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@adrianxserrett
Timothee Chalamet + Twenty Six + CisMan + He/Him/His} welcome to westeros ADRIAN of HOUSE SERRETT OF SILVERHILL ! it is quite well known that they are INTELLIGENT and TRENDY, though behind closed doors the people whisper that they are also MATERIALISTIC and ARROGANT. whenever i think of them, i am reminded of finely made clothing, a glass of wine resting in a hand with several rings, and a pale body slipping out of a silk bed. may they prove their worth in the game of thrones.
adriel’s fingers closed around adrian’s hand with an ease that suggested familiarity rather than intent, a practiced grace that had rescued more than one tipsy lord from indignity. he drew him upright without hurry, without strain, as if this were the most natural arrangement in the world. “easy,” he murmured, amusement softening the edges of his voice. “i would hate to be blamed for the consequences of your… alert senses.” his eyes lingered a fraction too long, then lifted, polite as ever, as though nothing at all had passed between them once upon a time. one time.
“you flatter dangerously,” he went on lightly, straightening adrian’s collar with a brief, precise touch that could have been brotherly or something else entirely, depending on one’s hopes. “if i were truly responsible for all the swooning attributed to me, i’d never find a moment’s peace at court.” a corner of his mouth curved, knowing, fond. “as for inducing feelings,” he released adrian’s hand at last, a deliberate choice, “i dont know what you're talking about,” he grinned smugly, then shurgged. lord yronwood's eyes were bright, his tone warm. “come. walk with me a moment. it's been a while since i last saw you. i guess i haven't left home much since the war. did i miss out on anything truly interesting? you would know. you're the biggest gossip in the seven kingdoms.”
"Who ever would do the blaming? No one else to hear, to see, to know around here. Unless you plan on going about the entirety of the world to share it." He watched as Adriel fixed his collar, listening as he spoke that he would never known a moment of peace if he was truly responsible for all the swooning he was being accused of. The other asked him to walk with him, wanting gossip since he had rarely left home since the war. Though truth be told Adrian had left home just as little during the war. He was not built for war nor battles, no one would deny that.
"We all missed out on interesting things, didn't we because of the war. Social events are only starting to resume once again it would seem. We should be grateful for that, but...well rumors are going about there is to be more war all about before long." He lightly tapped his finger against Adriel's nose.
"I give you gossip, what would I get in return for that? Nothing after all is free. And I don't want to be promised something boring, make it exciting."
laurentia did not so much as flinch at the question; she only lifted her gaze from the ledger she had been reviewing, one brow tilting with the slow, predatory grace of a lioness assessing the audacity of a much smaller creature. “a grand affair?” she echoed, voice smooth as oiled steel. “seven, adrian, allow me to draw breath before you start constructing altars for my imagined nuptials. i've scarcely survived one royal wedding without strangling a septon.”
she closed the ledger with quiet finality, dusting her fingers as though ridding them of the lingering touch of figures and contracts. “besides,” she went on, leaning back in her chair, “you presume too much. the west may be flush with gold, but even lannister coffers cannot conjure a union where none is presently arranged.” a thin, knowing smile curved her mouth, one that suggested both amusement and an unspoken, private ache buried deep where no cousin of house serrett would ever be permitted to tread.
“though i suppose i understand the curiosity,” she said lightly. “after witnessing the spectacle here. hunts, feasts, fabrics imported at extortionate prices and entire docks emptied of wine barrels-- who wouldn’t wonder which unfortunate lieges might next be sacrificed to the extravagance of westerosi matrimony, especially if it's one paid for with lannister gold?” she let that hang for a heartbeat before adding, dry as arbor wine: “but now that our little stag is nowhere to be found, eloped with that greyjoy whelp, i'm afraid cedric is not to be added to that nuptial count, alas.”
He grinned when she questioned his word choice, and thoughts about her own nuptials. Leaning back into his seat ever so slightly, making himself more comfortable. "You are older than me, dear cousin, you've drawn many more breaths than me I would in that more time you've had. If you really had to, all you would need to do is point, and whomever your figure would land on would be obliged to say yes. Everyone wants to marry into power and wealth."
