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@aelynflorent
{ @lady-annaya }
—shifting her legs from underneath her, Aelyn got more comfortably in the armchair. the hardcover she's been reading made her giggle almost continuously. they have been in this room for a couple of hours now; reading and talking, drinking, and laughing. the candles burning around cast a golden glow in the room, making it all the more cozy and relaxing, just the atmosphere she had been looking for, a sense of older times. she looked over at Anna before closing the book on her lap with a sigh. "how is your story progressing?" she questioned as she stood, gently putting the book on the small table beside the velvety armchair. they usually don't read romance novels, so it was a fun idea to see if they could read a book, each, whilst discussing the plot and story, judging the characters and definitely having a thing, or two, to say about the scenes unfolding.
"perhaps we should be more like them..." she told her friend with a burst of laughter, pouring each of them a glass of Redwyne wine, her favorite. "I mean," Aelyn continued shortly after, handing the glass to Annaya, "I cannot see myself being so caught up in the idea of love, ever," and she made a half gagging expression at the proclamation, shook her head. "could you?"
{ @rosa-arryn }
—a light breeze blew over the lake waters, offering a breath of air under the warm evening rays of the Dornish sun. hazel eyes looked at the way the water rippled, carrying flower petals and tree leaves; if she was more romantic at heart, she would feel like a fairy, almost. minus the wings. the two women had decided to take a day to themselves, seated on their blanket by the lakeside, nibbling on fruit and sweets, laughing over idle things. it had been a while since she had felt so relaxed, carefree. felt like after everything that had happened, they both needed this. her mind was not all that troubled, lately, her biggest problem was her father urging her to marry the Tyrell prince through letter after letter he sent addressed to her. though today she wanted to be in a lighter mood, not think of the burden of her father, which was her only problem really, and him using her as nothing more than a pawn. she had been talking to Rosa about her adventures in town, throwing small rocks in the lake when she looked over to offer some fruit to Smudge. "don't move!" she exclaimed, hastily, as she fumbled with her papers and a pencil. the light was hitting Rosa's beautiful face in such a charming, flattering way that inspiration struck Aelyn the moment she looked over at her dear friend. honestly, she had always thought Rosalyn to be beautiful; with her freckled skin, her long auburn locks cascading over her back, her bright blue eyes. a smile adorned her lips as she started working on the outline of her portrait.
"don't move, Rosa!" she urged once more, a girlish laughter falling from her lips. lifting her skirts with one hand, Aelyn sat crossed legged, patted her dress down and quickly set herself to work. though aware that it came seemingly out of nowhere, she really did not want to lose the chance to paint her friend's portrait, especially since she meant to capture her on a canvas for a while now. "it will come out so beautiful! trust me!" Aelyn offered further, a bright smile that reached her eyes still plastered on her face.
{ open starter }
—walking through the market, surrounded by all the now-familiar smells of herbs and spices, bright colors, and floral scents, Aelyn felt strangely at ease. she had come to the market almost on a daily basis, it was a small part of Dorne that she had come to know so well that now she felt she could let her guard down. even just for a bit. wondering amongst the stalls, she searched for paint so she could add some details on a painting she was working on, having just made her purchase, she turned around to continue on her way and go get some flowers which were an almost daily task of hers, though she was surprised when she dumped into someone.
hazel eyes widened in shock and she silently watched in horror as the deep red paint stained the other person's garment. her hand covered her mouth, muffling a gasp that escaped besides her best judgment. the deep red marks stained the stone road. "oh, gods..." she half-whispered, the sight making her feel embarrassed. "I am so sorry..." she mumbled, still trying to make sense of how she could be so distracted to cause such a mess. "I can be so clumsy..I.." fumbling for words, she held the now open jar of paint tightly. "I don't know how I can make it up to you..."
rcdwyne:
Garland was finishing up some strategy plans, sketching out the entirety of the Redwyne fleet and their strongest formation based on the weapons the ships were armed with when he heard a soft knock on his door. It was too gentle to be the knock of a man, he determined, which ruled out anyone from his crew or the Tyrell brothers, so out of caution, he turned over the parchments with the sketches before getting up from his cushioned chair. He opened the heavy oak door and stared into the smiling face of his niece. Oh, how she reminded him so much of Arwyn when she smiled like that. “Aelyn!” he greeted cheerfully, a little less controlled than usual, and he took his hands in his in a rare display of softness. “Welcome to Dorne, my sweet lass.” She was the closest he had to a child, but he rarely expressed his affection for his niece. “Come on in.” He let go of her soft hands, ending their sweet moment and held the door open for her to enter his study.
