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@flowrsrot
# 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐓 . a dependent multi-muse for 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒇𝒎 featuring original characters . set in the world of game of thrones . as penned by 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 .
MUSE LIST :
⤻ 𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 , intro
⤻ 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚈𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃 , intro
⤻ 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙻 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 , intro
⤻ 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 , intro
𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 , 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 , 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵
where : the serrett rooms , staerdale .
who : @warsmade .
when : the present , arc ii .
❝ wyllam sent you a raven , just days ago . not exactly the clearest writing , but i believed it to be legible enough . ❞ their boy is sitting upon the carpet a few feet away - playing with carved horses , a gift from his favoured uncle aeron . she’s sure among them are tiny soldiers gifted by his father . she nearly worries how her words may be taken . for he has withdrawn , some , since the whole affair of his brother’s wife’s loss . it was two months ago , now , after all . long enough he should have dealt with it , she thinks . ❝ but i have to think you must’ve been travelling already , by then . it was last minute , after all . but he wished you’d travel with us . ❞ she clears her throat . ❝ it doesn’t matter now , i suppose , now that we’re all together once more . ❞
where : temporary offices of the king’s council .
who : @stcrfrost .
when : sometime in the weeks before court was summoned .
❝ he was injured , lys . ❞ he confesses quietly , the words slipping out loud as a canon into the silence . ❝ far more than it would seem . he’ll survive it , of course . but it alarmed him , i’m sure of it . ❞ it was a reminder , lancel thinks , that he is but mortal . the gods had named him king , placed him above all others and crowned him in gold - but they had kept him mortal . something he truly believes the other had forgotten after so long . ❝ he won’t let it spread further - for he believes it would make him appear weak . he hardly wanted me to know - no less any others - but i’ve known him too long . i know him too well . ❞
where : dorne , a courtyard .
who : @prodiiteur , @reqaltys , @crvwnfought , @lilachymns , @aliandraallyrion , @aurorecaron , @crxnlxnds , @trgryns , @glvrious , @scndrenched .
when : month two , beginning .
❝ he’s not so scary , even if he has grown since i’ve been away . ❞ elia utters from her place perched upon pillows , hand stroking down the tiger’s fur . mors is calm , a slight purr slipping out as he lays guard in front of her , watching their companion’s every movement . the arryns had seen their world burned to ashes - and she nor mors would not see the same become of nymeria’s descendants . even if it meant she would lose some grace , and he become less docile . ❝ not to me , at least . though i don’t know if i would recommend getting too close . you know he’s always been rather overprotective of me . ❞
trgryns:
violet hues watched the man with a sort of playful , taunting gaze as their dear good sister dragged them away . “ was that his face ? i thought for sure it was some ghastly , ugly mask – he would surely put the hound to shame , ” they are not so sweet as daella , they didn’t have to be . not when it came to people who annoyed them . “ i simply said that his son ( lord ronald ambrose ) has grown into a handsome young man . . . and how it must be sad to not have your child resemble you in the slightest , ” a gleeful smirk settled on angelic features .
❝ i do believe the hound would be insulted to be compared to such a dreadful excuse for a lord . ❞ she replies , not even attempting to hide her laughter this time as she pulls them towards the wine table . it’s necessary for them both , she thinks , if they are to get through the evening . ❝ oh ! it is such a shame his son took nothing from him but his name , i’m sure lady ambrose must be glad for it , at least . ❞
crownscost:
status : open .
