The Gilded Peacock

Edmund Serrett - Youngest Son of House Serrett - 28

[edmundserrett]

   Per his brother’s command, Edmund was to remain close to him during the fighting. An order he thought absolutely ridiculous. Edmund was a man, and a very competent swordsman. The last thing that he needed was a babysitter or to be watched over. Still he saw no point in fighting with his brother, and would obey the command issued to him. He was in the process of crossing swords with an ironborn, who smelt like shit and wore a hideous plate mail without a helm however. Holding the blade with one hand, he moved his other hand to pull out a dagger, eventually managing to lift it high enough he stuck the ironborn in the throat watching as he dropped his blade, gripping his neck. However, he soon became dead weight falling towards Ed, and eventually they met knocking the Serrett to the ground, and allowing the disgusting ironborn to bleed on his own armor. Pushing the body off of him, 

“Fucking cunt.” Seeing his brother looking at him, “See I don’t need you to watch me like a hawk.” 

@adrianserrett

[edmundserrett]

   War was such an abstract concept to Edmund. He hadn’t seen fighting that took place during the Dance, and he was safe at Silverhill during the Sack of Lannisport. However, now war was coming again, though could it really be called a war? The Iron Islands were filled with dirty savages, if anything they were saving them by coming in and taking over. War was between equals, the Iron Islands was not the Westerland’s equals, and with the support of the Reach well....the savages hardly stood a chance, so he felt fine going off to fight. However, his sister was still a woman weak wills and all. Naturally she was nervous for him and their brother. He could forgive her. 

“Aliza, your worry is for nothing. This will take a few days at most, to travel to the filthy little shit rocks will take longer than taking them will. I will be fine, besides not only do we have the backing of the Reach, but we can also count on the Seven to protect us against the Ironborn with their false little squid god.” 

@alizaserrett

[edmundserrett]

alizaserrett​:

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a blonde brow raised at his comment of her scaring men, frown upon features. a roll of blue hues ended any remark she may make at that, she knew he wasn’t intending anything by it, and she was rather good at that, not that she meant to be. “do your shoulders not ache from carrying that giant ego of yours, little brother?” she replied, now a smile creeping up at the curves of her lips. despite the playful banter and jabs towards each other, they had a bond that differed from their other siblings, as she was sure his relationship with each of the other was different from hers. she never felt the need to filter herself with him, though she was never very filtered, in general. aliza serrett toned down her tongue as best as she could in general.

she could sense the sincerity in his words, as much as he poked at her, she knew he cared in the little way he did. “hey, it’s not your job to worry about me. am i not supposed to be the responsible one?” she taunted, they both knew that was nonsense. aliza sighed, shoulders dropped slightly as her feelings returned to her. “i made mistakes, one’s that i actually care about.” she shook her head, blonde curls shuffling about. it wasn’t exactly a mistake, what she did, but the hiding of the truth itself was what she felt burdened with, a burden she would continue to carry. the weariness would fade, she was sure. “but perhaps i will indulge in some fun if you have an idea?” a blonde brow raised now.

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   When she asked if his shoulders ached from carrying his massive ego, he grinned. He enjoyed the playful back and forth he had with Aliza. It was....different from his relationship with Adrian and Eleanore. It was relaxing.....he didn’t feel like he had to prove anything to her. She was just happy he was there.....or so he hoped. “No, if anything carrying my massive ego is the reason my body looks the way it does. Besides we’ve all been groomed to have egos. It’s our house words, I have no rival, talk about ego.” As the conversation turned more serious and she said that it was not his job to worry about her, but that she also made mistakes he hummed thinking her words over. 

“All humans make mistakes.....no matter how hard we try not to admit it. Don’t let your mistakes control you, Aliza. If you do, you’ll become a grey old crone, who only finds joy in scaring children and living in the woods.” He put his arm around her, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if that ends up being your fate regardless. Now as for something fun.....” He hummed looking around the room. “Ok, we’re going to pick a person, but rather than describe the person’s looks we’re going to say what we think their personality is like, then the other has to figure out who we’re talking about.” 

[edmundserrett]

wcrdsarewind​:

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“Yes, yes but men are boring. We’re crass creatures, truly.” Arron smiled at him, “but I hope they treated you like a whore or you treated them like one. I don’t really understand all of that, right? You can’t argue with a man and you can’t punch your spouse in the face, can you? No, you can’t. But were my lady wife a manwife…” Arron stopped talking as he took another drink from his cup. He wasn’t drunk. Not really. Not yet. There was so much night left and he wasn’t going to ruin it by drinking early. He needed to drink a lot for him to get well into drunkenness. Arron just spoke his mind freely even if he started to lose the point. “Really? Which one? Is it the Prince or is it someone insignificant? Because, if you’re going to fuck strangers then aim high.” 

