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loreza dalt, lady of the lemonwood

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cerions:

     While Cerion was never one to pass up a spotlight of attention, this was one of those rare scenarios in which he wished he could blind everyone in the room. He knew what they were thinking, why they were looking at him. It all had to do with Cerelle. Poor, poor Cerelle Lannister who had been viciously murdered by someone still on the loose. It filled him with anger to see how they looked at him and how pity was etched onto all of their faces. The sooner he was gone from King’s Landing, the better. Every second he had to stay in the dreadful capital was wasted time.

     Even in the sea of people, he did his best to keep a distance. Exchanging nasty looks with whoever got too close seemed to do the trick. It was then one of them dared to speak and before he could curse them away, he remembered where they were. He remembered his sister had been murdered and some had thought he was the culprit. “ Unless you know where I can find my dear sister’s murderer, I’m afraid you can offer me no help, my lady. ” he responded through a clenched jaw, his appearance looking more distraught than enraged.

    Loreza studied him, a frown settling across her lips. She wasn’t sure what to make of the Lannister Lord, though his reputation preceded him. She preferred to remain further south, in Dorne, and her loyalty to the Martells prevented her from letting her guard down, though she did feel for the loss of a sibling. It was never easy, and the multitude of emotions he must have been feeling were reasonable, even if her kindness came from instinct rather than a deeper desire to help him. She glanced at her feet, and then returned her gaze to him. “I regret that I cannot, my Lord. Forgive me for overstepping.” 

   She glanced to her side, finding nothing to ease the conversation into something else. “I am merely thankful that my children are not at my side, but rather safely tucked away at home.” She murmured. Her sons were on her mind, and though she wanted to hold them, she knew it was much better that they were away in Dorne and not there. 

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shipmcster:

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“Did they remove the wine? I swear to the Drowned God, there was wine here a moment ago. Hey, you. Did you see a servant come over here and take the wine? I need something to keep me sane.” To keep me from going postal.

   Loreza turned to the rambling man. Her brow arched as she studied him. An Iron Islander, but she wasn’t certain his name. “I’m not certain, I was not looking for wine, just something to satisfy a small hunger.” She explained, reaching for a bread roll from the basket that remained on the table. “I am certain if you desire wine, a servant will be back to refill decanters and offer more wine.” She reassured. “You seem distressed. Has something further happened?”

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crwyn:

Lady Tyrell was mostly unmoved by the queen’s death, the death of a Lannister was of no personal loss to her. However, it was disturbing to know a killer was perhaps among them in this second, maybe they were all in danger, not only of getting murdered but of getting accused of such a foul deed. She walked among the nobles, some more affected than others, everyone seemed shocked to their core though. Arwyn found the appropriate expression, she thought of her own father’s early demise, how her mother had grieved and then about how she had grieved the loss herself. Everything had changed that day. She forced herself to remember the King, and the rest of the royal family, was suffering such a day too now. There was a heaviness in the air, it was stifling and she wanted to escape it. Among the heaviness though, there was also a buzz of hysteria, it seemed as if the paranoia was as excessive as the sorrow and shock of the day. 

She was pleased to be disrupted in her restless walk when a familiar face popped up beside her. They had only be introduced a few days prior, but she respected the woman. ❝Quite, Lady Loreza,❞ she responded with a half-hearted smile. ❝Shocked, of course, but aren’t we all?❞ She let a beat of silence pass by. ❝You seem well, I am glad. It would be terribly unjust being robbed and murdered too in a matter of a few days.❞ She had briefly observed Loreza fiddle with her ring. Arwyn remembered the boy who had taken it from her, how he had run straight into her while fleeing from the scene of the crime. It had all happened inside castle walls, not far in, no, but maybe it was telling of how this horrible deed had been allowed to happen. ❝I trust the thief has not returned to bother you.❞ Perhaps it was information of worth to the Targaryen family, mayhaps the guards were not as trustworthy and loyal as they thought. ❝However, I would like you to reconsider keeping the crime secret considering what has occurred,❞ Lady Tyrell suggested hesitantly, she was still unsure whether it was necessary to bring the issue further. She recalled how unwavering Loreza had been when she asked for the incident to be kept quiet, it was doubtful she’d change her mind now. 