He pushed out a chair for her and poured her a goblet of Arbor wine without even asking, assuming the young woman wanted to drink the wine she had grown up with. “How was the journey here?” Garland asked while sitting down in the chair opposite the desk with his own goblet of wine in hand. Aelyn and his sister had not travelled on the Arbor Queen with him out of an abundance of caution as Lord Redwyne had feared an attack. He knew others feared his fleet and the power it granted the Reach, so he had put his family on a different ship, one more plain but inside it had all the featherbeds and fineries they were used to. “I hope neither you or your aunt got seasick on the way.”
—a smile spread effortlessly on her lips at the sight of her beloved uncle. though she wanted to hug him, for the moment she held back, content to simply squeeze his hands as he took a hold of hers. "I am so happy to be seeing you again!" she exclaimed, holding his gaze for a moment. she had missed seeing him back at the Arbor. surveying the room in a curious gaze, taking in the decor, another gentle smile formed on her lips. she found it suited him, the aesthetic of his office space was beautiful and somewhat reminded her of his office back at home, at the Arbor. coming to a halt by the window, she gazed at the sight in awe; everything was so new to her, still.
"it was smooth," she responded in a pleasant, melodic tone. "aunt nagged about me spending most of the time hanging off the railings," she laughed at the memory in fondness, how she had worried the poor woman. accepting the glass of wine, she sat at one of the chairs situated before the desk. fingers run slightly over the decor of her goblet for a moment before taking a sip. Arbor wine is the best in all the land. her favorite. always will be. it reminded her of home and she thought it would always be a comforting, familiar getaway for her. "how have you been?" she questioned then, her eyes searching to meet his. she knew her uncle, how strong he was, but she had hoped he did not have many troubles burdening him. especially not after that awful, tragic day at the festivities. the thought alone was enough to make her cringe, though she kept the sweet, gentle smile upon her lips.
"I've actually seen a little of Dorne..." she then told him, somewhat absentmindedly. "I did not expect it to be so hot, to be honest!" she almost laughed at herself for that admission.
cedrictyrell:
— the journey back across the dornish dunes to sunspear from the banks of the river torrentine in western dorne was faster than the initial journey out for the funeral rites of the reachmen, women and children who had died in the midsummer ball attack. whilst the lack of bodies to carry played a large role in their return journey being considerably shorter, cedric had also spent a great deal of it in his own head. there was not much to be said between his brother and himself, and the two were dealing with their grief with their own methods; whilst cedric had longed to return back home with those who had perished, duty to his family and his house came first. there was still the matter of getting to the bottom of such attacks, and conversing with the other kingdoms about the correct steps of action to take.
upon arriving through sunspear’s gates yesterday evening, he had found himself in the familiar inviting bed of a familiar redhaired inkeeper’s daughter, who had decided not to hold his acquaintance with nicholas lannister against him for what had occurred that night. the tyrell prince had spent most of the night distracting himself in the pursuit of pleasure, and whilst his body was very much present with she who called herself loreza, his mind was in another place altogether. slipping from elia’s smile early that morning, whilst his chosen lover for the night slept peacefully, cedric had chosen to take the longer route to the fortress that went through the back of sunspear’s passages, rather than cut immediately through the martell’s watergardens. his first few weeks in dorne had seen him struggle to navigate through the labyrinth that was sunspear’s bustling bazaars many a time, though at this point he had managed to memorise a few staple routes. keeping his head down as he winded his way through the crowds and various street vendors, some who were familiar faces at this point. at this point he knew some passages were littered with pickpockets, who ranged from innocent looking children to bigger men meant to intimidate; scammers often directed unsuspecting visitors into such passages, only to attempt to rob them.