Was he judging the other? Yes. Yes, he was. Arron judged everyone around him. Especially Westermen. They were a cut above the rest. Everyone in this room was below them. Even when Edmund Serrett did not carry himself as such. It was fine. Arron would live through him vicariously. “I spent some time in Dorne before this night. Liked that time better than now.”

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   “See that’s where I think you’re wrong. All people are boring, men and women. There are just exceptions. Interesting men....interesting women. Besides I see nothing wrong with being crass. I met someone from the Summer Isles, and they brought up a thought I had not considered. The gods give us eyes, they give us desire, and then they don’t expect us to use them? Why else do we build tools, if not to use them, and what are those traits but tools. Septons made shame, not gods. They made shame to control us.” Edmund shrugged and then smiled, “Truthfully I have no idea what his station is, but I will tell you this. I have found station means nothing. Aiming high, is finding someone who can actually hold your attention. Just because one is a King or a Prince or a Queen, doesn’t mean they’re worthwhile, especially when you only have one use for them.”  

Edmund brought his own drink to his lip, before raising an eyebrow. “What was better about it last time?” 

[edmundserrett]

lordofashemark​:​

the lord of driftmark was already growing tired of this ball. it wasn’t as if he did not enjoy the social occasion, he actually did. however, talks of peace amidst kingdoms he could not stand the presence of seemed laughable. passing by crownlanders and iron islanders alike only caused his jaw to clench. he enjoyed the company of his fellow westerlanders, though. catching up with his brother’s in arms, stories of old causing a bellowing laughter to escape the fiery lord of ashemark, surely a sight many did not see often. one might describe his demeanor as joyful, until blue orbs caught sight of rowdy iron islanders, fist balling at their banter, and he stood. barret needed fresh air. 

he walked out to the gardens, surely they were fairly empty. the party was happening inside. at least so he thought. he turned one corner and spotted the youngest lord serrett with a dornish boy in a way he didn’t expect. he didn’t care, really, but he quickly turned on his heel and allowed the two whatever privacy they needed. that was, until he heard the lord shouting after him. “nope. what you do in your own time is your business.” the lord stated. “i am not your keeper.” barret added, brushing the others hand off his shoulder. “there’s nothing to discuss.”

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   Edmund’s heart was pumping faster than usual, why? Why should he be nervous, he doubted his brother would actually care if he were to find out. Though was it really his brother’s thoughts he cared about, or Barret’s? Edmund had always believed that the people of the Westerlands were the best looking......but Lord Marbrand was the best looking of all. Every feast, ever since he was a child, whenever he could he had wanted to steal glances, and yet he always found himself nervous....blushing.....yet Edmund was never nervous nor did he ever blush. 

When his hand was brushed from Barret’s shoulder, it took everything not to let it show on his face. He had practice though, experience keeping his face stoic when he wanted it to be anything but. A gift he had his brother to thank for. Choking, ever so slightly, before he gave a small nod his head, and a slight smile. “Yes, yes of course. You aren’t my keeper. I suppose not though, nothing to discuss, and yet....” He paused for a second. Anything to keep the conversation going....to steal a few more seconds if he could. “If you’re walking the gardens can I join you? I just.....” Think of an excuse anything, as long as it isn’t stupid. “It would be nice to have someone who knows about home......I feel myself missing the Westerlands.” 

[edmundserrett]

edricxstark​:

“I would sooner stab one of these dinner forks through my eyes.” Edric answered with a sarcastic smile on his face, gesturing to the cutlery for the food. “Bleeding and blindness sounds much more appealing.” 

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   “Oh I could help with that too. The results would be faster.....” Pausing for a second biting his lip, before considering Edric for a second. “Actually I think you might only be able to last two pumps, Prince Edric.” Smirking, he gave a shrug as if he was indifferent. “I would imagine bleeding and blindness would be more appealing than letting me discover just how awful......or small a prince can be.” 

[edmundserrett]

wcrdsarewind​:​

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“Edmund!” Arron smiled as the other came over to him. He stood and pulled him into a hug, patting him on the back. Then he stepped back, his hands on his shoulders. “Dorne is great. I’ve gone to meet the people that live by the water. They build their little things and have these oars that reach the bottom and push. I thought that was something they only did with fisher folk or the neck. But I won’t bore you with my talk of ships and oars. Tell me about your travels. I’ve heard nothing. I’m looking for the good stories. Parties. What do the women look like? Did you look at the women?” Arron sat down on the edge of the table, picking up the cup of wine. He appreciated the company of Edmund Serrett. He enjoyed sailing with him and enjoying going out for parties and feasting. And while Arron didn’t have as much time to go out for feasting on these days, it didn’t mean he would turn a worth invite. 