  Loreza should have seen the words coming. When she had requested that Arwyn not share the small crime with anyone, she had been thinking only that the child was a petty thief, a young boy who did not need a harsh punishment lain on him. She should have known the Lady Tyrell would bring the crime back to her attention, considering the circumstances. “Of course, shocked is perhaps the best word to describe how I feel. Shocked and restless.” She sighed, her eyes glancing toward the guarded doors once more. She longed to be home, with her own boys. That could have been the cause of her gentleness with her little thief. He was about the same height as her eldest boy, and she did not seek to be the cause of his anguish, even if she knew he ought to learn his lessons. 

    “Mm, it would be a terrible thing. I can only hope that those responsible do not seek to take further lives.” She agreed, listening to Arwyn’s request. She pressed her lips together, listening to her argument. It was logical, of course. With the circumstances, she should go to the guards and inform them of the thief, but she feared the repercussions would be more severe than necessary, with the worries surrounding them and the need for the Targaryen family to look strong and powerful. The last thing they needed was further crimes committed under their noses without their knowledge. 

    She hesitated, but shook her head. “He is but a boy, he surely had no part in today’s events, and I’ll not see him punished for such a small thing. He’s returned the ring and taken the scolding. I do not believe he will continue his thievery, nor do I believe the guards need the knowledge. He surely has no relation to the death of the Queen, he’s just a boy.” 

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@crwyn

   Loreza gently turned the ring on her finger around and around. It had worn smooth from such treatment for so long, but it comforted her. It had felt strange, as if a piece of her had been taken, when the ring had been stolen. It was not worth much, a ring that was beautiful but made of cheaper material. It was not the monetary worth that mattered, however, as it had been a gift from her father before he had passed. A simple ring from a man who believed himself simple--a humble lord, who desired only to offer wise counsel to his liege lord. It reminded her to be logical, to maintain her head, and without it she had felt momentarily lost. Her father would have chided her for that too, the ring did not change her duties nor her abilities. She turned the ring again anyway, thankful that it was back. 

   “Are you well, lady Arwyn?” 

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@cerions

   Loreza did not want to be in the hall any longer. Too much time had already passed and each moment she remained closed into the filled room sent nerves wrapping around her rib cage, constricting her breath like a corset. She inhaled through the nose, exhaling slowly after a few beats. She wanted to leave, to return home to Lemonwood and to her sons. Her sweet boys. Word would spread, and no doubt it would eventually make it back to her children. She did not want them to worry, she wanted to reassure them herself, but she was stuck in the damned hall. 

   The Dornish woman moved through the hall, not wanting to stay put for too long when she crossed paths with the Lannister lord. The brother to the late Queen. She did not know him, only of him, but she met him with respect, choosing not to pretend they’d not made eye contact. “Lord Lannister, is there anything that I might offer in this hour of grief?” She asked, voice soft, motherly. She couldn’t help it, though she couldn’t be more than a year or two older than him, it was in her very nature to mother those she thought would be in pain. 

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ladyelenyaa:

Her anger had subdued to an abundance of sadness and a heaviness weighing greatly on her heart. She had lost her oldest and dearest friend. Someone she trusted with everything, and Cerelle had done the same with Elenya. She had been one of the first to see her, aside from the King. Her screams of anguish and anger mixed with his as she was dragged from the room and into the great hall. Having isolated herself from everyone, she had taken to leaning against a wall - far away from everyone, but the closest she could possibly get to the doors. Footsteps alerted her to an approaching presence - something she did not want was company. “Please, I wish to be alone.” Her words were quiet, barely audible amongst the noise and the rabble of the people inhabiting the main hall.  