almost unconsciously, cedric knew of such a lane that was upcoming; side stepping, he brushed shoulders briefly with a figure that he paid little mind toward, before faltering slightly in his tracks. “are you sure it is safe? he was not exactly sure if those were the words he had overheard, due to the sounds of vendors shouting sales regarding their produce - though upon turning to look at the individual he had just brushed shoulders with, he had a feeling of the scene that was beginning to unfold; all confirmed by the satisfied smile on the man’s face. feet moving to intercept the scene before his mind had began to connect the dots in what to do, cedric placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and firmly moved him backwards. “no trouble is needed here.” he spoke firmly, his grip becoming slightly firmer on the man’s shoulder as he directed him toward the lane. “leave.” the man looked at him in sullen anger, though it was a face he had vaguely recognised from his time around sunspear and one he could easily report to the guards by the large mole on his nose. “now.”
the man simply glared at him before turning and going down the lane, muttering something under his breath cedric did not care to understand. letting out a low sigh, cedric turned to finally bring his gaze upon the woman; a face that gave him a warm sense of familiarity he was sure he had seen somewhere before, though it were probably at the midsummer ball. most of the night seemed a blur at this point. “do you often follow men down crooked alleys?” he inquired, his tone no doubt tired yet kind. “he would have robbed you of those flowers you’re holding so tightly; and a lot more.”
—taken aback by the sudden interruption of another stranger, Aelyn looked quite perplexed at the interaction by the two men. it was not quite clear to her whether the finely dressed gentleman was so adamant as to send that man away, though a part of her felt a sense of relief. she felt rather distrustful of him herself and having someone else confirm her suspicion was both making her anxious and thankful at the same time. she watched in silence as the man disappeared between throngs of people. her rescuer's voice demanded her attention and she turned to look at him. a rosy tint dusted lightly upon her cheekbones at his query, making her feel rather stupid for having trusted that man to begin with; not all people have good intentions, that was something she had to remind herself rather often, should she wish not to be tricked, as she had almost been this instance. ugh, how embarrassing! she thought, for had something happened to her, how would she explain to her uncle, mainly, why she had chosen to so willingly follow a stranger down a sketchy alley in a town she had never been before. she would have had no safety, no sense of knowing where to go.
meeting the man's eyes, she noted for the first time that he was rather handsome looking. he looked like he could easily be a hero in one of the romance novels, and the thought almost made her laugh. Aelyn offered him a mock sweet smile. "do you often rescue women from men who look like they have a hidden agenda?" she questioned, her tone matching the smile on her lips. yep, definitely a romance novel hero, the only downside was that she hardly ever read them and would, certainly, never consider writing one.
the thought that she was now left rather stranded, having no clue were to go dawned on her. she needed to get to either the library or a bookstore, no matter how small. it was all so unfamiliar and foreign. though the realization that the stranger who had essentially come to her rescue seemed familiar with the town, or how else would he know to send the man away or that he was leading her down a crooked alleyway? narrowing her eyes slightly at the thought, she smiled to herself at the idea which she conceived. "and seeing how you have a lot of free time to rescue a damsel in distress, and how you sent my guide away, you are going to have to take me to the library, instead." this time she offered another sweet smile, though her tone made it clear that she was anything but joking. "or a bookstore," she shrugged, seemingly nonchalant.
( ♛ truth serum ) : do you believe your published works under the pen-name of 'themis' to be dangerous to the set establishment of the tyrells? do you fear if you would ever be discovered, your work could be considered to be rallying the people against the status quo?
“—my work, my pieces do not rally people against our King or his family. I urge the King and his council to consider a fairer taxing system for the people, especially those struggling; a way for all to pay taxes according to their income. I prompt the King to be fairer, more just, make the streets safer for the less fortunate. but my writings also prompt the people to trust in the King, they are supportive of him and I, honestly, believe him to be an intelligent, efficient King, who separated from the Iron Throne having our people’s best interest at heart. true power comes from the people and a good King would be aware of that. so, in short, I am confident that should I be discovered nobody would be able to say that I have opposed the King or turned people against the Tyrell family, or prompted them to rebel.”
( ♛ truth serum ) : are you sad that you have been promised away without a say even if it to a prince?
