And should she get curious, the document was written in a way that was incomprehensible for others. Also, Vesper had a reputation of not responding kindly to other people snooping around.
Vesper was secretely quite happy when she finally arrived after the journey. Not that it showed, it was almost as if the cold did her already pale skin good. She was greeted by a few servants and guard, who thankfully took her horse and belongings away. It was nearly dinner time, but Vesper wanted to greet the Lady of the House before that. After making sure every hair was still in place, she followed the guard that led her, carefully paying attention to the details of the castle. While she was here, it wouldn't be the worse thing to check up on what was going on with House Skarsgård nowadays.

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It had been a while since Vesper last visited House Skarsgård. She didn't have to wonder if much had changed. Should the House have made any important decisions strategy wise, or should it have behaved out of the usual, Vesper would have known. Her network kept her updated on all matters she deemed important in Avalance. Over the last years it had focused itself on the northern region of Avalance, but she had a general overview of the entire land. House Skarsgård never really drew much attention to itself, but it was never wrong to make a visit every now and then. Solely for supply purposes, of course.

Upon arriving Vesper silently followed the guard that led her through the castle. The woman took in every detail she could, as observant as she usually was. The hallways were more chilly than those in Caer Scion, but Vesper didn't mind. Sometimes she questioned how she was born south, seeing how much better the northern climate agreed with her. Her footsteps echoed as she strode through the halls. Vesper had an unique appearance with her dark hear and her sharp facial structures. Add her signature walk and secretive demeanor to that and most heads in the room usually turned. Wether it was in fear or awe, she couldn't care less.
She arrived in the main hall after which it was waiting untill Lady Freyja would grace her with her presence. Thankfully it didn't take long. While observing the hall she heard footsteps approach, and her name being called. The dark-haired woman slowly turned around, and silently took in the Lady in front of her. For a split second her eyes narrowed, after which a polite smile appeared on her face. "Lady Skarsgård," she spoke and made a respectful nod towards her. "A long time indeed." She echoed as she laid her hands together. "How have you been?" They both knew the small talk was just out of policy. Vesper was skilled at playing mindgames, which she would undoubtedly do, no matter of her intentions. For Lady Freyja's sake she hoped that the Lady had thought about what and what not to say to her.

Gown x Fur

House Skarsgård had never caused too much trouble in their daily operations or public life. At least, not since Vesper had settled in the Highlands. It was a small house, and it didn't really seem to care for political games or getting themselves more power then necessary. This made Vesper's visit to the house rare, which could be seen as a good sign. She considered the house lucky because of this. When Vesper visited a place often, it usually meant that they were either keeping something from her she was trying to uncover, or that they had something she needed -or rather wanted-. Either way wasn't particularly good.

While waiting on the lady of the house, Vesper carefully administered all the details in the hall. Thankfully lady Freyja didn't keep long, because there wasn't much to see. Upon hearing her name Vesper slowly turned around. It didn't take her long to as to say 'screen' the lady in front of her. It had been a while since they'd last seen each other, but Freyja hadn't changed a bit. She only matured, which was good Vesper supposed.
When the lady answered that she was well and getting ready for her marriage, a small, polite smile appeared on Vespers face. Of course she had already heard about the marriage. It wasn't a very interesting one, and seemed to be out of 'love'. "Ah yes, of course," she spoke hummingly. "How is your dear fiancée? Out hunting I presume?" She asked, not particularly interested in the answer. Not that it showed of course. Vesper was a master in keeping up an act, and this was like child's play. Small talk was more of a hurdle to get to an actual deeper kind of conversation than it was out of actual significance for her. If only she could look inside a person's head; it would make her job much easier. "Lady Freyja, if I may ask," she spoke while she turned towards the lady. "When should we be heading for dinner? I'm sure you can understand that I'm absolutely parched from the journey." She softly layed a hand on her stumoch, as if she was hungry. Wether it was for food or something she considered of actual importance, no one knew

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