“Are you liking Dorne?” 

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   Edmund smiled when Arron started talking about the ships that touched the bottom and pushed....he was more just happy that his friend was happy. Like a leech he fed off of it, other’s happiness only made him happier. It was why he enjoyed parties so much, there was so much joy in the air to eat. He chuckled when he was asked about any of his recent travels. “Oh you should know I looked at the women...and the men. Quite a few of them looked back at me. Actually here in Dorne I’ve had quite a few looks too.” He sipped his own wine considering the question. “Oh yes, the climate is lovely, I enjoy the heat, and the clothing. The food is good to, and the people, the people are just as good as the food. I am pretty sure me and some Dornish boy have been having eye fucking all night.” 

[edmundserrett]

alexejgoodbrother​:​

Alexej had let his wife wander about on her hunt, content to stay on the sidelines and watch people. Alcohol loosened people up, looser than they already were in Dorne with the relaxed rules the society of sand and vipers kept to, and it let him learn little things. Where eyes darted to when a new person came into the room, who was emulated, who was shunned. Outside of his little spies, it was his own power of perception that helped him understand these main-landers and their little games. The lord of Hammerhorn felt someone coming from his blind side, turning as footfalls closed in to see who was wandering his way. He’d decided to wear his eyepatch to not frighten those of more delicate constitutions, the majority of his scars and the bloodshot left eye hidden. The face approaching was not of a ruling lord, he had set to learn those first, so he assumed he was someone’s little brother. The spare or now not, as he saw the peacock jewels around his throat, knowing he was Serrett just before it left his mouth. The man was younger than him, and like almost all people, shorter as well as brother to the Master of Coin. The ironborn let the shadows fall off him as he looked over the little lord thinking walking up to him was a wise idea.

“What a confident little peafowl you are, Lord Edmund. Strutting up to an Ironborn like your king wouldn’t cut out your tongue for talking to me.“ Alexej’s voice rolled like thunder approaching from afar, one hand holding the wine he’d been nursing all night and the other still behind him. He could be called regal in his bearing, if someone could dare to call a man of the sea anything so fancy. “They are not boats, young man, they are ships. Capable of dealing with every hazard the Storm God sends to try and capsize our fleets. Other lords would take an axe to your throat for the insult. Be happy I am not one of them.“ He was though, but he was also no fool. A Westerlander interested in Ironborn ships meant either ulterior motives or a genuine interest. Both could be exploited. Patriotism before personal pride. “If you desire so badly to see one, why not walk down to the docks? Or does the the pretty bird get scared too easy?“ His eye twinkles in the light of the hall, a smirk on his lips. It will be interesting to see what he’d do, puff up and double down on all that confidence or scurry away to the safety of his lord brother.

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   Edmund rolled his eyes, first at the attempt to intimidate him, and then at the attempt to argue boats vs ships. “And here I thought Iron Islanders weren’t intelligent enough to know how to argue semantics or that any of you are capable of showing restraint when it comes to killing your betters.” Huffing a little, Edmund sighed and then crossed his arms over his chest. Eyes scanning over the Ironborn lord, considering him for a moment in silence. “Your attempts at scaring have failed, so I’ll ask again. Can I see your ships, or must I go find someone who will actually be willing to be of use to me? Here I thought.......perhaps my first mistake.....that you could actually prove to make for an interesting experience for me. Are you deadset on proving me wrong?” 

[edmundserrett]

alizaserrett​:

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disapproving look, taunting in nature, came over her face as she looked back over to her brother. “well at least one of us is making a good impression. it seems i cannot sneeze right these days.” she was pouting, only for a moment. aliza really didn’t want to talk about anything to do with her right now. a coy smile came over her face at his words. she cleared her throat, “you’re a serrett, you can afford the world if you want it.” she stated in her best adrian voice, a snort of drunken laughter escaping her at the comment. now it was her turn to playfully smack his arm back, mouth agape at his admission. “please, i am not jealous. if i so wanted to spend my night with a snake in my mouth i could.” eyes narrowed, cheeky smile on her lips as she gestured out to the crowd. “surely there is a dornish lad or lady out there who wouldn’t turn me down.” eyebrows raised. 

still, it only lasted a moment as she exhaled, shoulders shrugging slightly. “but i am not interested. i am glad you are having such fun, edmund.”