When she began to talk about the Baratheon and the Greyjoy that ran away together, he chuckled. Of course his cousin's plans were ruined by it but.....it was still funny, how could the Mootons have allowed such a massive blunder? They'd lose royal favor for this, and no doubt be punished over it.
"Do you think he'll lose his council seat over that? Losing a whole person to a Greyjoy. And I imagine the Greyjoys will also be in deep trouble for this, since it was their kin that took the prized prisoner. How was a pirate even able to get so close to the Baratheon girl to concoct this scheme I wonder?"
lord adriel had been wandering the keep with the languid, careless gait of someone whose blood was pleasantly warm with wine and whose mind was still half-caught on the image of a dragon splitting the world open with its first breath. he did not expect to collide with anything sturdier than a tapestry. certainly not a man. certainly not a man who hit the floor like a toppled glass of summerwine. the impact jolted him; the sight that followed amused him.
“seven,” he breathed out, half a laugh curling into the word as he looked down at the sprawled figure of lord adrian serrett. “if you wished for my attention, my lord, there were gentler ways to secure it.” he crouched, steady and elegant despite the wine in his veins, one brow arched with predatory delight. adrian’s curls were in disarray, his grin lopsided, his request… bold. and adriel, gods help him, enjoyed bold.
“ah. the old tales.” he hummed, leaning closer, voice slipping into a low, velvety register that suggested both mockery and invitation. “the dornish did indeed collect fair maidens, though most had the sense to pretend they resisted.” his eyes flicked over adrian in a slow, appreciative sweep. “you, however, seem to be offering yourself with both hands.” the bloodroyal extended his palm, not hurried, not flustered, but with the measured poise of someone who knows precisely how attractive the gesture is.
“very well, lord serrett,” he said softly. “rise. i suppose i could carry you off, if only to protect the keep from further devastation.” the corner of his mouth curled into something wicked and amused. “but tell me first… do you intend to swoon when i lift you? i would hate to drop you twice.”
Adrian smiled a little more when Adriel started to talk, and when his voice changed to that velvety, lower tone, and Adrian almost purred. He wet his lips, and his skin....craved touch.....touch from the man before him. Longed for it, Adrian dared think to himself. He grinned a little more, trying to move a curl from his face.
"Perhaps....my sense have left me tonight. Perhaps they've been never more alert than they are right now." Adrian felt a blush on his cheeks when the other said that he was offering himself with both hands, and then a heat rising in his skin. "I am offering myself.....with everything I have, Lord Yronwood. Though the choice is entirely yours in what piece you'd like to indulge in." He tried to remain confident, cool, but the wine....the heat....the Bloodroyal were all getting to him. Watching as the hand was extended, Adrian took it gently.
"Of course I plan to swoon, do you not have that affect on everyone you carry? I imagine.....you have caused a lot of swooning, and earning in your time. Am I to be the next person you induce such feelings inside of?"
❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞ ( from steffon )
"Adrian.....though I understand why you wouldn't remember. I imagine being an Estermont you must have met so many important people. I mean the crowds of nobles longing to see Greenstone." He smirks, before giving the other a once over. "You'd look better in pinks and whites. Soft colors would be more suiting to you. If you ever need help finding such attire, I would happily offer my services."
❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞ — kyra
"Last names are rather important, are they not. Determines how much you may want to see that person again. Helps you deduce where they stand on matters, who they potentially sided with during the war." He brushed a curl from his face, and offered a smile. "Adrian Serrett, I am a Serrett of Silverhill."
The royal event was over, and a dragon was hatched, and Adrian had perhaps one too many glasses of wine, he was currently hopping back and forth from one foot to the other, following the stones of the keep, not quite paying attention to where he was going. He should have, because the next thing Adrian knew he was colliding with someone's chest, losing his balance, drinking spilling on himself and falling back onto his bottom, letting out a small oof sound. He looked up to see who it was, and he quickly grinned.
Adriel Yronwood, Bloodroyal of Dorne. Speaking to him still from the ground.