setting : the edges of the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
daemon maneuvered about the room with a familiar ease, and not for the first time that evening does the déjà vu hit him, the situation and the celebrations, memories of a wedding he’d held with fondness. but the more time he’s spent with shaera in recent days, a part of him felt hopeful that perhaps they might find that same sort of happiness he’d once held with laena. he wished for it, at least, that maybe the gods would offer him this kindness after all they have already put him through, though he knew wanting for such things was unlikely to get him far. daemon accepted each congratulations ( and calculating side - eye ) with a warm smile and the grace of any crown prince, kind thanks offered in return as was expected of him. head inclines just slightly towards the person nearest him, hands clasped loosely behind his back as gaze shifts towards bride across the room. ❝ i do hope you’re enjoying yourself. have you had the opportunity to taste the tarts, yet ? i’m hoping there’ll still be some left for later. ❞
❝ the tarts are too sweet . ❞ but none are , in fact , so horrible as the bride herself . she is seemingly lucerys’s perfect woman , and the princess questions if the lysani lady had been chosen more for that than a bride to his son . she will not be so surprised if the rumour is true , for she has seen the way he looks to all those of valyrian ancestry within the realm . ❝ i am sure all who desire one will have their chance . ❞ even you , goes unsaid , as she follows his gaze . she wonders , now , if aegon might’ve done the same should it have been her and not beloved laena who had been taken by the gods . if he’d have married a woman he’d met not days before , replacing her with a woman far from home and mistrusted by at least half the court . ❝ but i will not be partaking . wine , i think , is all that is desired . ❞
gcldenflwer:
aster smiles adoringly at his sister, wishing for nothing more than her to blessed with another child. he had never seen a mother as gifted and tender with her children as daella was, she deserved it. “ i will keep trying till one of them learns, so that my antics will haunt you even after we have parted. “ there is a smile on his face, watching her fondly. “ may i ask… would you have still fallen in love with aegon if you were not duty bound?” he hesitates for a moment. “ how does one know what is truly for the best, daella?”
❝ oh do not say such things . we shall never be parted , not forever . ❞ her words are insistent , a note of worry within them . woman made of ivory and pearls bends forward to press a feather light kiss upon his forehead , as she’s done so many times before . ❝ my love for him was at first sight . i’d fall for him in a thousand lifetimes . ❞ she believes it , truly . believes the gods had paired them together not by chance but for their souls’ true happiness . ❝ and had he not fought for me , and the gods paired me with another , i’d have been heartbroken for all of my days . ❞ a beat , ❝ have you . . . do you know such love ? ❞
crownscost:
❝ oh, most certainly, but which ? ❞ gwyn hummed with an amused twinkle in her gaze, shooting them a playful wink. she was right, of course. someone would prove it soon enough. ❝ none can truly compare to the dornish, we are a skill set all of our own, ❞ and her own words are quite, loyalty to the people of their home coming first always. ❝ lady stark was my wager, as well. i think i shall hope a success for your aunt, but i will not be disappointed should a wolf succeed. ❞
❝ of course . but besides them . . . if i might be allowed another bet , i believe prince rhaegar may have some chance . ❞ their reply is a truthful one , yet the glee in their tone is incomparable . of all the dragons , he is the one she believes in most - along with vasila . but rhaegar holds only fond memories for her , and she’s no doubt of his gallantry . ❝ though we shall see if he can hold up to our own - or to the lady stark . ❞
closed : evelyn serrett ( @flowrsrot ) location : the feast hall !
she was no stranger to keeping secrets. she was a private person by nature, rarely allowing people to catch a glimpse of her innermost feelings. when eve had told her of what had happened with the tyrell lord and who the father of her nephew really was, she’d had no problem keeping it to herself without ever letting on. she just hadn’t expected her sister to be quite so forgiving of the man, or at least forgiving enough to accept his favour. she drops into the seat beside eve, glass of wine in hand as she stares at her. “i thought the tyrell lord was dead to us. what changed your mind?”
❝ midas - and his meddlesome nature . ❞ a scoff , annoyance in her tone as she lifts her own wine to her lips . ❝ we’ll need far more wine for this , but did you know that no matter how many ravens you dispose of , there will always be more ? ❞ she’d begun to think she was losing it , then , when the ravens never ceased . ❝ he’d . . . before the end , he’d discovered the truth and informed olyvar . not long after i arrived , we spoke . ❞ a beat , ❝ he wishes to marry me , lys . or , so he says . ❞
trgryns:
his heart aches for his sister , seeing her not enjoy herself makes him want to drive a dagger into whatever makes her unhappy . “ i’m sure the gods wouldn’t do that , how could they when they must surely love you more than others ? ” his tone is light , attempting to lift the other’s mood . “ we are not the old dragon’s puppets , elia . i will not allow us to be , ” he says . he wasn’t personally familiar with king’s landing but he knew what the street of silk was , and what went on there . “ what ? ” he says , bringing their walk to a halt and looking at her . intensity in those honey colored eyes . “ who said it ? which lady said that to you , who would dare say such a thing ? ”
❝ if they love me above all others , they do not show it . ❞ they insist , a pink painted sigh slipping from her lips . she may be sweet as the summer day , ripe and ready for picking as a peach , but she is also a martell . and no martell could be easily controlled . no , no dragons would control them . for her namesake had been controlled so long ago , and though she had been fond of rhaegar , too , she would not see their story be replayed for the gods . ❝ i shall trust you , as always . for i do not enjoy it . ❞ as he pulls them to a stop , she squeezes his arm just so . ❝ there are simply too many courtiers to remember them all by name . but it tells more of her , i think , than me that she might think that . ❞
gcldenflwer:
“ i cannot believe you do not think that i shall best everyone in the competition, do you have no faith in me, princess?” aster teases, giving her a pout before it breaks into a grin. he taps his chin, teasingly considering elia’s request before he leans in closer. “ it is a secret, you must swear that you shall not tell anyone till after the tourney has begun.” he waits a moment. “ the king’s.” the lord bursts into stifled laughter, covering his mouth.