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   “Don’t be ridiculous. I am sure there is something you can do right. Some sort of....hidden gift we have yet to find. Perhaps we could put a sword in your hand. Your ability to scare men away could certainly become a gift in killing them.” Edmund chuckled, maybe his joke was mean, but he saw no problem in poking a little fun at his older sister. “I know I could afford the world, the only problem is most of the world is shit not worth buying.” Rolling his eyes at his sisrer when she started talking about snakes in her mouth. “You are foul, sister. I wasn’t talking about a cock. If I was, I would have simply said I put a cock in my mouth. What I said was I ate a snake. In saying that, I meant, I ate a snake, as in, the animal, the reptile. Though I had no idea you were so interested in the idea of me having cocks in my mouth that you would bring the conversation to that point.” Sighing, before he smiled again. “I want you to be having fun to....you deserve to have fun, and enjoy yourself. You need to stop crying,....just be happy. I want to help make you happy....have fun.” 

[bcautyknxves]

Open starter!

Location: Dornish Ball

She was already slightly inebriated and she only intended to get more drunk as the night went on.

Charlysse had sat down, for her knees had gotten wobbly after drunkenly dancing for a while. She was certainly going to feel her feet ache in the morning if she didn't sleep her impending hangover away.

Yet another goblet of wine graced her lips and she chugged it in one go. Acting as if you were mad was quite tiring, and acting as a mad drunk was utterly exhausting.

She then looked up from her goblet before nonchalantly putting it down and drunkenly gazing at the person she caught staring at her.

Charlysse smiled teasingly as she lazily leaned back in her seat.

"It is a wondrous ball tonight is it not? I'm afraid I'm quite drunk and your name escapes me at the moment. Do introduce yourself." She said before giving them a goofy grin.

[edmundserrett]

crxwniron​:

Open starter!

Location: Dornish Ball

She was already slightly inebriated and she only intended to get more drunk as the night went on.

Charlysse had sat down, for her knees had gotten wobbly after drunkenly dancing for a while. She was certainly going to feel her feet ache in the morning if she didn’t sleep her impending hangover away.

Yet another goblet of wine graced her lips and she chugged it in one go. Acting as if you were mad was quite tiring, and acting as a mad drunk was utterly exhausting.

She then looked up from her goblet before nonchalantly putting it down and drunkenly gazing at the person she caught staring at her.

Charlysse smiled teasingly as she lazily leaned back in her seat.

“It is a wondrous ball tonight is it not? I’m afraid I’m quite drunk and your name escapes me at the moment. Do introduce yourself.” She said before giving them a goofy grin.

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   Edmund knew that his brother and goodsister had a number of......issues between them. He hardly felt the need to insert himself into their affairs not caring enough about her to worry about her wellbeing, and knowing better than to ask his brother about it. Still when he saw his goodsister alone, and drinking he decided to enter into conversation with her. Approaching he smiled when she started speaking to him first though his eyebrow was soon raised almost up his entire forehead when she began asking for an introduction with him. He chuckled a little at her drunkenness, he could understand why his brother grew tired of her. 

“Charlysse, It’s me, Edmund, your goodbrother. I would have thought that you would need no introduction when talking to me.” Clearly she was drunk, and very, very far gone. “The ball has been fun, did you get to see the little bit with Peake boy? Rather amusing watching him get walked out of the hall naked and crying.” 

[scottsummerrs]

[edmundserrett]

“Yes, I tricked the House Peake boy into walking into the ball naked. What about it? It should build character. I personally wouldn’t have felt ashamed, I if I looked like that, if anything I DID him a favor. Women and some men I guess are going to be dying to get their hands on him. SO no I don’t feel bad, and I never will feel bad. Besides it was funny watching him cry. It made for good entertainment.” 

[edmundserrett]

Ser Desmond Serrett Species - Peafowl Gender - Male Age - 5 

[edmundserrett]

edricxstark​:

Who: @edmundserrett​ Where: The Dornish Ball

Sipping on a generous pour of Dornish red, the young prince was walking by when he heard a typical snobbish comment come from the lips of one Edmund Serrett. “Do you ever tire of being pathetically insufferable?” He couldn’t stop himself from saying. “You speak as if there’s a crown on your head. Is it merely invisible to the naked eye?” He squinted as if trying to see it. 

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   Edmund was comment on some small northern lord’s outfit when he heard the young Stark Prince try and come up with a witty comeback. Unfortunately for him, the North was not known for its wits, and he allowed the comment to roll of his back, instead he chose to smile, raising his glass slightly to the Prince. “Oh I never tire, Prince Edric. A trait a great many lords and ladies are pleased by.” He allowed himself a one over of Edric. “If you wish to see me naked under your eyes, all you need to do is ask. The Dornish have already had a taste of my lips, would you care to join them?” 