"Lord Yronwood, excuse me, I should have...should have been watching where I was going." He grinned a little more, before waving a hand. "You know, I have read about old wars, and feuds, where the Dornish scooped up fair maidens, and carried them away." Moving one of his curls behind an ear. "Could you do this fair maiden such a favor and scoop me up and carry me away so I am no longer on the ground?"
@draconianmuses
"Cousin." Adrian greeted Alerie as they were passing in the gardens. "I hope you have been well. So much traveling can be horrendous for one's complexion you know. Not that you'd ever have to worry about such things I am sure." He smiled at the lady before offering her his arm.
"Tell me how has my cousin been treating you? Well I hope, or else I'll have to speak to my uncle about this. Do not be afraid any truth is deeply safe with me." He grinned, enjoying ribbing on his family members, few things brought him as much joy.
@oflcgends
Adrian was not sure how he had ended up here, how he had ended up letting Orion Hightower talk him into this with him, and yet somehow here they were.....he was certain lost in what looked like the edges of flea bottom. The other had sworn that he knew the city like the back of his own hand.....and yet......not fully paying attention as he listened to the other try to explain himself out of the mess he'd caused, Adrian heard a splosh, and felt a wetness on himself. Looking down he was standing in puddle....he only prayed was water........pulling his foot out, he had been wrong. Grimacing in disgust.
"You owe me a new pair of shoes after all of this....Orion. For your sake pray that no other foul substances from this city you know and love so much do not end up on my person."
@gniodnu
Adrian was not surprised when he saw his cousin was his father as Lord Serrett was going over his letters and work. And joining them it was also no surprise when Lord Serrett was summoned elsewhere leaving the two cousins alone together.
"So when can we look forward to a grand affair like that in the Westerlands celebrating your union? You'll no doubt outdo everything that was just done here in King's Landing, considering I believe it was Lannister gold that paid for everything that took place here."
@draconianmuses
viserra nodded politely at him but frowned at the implications behind his words. she understood the humor in it, but she could not avoid thinking immediately of caerella’s face and demeanor when hr sister was returned to her. dirty, ragged and with that haunted look in her face even when trying to hide the horrors she had just witnessed; it did not seem to viserra that it was about a simple choice of what was convenient and and what was dangerous. ❛❛ — you jest, but a lady was found dead, murdered on the streets. the mob was terrifying, from what my sister told me. I would have welcomed the baths and all the humidity in the world. — ❞ she said, with a distant voice and and even more distant look on her lilac eyes.
the princess blinked before melancholy could drown her unnecessarily. she should focus on being a positive influence to those around her, a charming princess by the book. ❛❛ — i may one day come knocking on your door to hold you to your promise, my lord. — ❞ she remembered the her father had one when he was still a prince and beloved by the people who did not know him yet. it was a great opportunity for the kingdom to know and to respect house targaryen again. when eyes gazed upon them in full regalia, even those who harbored rebel feelings would learn to respect them. yes, it would be sweet and advantageous for them to travel more, she should suggest it to aerion the next time she saw him. ❛❛ — when the king's justice fall upon those who inciting violence and the peace is reinstated once again, I pray we can go on a royal progress through the realm. then I could visit silverhill. the westerlands are always so loyal, house serrett included. you should be rewarded. — ❞
Targaryens and their dramatics, Adrian almost understood why Orys Baratheon wanted to remove them from the Iron Throne, waiting for the Princess to finish her performance. He decided not to feed into her dramatics, nodding his head at the mention that one day she may come knocking.
"I know my father would be honored to host any member of your family. Silverhill, he loves to claim, is quite suited for royal visits." His father loved to boast about a great many things though, from Adrian's older siblings, to his lands, to the horses he owned.
"A royal progress would do a great deal to repair the people's relations with the Crown as well. Like those of Jaehaerys and Alysanne's, where they would listen to them, listen to them and craft laws from what they heard." He smiled, and bowed his head a little, hand against his chest. "Your words are very kind, Princess, though, I would hardly say that we deserve any rewards for simply doing our duty to the Crown."
Of course a preening Serrett would think that. With Lysa only being used a tool for her gain. Truth was Samantha never got to deeply know the Tully girl and simply was not close enough to think of her as a friend.