❝ it is hard you see , for you are my truest friend . ❞ she insists , teasing in their tone . ❝ yet you hold no interest for my heart , thus how might i find you the most handsome ? ❞ true laughter slips out , sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from blooming tulips . ❝ i’m sure his grace will be quite appreciative of your affections . ❞
scndrenched:
“I do not understand the match myself. There are many other suitable options,” Blythe sighed. Their own unmarried status weighed heavily on them, not for the desire to be married, but rather because they worried who their match will be. They reach their hand out to Elia, “I apologize, Elia. Of course, you are. I’m simply excited that someone has caught your eye. They must be very special.”
❝ i’m sure papa must have his reasons . ❞ he must , for they cannot imagine a world where their father would so easily make the match . ❝ you needn’t apologize , of course . i’ll forgive you , immediately . but perhaps you could be so kind as to share whose favour you will be asking for . ❞
servtudes:
“your lady grandmother is correct. possibly because dorne had more connections outside of westeros before being conquered,” aeron nodded, glancing at the young martell. “dorne still feels like a whole different world compared to the rest of the continent. i much prefer it over anywhere else but maybe that is because i am biased to home,” chuckling as he picked up a pastry and examining it. “what is this one? is there anything that you like? i’d be happy to get them for you.”
❝ she always was . and i miss it . it has not been so long , but i , well , i miss it terribly . ❞ for how can they not ? the heat , mors , the comforts of home . all are so important to her , despite the wedding proving to be just as exciting as she’d expected . they look to the pastry , curiosity upon cherubic features . ❝ it’s a gooseberry tart , i believe . i’ve never liked them . but , ❞ eyes the colour of dornish sand after a great rain look to the table , selecting a pastry she might enjoy . ❝ oh , they have cherry tarts - those i adore . i’d love one , but only if you’ll have one too . ❞
glvrious:
♛
rhaegar presses his lips together as he feels his cheeks blush with unadulterated embarrassment. “right, yes, princess blythe.” he breathes out, head shaking before he shakes his head. “i have no doubt i will have to keep an eye out for them.” a poor attempt. it’s as if he can feel his mother affectionately scold him for getting something like this so wrong. he chuckles, awkwardness becoming all his chest can feel. after a few moments, he dares to look at the dornish princess again. “how much will it take for you to not say anything to the queen about this?” it’s a joke, spoken with half a smile on his tense lips, an attempt at using humour to show that he meant no disrespect. “i will not kill anyone but i reckon everything else is on the table.”