[edmundserrett]

caewynlefford​:

“Edmund!” Caewyn exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in an embrace once he had put a pause to her dancing. It had been far too long since she had last seen her friend and given all that had happened his presence was exactly what she needed. “Despite my excited exterior I am rather cross with you for staying away for far too long.” She put on a playful pout as she looked up at him. “Although, I do suppose I’ve been tucked away in the Reach, my sister has invited me to stay with her and her new husband for a time. I do hope you still received my letters.” 

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   Edmund raised his eyebrows when he was informed by his friend that she was cross with him. “You’re cross with me? I am not the one who decided to pack up and go to the Reach.” He chuckled a little, he understood though why she would look for something to blame for her feelings he supposed. Losing your mother to death, and your sister to a fate far worse than death becoming a woman of the Reach. “I have received your letters yes, I would reply faster but they come so frequently that I could only write so fast. I can only imagine the suffering you’ve been through, living in the Reach.” 

[edmundserrett]

alizaserrett​:​

the lady of silverhill would normally find herself amongst the dancers, moving skillfully to the beat of the music, the steps were something she would pick up as she went along, if needed. this night was very much not one of those nights. while she entertained a dance or two simply because she was asked and wanted to be polite, she did not find herself wandering about the ballroom, finding another lord’s eyes to sink her blue hues into, so that they may find themselves from the dancefloor to the shadowy corner of some hall later that evening. shockingly enough, aliza was hoping for a more solitary evening, standing at the sidelines and gazing at those enjoying themselves about. of course, in such a state, she mindlessly sipped her dornish red, not quite realizing how much of it she truly had until her younger brother approached her and pointed out her current state.

cheeks were flushed and eyes widened a bit at the young man before her, suddenly realizing the numbing feeling that had overcome her from the drink. she looked at the cup as if she was surprised it was even in her hand for a moment before glancing back at him. “so is everyone else in this room.” she replied, tone somewhat sarcastic. “or would you eat a snake sober?” brow raised as she suddenly realized what he had admitted to. “unless that’s a euphemism for something more scandalous.”

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   Frowning at his sister when she said that everyone in the room was drunk. “I am not drunk.” His frown deepened when she teased him, lightly he smacked her in the arm. “I do not appreciate you mocking me, sister.” Huffing a little, before he smiled. “I am very sober, if you must know I ate the snake to impress several of our Dornish hosts. They didn’t think I would be able to do it without throwing up.” When she proceeded to ask if it was a euphemism for something else, he rolled his eyes playfully. “If I were to suck someone’s cock, you’d be the last person I told about it. I will tell Adrian about it before you.” Smirking, “Simply because I can’t afford you getting jealous of me.” 

[edmundserrett]

    The Ironborn and the Westerlands had a bad blood between them, Edmund had been safe at Silverhill, a young man, and because of this he was curious about the Ironborn. They must have been formidable people, they were able to Sack Lannisport, one of the greatest cities of Westeros, and the one with the best city watch. If anything they intrigued him more than anything else. From all accounts they should have been pushed back....they were poor, they produced very little, and yet they were so......strong. He was eyeing up an Ironborn man at the ball, humming a little. Trying to figure out what made him so....fearsome but just looking at him, he wasn’t exactly afraid. So naturally, Edmund approached. 

“Edmund Serrett. I presume you’re an Ironborn.” Looking over him once again, “I would like to see one of your boats. I have read how....formidable they are, and your skills on them. Seeing one in person it would......be greatly......appreciated.” 

@alexejgoodbrother​

[edmundserrett]

   After dealing with his sister, Aliza and her sad, yet irrelevant, life problems, though what woman didn’t also succumb to such dramatics? He could not fault her for her sex. Edmund decided to go enjoy the Dornish boy from earlier’s company once again. Well, one thing led to another and he now found himself shoved up against a shrub, the other’s hands gripping his body. His tongue exploring Edmund’s mouth. He decided to take the passive role, see what this Dornish heat actually produced. Then he heard the snapping of a twig, and his eyes shot open as if he was a deer in the Kingswood. He didn’t care who knew he liked men, but he didn’t want to be caught with a Dornish boy by his brother. Though when his eyes opened it wasn’t his brother, it was the Lord of Ashemark, Barret Marbrand. Quickly he shoved the Dornish boy off of him, and he was chasing after him, catching up he quickly tried putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Barret, can we stop and talk please? About that back there? Please?” His voice was shaky, and he was nervous. 

@lordofashemark​