"In my eyes, Lord Serrett, Lysa was a close ally to my cousin and a brilliant rebel. Every rebel death is a tragedy for me and my house" How dare this air-headed lord thought that losing someone like Lysa was so trivial to Samantha. "Perhaps one day you will find a cause where you feel the same to those that help instead of chasing those who outrank you"
The riots and the proceeding deaths did set a awful precedent for nobles throughout Westeros. The smallfolk could overthrow their lords at anytime if they disagreed. Which gave Samantha an idea regarding the smallfolk of the Stormlands. There may be a chance to restore the glory to her house and her cousin's.
Adrian laughed at her, audibly. Every word that left her lips only confirmed to him that she did not care about the Lysa girl as an individual but as a tool to her rebellion, and she was so deluded that she had convinced herself otherwise. "A brilliant rebel, every rebel death is a tragedy for you and your house? Why, why is that? Because they were people who are now gone, or because they won't be there for you to throw their bodies at a castle you plan to wage battle for? Once again, rather than mourning the person for who they were, it sounds like you're mourning what you could have used them for."
He smirked at her remark, she thought her words were wounding to him, but he had little care. He planned on securing his place in this world. Just as her dear family had been. "Perhaps one day, you will find your cause was just Orys Baratheon chasing those that outranked him. The prize he was seeking though in his chase was just far more dangerous, and it cost him and his children everything."
"What is this brief, mortal life, if not the pursuit of legacy?" From Keegan
"You're the Hand of the King, you're legacy is secured. The question for you is, what will be your legacy? A stable guiding force that bettered the realm amidst mass struggle? Or a man who stood by and allowed horror to be inflicted upon Westeros? Or even worse....an irrelevant, incompetent Hand, who did nothing for no one....least of all himself?"
"What is this brief, mortal life, if not the pursuit of legacy?" - alerie
"Is that why you married my cousin then? To be a part of the Lannister legacy? It's far more important than the Florents. I wouldn't fault you if that was the only reason for your agreeing to marry him. Your legacy will be better enshrined because of it."
The gods give just as the gods take away. - aemma
"Then it falls to us, to take it back. However we can, wherever we can. People after all hardly ever follow the wills of the Gods, to the point that I think the Gods have given up on trying to force them to. Tell me Princess, will you let the Gods simply take from you? Or will you fight back?"
Samantha had a duty to the rebellion and a duty to her cousin. Before returning to her beloved home on the sapphire isle, she would be saying her final goodbye to Lysa Tully. Even though they were not close, Lysa was a key part of fighting back against the crown. Her efforts will be missed.
"Lysa was important to the rebel cause. It would be disrespectful if I missed her memorial" Sam knew that many loyalists were not going. No use mourning for a rebel if you were on the opposing side, she guessed. After, though, she planned to return to the Stormlands. There was still much work to be done.
Adrian raised an eyebrow, curious at the other's phrasing. Ignoring that it was borderline treason. It seemed so....callous towards the Tully girl as an individual. She was just an aspect of the rebellion, her contribution to it would be missed.....rather than her personally being missed.
"So then in your eyes you're mourning the loss of a tool....rather than the loss of a friend. I imagine many people were important to the rebellion, as foolish as it possibly was.....but will you be missing Lysa simply because she was Lysa? A living, breathing person without thoughts and interests beyond the rebellion, or will you be missing the.....whatever it was she brought to the rebellion, like one mourns for their favorite quill when it can no longer be written with?" He folded his arms over his chest, curious of the Tarth girl's answer.
"It is terrible what has happened to her. When the smallfolk start going around killing nobles, regardless of which side of the war they were on.....that is a terrible precedent for all of us."
The time had come for everyone to begin packing up and leaving, though the journey for Adrian was much shorter than what most others had to anticipate. He was not at all envious of the Northern lords who had a month long voyage ahead of them to get back to their cold and drab keeps.
He spotted the Lady Tarth again, surprised she had not already departed though he was sure that she would be going to Riverrun, rather than to Tarth for the funeral of the Tully Lady. "Lady Samantha, will you be heading to Riverrun now? To see Lady Lysa off on her final trip? Or will you be heading straight back to Tarth now that the chance to return home once more has arisen?"
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