❝ i’m sure you will . ❞ they will hardly be paying attention to their aunt , if they are quite honest . for they have seen them compete in dornish competitions so many times . they wish , now , to see all the westerosi competitors and how they hold up . ❝ but i’m certain you’ve paid well in past , ❞ a fond laugh , nimble digits resting upon his forearm for but a moment . ❝ besides it’s unlikely your mother will listen to a word i say . she might think i have ulterior motives . ❞
STATUS : accepting replies WHEN : day four of the tournament
it was only a few hours after the tournament when leyla dayne stood pacing back and forth across the room. hands on hips , the usual image of a lady the dayne usually presented was gone , replaced by a worried sister. “ people die in these tournaments , “ she says , voice laced with anger. “ how has the kingdom not outlawed them ? “ her brother , areon , had been injured during the days event and although she had been assured he was fine , leyla was the stubborn sort. if it wasn’t considered treason she’d likely take a sword to prince aegon. “ please tell me the rest of the festival won’t be so bloody , i don’t know how much more i can take. “
❝ all know the risk upon entering . ❞ she cannot say she does not enjoy the violence , enjoy seeing the sweat upon each knight’s brow as they race towards one another . but what she does so detest , is seeing those she cares for injured . ❝ and it is no wonder many do not , with tides such as these . but it’s all a game , truly . just like hunts - there is great risk to all involved . it is the gods’ mercy that none have been killed yet . ❞
servtudes:
delicate fingers lightly draw figures on his nape, listening to him intently. “house marbrand is a good match. she’ll be within the westerlands and a house loyal to yours,” a wide smile growing on her lips. “see? you worry for nothing, my lord.” the title sounded so foreign uttered with in inside the safety of the chambers. outside, they had their own separate duties — lancel as master of laws and cassana as one of the princess laena’s ladies — however all that did not matter when they were together. they were simply inseparable, at one. her low hum reverberated throughout the quiet chamber, leaning closer, body now pressed against his. “you underestimate me. if it’s your children i would not mind. i would gladly suffer through it.” she says it playfully but words bear weight. she’s surprised why she isnt already with the time they’ve spent together— not that she was trying anyway. after that she spoke no more of the topic. “if i had a gold coin for each time you make my knees feel like gelatin then i would have already emptied your house’s reserves. what do you gain for this, hm?” cassana face was barely inches away from lancel’s, she was so close that she could feel his breath dancing on her skin. she flicked her nose teasingly against his, trying to see what he would do. her gaze meets his, heart beating wildly, only for him. she had thought she was not capable of love before meeting lancel but here she was overflowing with just that. “have i successfully eased your mind of your worries? if not then i shall keep going. i shall tell the sun not to rise so i may spend more time with you.”
❝ loyal to my brother . ❞ he corrects , though there is little to it . instead he chuckles softly . ❝ now , none of that . i am no lord within these quarters - not to you . ❞ never , he thinks , to her . though beyond the walls of his chambers , she must use his proper title - he uses their time within them to forget . ❝ nor an eager father to a babe . ❞ just as her words carry weight - so too do his . he will discuss the world and all it’s glories with her - but not the possibility of children . never that . ❝ in your presence , i gain nothing more , nor less , than every part of your being . ❞ his less than jovial disposition has always had a way of rubbing off on those around him . allowing him to start many arguments with only a few words said . cassana has never been so repulsed by his self - designed magnetic field , drawn into it instead . she is the light of a gemstone within the seemingly barren mines of his life , one who has stolen both his nights and his very heart . ❝ well i should think it quite obvious . i gain nothing more , nor less , than every part of your being . ❞ his heart beats faster as her face comes closer to his own . yet he waits , listening to her words as though there could be no think more important to him . when the last slips out , he leans closer , his lips brushing hers . ❝ you’ve always been too good at soothing me so . how the gods saw fit to bless me with you , i know not . ❞
shesiren:
fingers tighten the hold on her knife , dainty shoulders stiff as angelic beam is forced on features : embodiment of the maiden , as chosen by his grace the king . “ how kind, your grace. i am fortunate enough to don these styles so well — pregnancy and its tokens will complicate such matters but i do look forward to having tiny feet pattering around my husband - to - be and myself . ” voice as sweet as a lover’s kiss , the taste of eternity in tender promises while underneath there is the poisonous bite of the tears of lys . “ i am more than grateful for thy help and that of her grace, it is important i look the part of lady - wife of the crown prince, so no one forgets their place in the king’s court. we must be one strong united royal family against those considering treason to the crown. ”
❝ we should only hope the mother may grant you the blessing . my dear good sister , she was never so fortunate . ❞ and how the pair had prayed to the mother together - side by side within the sept , their knees going numb for how long they stayed . this woman - this foreigner - holds no candle to dearly beloved laena . not in the heart of one who loved her so completely - and who was loved just the same . the princess wonders , now , what she might’ve thought of her beloved husband marrying again so soon . ❝ nothing will bring us more pleasure , for it is important you look the part of a princess of the seven kingdoms . ❞ a correction , for one of lys can no longer be that , if she is to be daemon’s bride - she must be removed from all that came before her . the king would demand it . even she , of tyrell blood , had removed so much of herself in that first year . ❝ but targaryens must stand together , it’s true . his grace deals with so much across his kingdom , there must never be any hint of infighting . ❞