  Loreza’s heart wept for Elenya. While she had never known the Queen personally, she had heard the way Elenya wailed for her dearest friend. She would not wish such agony on anyone, let alone the Lady of Starfall. She had not meant to pace so close to her, but she hated feeling trapped anywhere, and she was indeed trapped in the hall. 

   She bowed her head, words soft. “Of course, I am very sorry, my Lady. Though I humbly offer my silent company if you change your mind.” 

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KAREN DAVID; announcing LOREZA! SHE is the 34 year old LADY of House DALT. We hear around court they are RESPONSIBLE, PERCEPTIVE, and INFLEXIBLE, but don’t put too much stock into rumor.

okay guys round two. i got this. I’ll be adding more information on her biography and what not eventually, but I’m 110% willing to give more/answer any questions that you have. plEASE come love this bab too, thanks. 

also read more bc it’s going to be super long per usual. 

some facts/head canons: 

-loreza was born loreza ladybright, a lady by birth though from a minor house, sworn and loyal to house martell -she grew up bouncing between her home and sunspear, as her father was wise counsel and extremely loyal to his liege lord. she loves sunspear with all her heart, and since marrying into the dalt family she’s been able to spend more time there due to the close proximity -she married the knight of the lemonwood when she was twenty two, and has since provided him two heirs (y’all if you wanna give me her husband i’ll love you forever thanks), one who is now nine (eadon) , and the other who is five (andris).  -her children are her life, she adores them more than just about anything on the planet, and since having them has become more cautious and inflexible. she just wants what’s best for her boys, and will do anything it takes to protect them and keep them safe -loreza is a fantastic mother, she’s very nurturing and perceptive to her children’s needs, but this sometimes can manifest in being very firm and strict, and her patience for those who would wish her children ill is nonexistent -she’s been known to pick up a sword herself, and has no qualms defending herself or her children if need be -like her father before her, loreza is very strategic and is willing to offer counsel to anyone who may need an ear to listen, usually she’ll keep quiet about it too -she worries about the death of the Queen, unfortunately not for the Queen’s sake, but because she knows the ground below them is about to crumble, and darkness looms, which threatens her and her family  -she is extremely loyal to the martells to this day, and has considered seeing if she may foster one of her sons in sunspear  -in king’s landing, loreza is just hoping to acquire the knowledge she needs and return to the lemonwood as soon as possible  places loreza can be found: -roaming, she’s very rarely in the same place too long, especially now that she’s not home, she doesn’t like feeling trapped in any one place, so she’s often on the move -the kitchens, what can she say? it’s good for gossip and cakes -outside, especially anywhere near the stables or anywhere she might find music, she truly loves the sound of a bard, and though she’s not yet found herself in less than shady establishments to hear their pub songs, she is lured to sweet voices and songs that make her cry possible plots/connections/things:  -I’d of course love any relationships with those from Dorne, (Martells, Daynes, all of them, pls give me all of the relationships) -I’d love for a confidant or friendship to be formulated in kings landing, perhaps in an unexpected situation or with a shared experience (like witnessing something, I’m not sure) -a close friend to her husband who she’s grateful for finding again in kings landing, as it’s someone she feels she can confide in, especially with worries about being away from her sons for much longer -other ladies who she can befriend, honestly just give me all the friendships -rivals and enemies because everyone needs those, maybe someone who thinks she may be an easy target because she married in to a knightly house, who knows friends just give me the tenSIONS  -Someone she can mother!! please!!! she loves to mother people  -someone who can mother HER too though tbh, like give me someone who gets her out of her own head and helps her to let go of anxieties for like .2 seconds thank you +900 other plots, please guys just message me I’ll talk your ears off 

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I’ve been locked in a dungeon and jewelry box. I’ve been engaged to my eleven-year-old cousin. I’ve spent the better part of two years in the same outfit. I am getting my happy ending!