"—I was never under the impression or false promise that I will have a say regarding my betrothed, to begin with. that being said, I wholeheartedly believe that had I expressed any concern to my uncle, he would have been willing to speak of it with me. I am not sad or concerned at all, I know what I am in need of is mainly a secure match and alliance, not love and flowers, that may come in time..."
medicisource:
anon requested: CLARICE ORSINI IN EVERY EPISODE | season 3 episode 1: survival
ironforgedinspo:
𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧-𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬.
{ @rcdwyne }
—it was the second day since she had arrived at Sunspear and despite the melancholy and heavy atmosphere surrounding the city, Aelyn also felt a sense of excitement. not just for coming to Dorne, to getting the chance to be away from home and meet new people, culture, make new experiences, but also because she would get to see her beloved uncle once again. her love for her mother's brother was immense; how he had taken her into his home, made her feel safe and secure. happy. she owed so much to him for having fought to get her away from her father and his new bride who hated her with every fiber of her being. her life had been nothing short of miserable up until that day when she packed her things, boarded a ship a headed to the Arbor; home. House Redwyne was more her home than House Florent had ever been. she valued him, respected him and loved him more than she would ever love her father. so the mere thought of seeing him again was exciting to her.
there was a skip in her step as she headed down the hallway, heading to Garland's office, though she tried to contain her happiness and she appeared most ladylike to those who would happen to pass her by. she also did not wish to seem heartless to these people; she was devastated by the losses everyone had faced, even for people she had never met and did not even know. yet she was proud of him, oh so proud! and that along with how happy she felt at the prospect of seeing him again put her in a good, giddy, mood. she kept her hands clasped before her, eyes somewhat cast downward and her step quick.
raising a delicate hand to the wooden door she knocked once. twice. despite her best effort, she was entirely unable to keep the smile from tugging upon her lips. she wished he was not busy, for she had shown up to surprise him, so to disturb him would be the last thing she wished.
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Synnove Karlsen as Clarice Orsini on Medici: Masters of Florence, episode 2.03 “Obstacles and Opportunities”
{ @cedrictyrell }
—longing to see more of the city, explore, Aelyn found herself wandering through the unfamiliar roads and paths. streets bursting with life, in contrast to how they had been nearly empty the first time she walked those same paths about two weeks ago. the open market was so different than what she was used to back at home, she loved the different colors and patterns, the well-made handcrafted jewelry. running her hand across the soft material of some bright colored fabrics, she looked around at all the people coming and going. a smile adorned her lips as she walked, her eyes absorbed the various sceneries around her, mesmerized. and though there were so many new things to experience, even food and drink, the need to also check out the local bookstore or a library had not subsided. deciding that she had a lot of free time to spare, she stopped to buy herself some flowers (and some for her uncle, though she was planning on telling him that she just happened to be holding them upon her visit to him later). she settled for a bunch of gillyflowers and a few roses.
"uhm, do you know how can I get to the library or a bookstore from here?" Aelyn asked the old lady. "I can help you out..." turning around she looked at the man who had spoken; fairly looking, a bit taller than she and seemed decent enough. the smile on his lips appeared genuine and she smiled back, content that people were so polite as to assist a foreigner so easily. "oh, of course!" she responded in her usual pleasant tone, her smile carrying through her voice. gently pulling her away from the stall, Aelyn frowned slightly at the gesture though said nothing, simply pulling her arm away from the man's grasp once he stopped walking. he started pointing down alleys, turns, and paths and she looked at him somewhat perplexed.
her sense was telling her not to trust him wholeheartedly, but she really had no reason to doubt him. "so, down the second alley? a right turn?" she tried to ensure that she was getting it. the man smiled, but this time it seemed more satisfied than polite and it...creeped her out. "that is right," he eyed her and Aelyn half glared at him. "I can take you there too if you would like..." the man offered and for some reason, Aelyn felt uneasy to follow him, but she also did not want to get lost.
"are you sure it is safe?" she asked half hesitant, just as she began walking, the man right beside her. involuntarily she began to glance around tried to see if she can catch someone's eye, preferably someone who did not look so suspicious.
ironforgedinspo:
𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡.
sharmans:
Perhaps the people here would have been happier if Lorenzo had chosen to marry one of their own.