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Change the Prophecy: with @myrielle-of-goldengrove

It was rare for Oscar to feel nervous when speaking with a girl. Unlike his friends who often bragged about winning hearts but blushed and stammered whenever the object of their affection or a particularly pretty woman came near, Oscar had never been intimidated in the same way. It had accidentally gotten him in trouble a few times, his confidence and easy conversations causing a girl to develop feelings he would never be able to return. Now though, Oscar’s nerves were running wild. There were no etiquette books written on how to introduce yourself to someone who you wanted to play out a fake courtship with. Ultimately though, he reminded himself they wanted the same thing: freedom to make their own choices and a partner willing to give them that freedom. Surely, there was some common ground to be found between them.

Oscar gathered his confidence and approached Myrielle with a smile, wondering what Lady Sabitha had told her, if she had told Myrielle anything about him at all. “Hello, I’m Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully. It’s nice to meet you, my lady,” he said, his nerves pushing him towards the familiar scripts he had uttered all his life when faced with situations where he didn’t quite know what to say. “It’s a lovely day. I quite like the Twins, but I visited Highgarden recently and I thought it was beautiful. Perhaps it was simply where I visited, but I had never seen happier or more vibrant people. Have you been enjoying your time there?” Moments after he had left Highgarden, Oscar had yearned to go back. It did cheer his heart to think he could visit more often if he and Myrielle decided to establish a fake courtship.

He paused, unsure how to continue the conversation. It wasn’t like he could simply come out and say he had no interest in women. Well, he supposed he could but it was something he’d never dared say aloud to anyone. Everyone who knew had simply figured it out in one way or another. “My father is trying to force me to marry, but a traditional marriage doesn’t appeal to me. I heard that you felt a similar way?” Oscar asked. “If I were to have a wife, I would want to be friends, hopefully even close friends, but nothing more.”

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Her sister Olene had once told her that love grows slowly; like a castle, one most build it brick by brick, with their own hands, at their own pace. "Some people fall in love the moment they eyes meet, other need more time for their romance to blossom". Her sister Clarice had been lucky; her marriage for love had left her standing as the most powerful lady in the Reach, but it also made her a widow. Myrielle received her family's scraps; an heir Princess Rhaena rejected, a boy with a good heart but a horrible family name, errand knights and errand boys; her mother had even considered sending her to the Faith if she kept refusing everyone she proposed, although both of them knew it wasn't going to truly happen.

Myrielle understood her mother's schemes, their family was well connected; if she got a Lord Paramount for one daughter, now she aspires to reach even higher. Her mother would get her in a Prince's bed soon enough, but Myrielle didn't wish to live at court, far away from her friends and family. She bites her lips, the needlework for Lady Sam's wedding dress wasn't enough distraction from her own thoughts. Myrielle planned on staying far away from the funeral chaos and instead sew in peace next to the river. « Politics will never leave me in peace, isn't it? » She was ready to scare one more suitor, she ignored —or more realistically, faked to ignore— the words that came from the boy's mouth.

Highgarden. Now Myrielle finally raised her gaze to meet Oscar's eyes. « Did I meet him? I don't remember him. » A son —even a second son— from any great house would be welcome into Highgarden with the highest of honors; a banquet in his honor as emissary of his family. « No, I'd remember him. » Oscar didn't visit their home as a guest, he must had made it as traveler. A traveler she definitely saw as she sang for her sister's court and let the people dance their hearts out, a traveler she now remembered.

—A man with no interest in marriage is a odd thing to hear. Has my sister already tried to sell me of to you? Our she proposed to your brother instead? —Myriella had her doubts about his honesty. « He doesn't look eager for a marriage, but he could be lying nonetheless. » Myrielle had sneaked and read Clarice's letters. Her sister had used marriage talks as a cover for her very obvious relationship with her "pen pal". So she wasn't sure if the talks had actually happened at all.

Oscar would not be the first man she would scare away, and definitely won't be the last. Myrielle was committed, above all things, to her art. She would no renounced it, especially not for a mere promise.

—Any husband of mine most look presentable at all and any times, as I visit a lot of castles for my work. A work I don't intend to leave behind. If we are to join, you must agree we'll visit Highgarden, as well as Goldengrove, Oldtown, Bitterbridge and the Shield Islands. You said you only wish to be friends, so how do you plan to live if I stay the whole year in my homeland? I do not wish to rot surrounded by mudd and dirt. Would you truly renounce your home for me? —Myrielle looked down at Oscar, the mourning period for the late Lord forced everyone into boring dark clothes, so she couldn't truly judge his sense of fashion. She made the guess he'd prioritize function over looks. « I could design something that fits him well. » She had designed for her father and her brothers, and Myrielle could use a new test subject. « His boots are dirty. » Everyone in the Riverlands was doomed to have dirty shoes, the weather would not allow it any other way. She was being incongruous with her observation as she herself also had dirty slippers, but hers were hidden behind her kirtle. Still, she was an educated lady and the most proper thing would be to flatter him as he flatter her home.— I must say your hair looks impeccable even in the dire situation this household is suffering. I do applaud a man that takes care of himself.

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Oscar paused, unsure if it would be wise to reveal who had proposed Myrielle to him as a potential marriage option. He didn’t want to upset Lady Sabitha by revealing something that was meant to stay only between the two of them. Finally though, Oscar decided on telling the truth. No relationship built on a lie would ever last, even a marriage of convenience. “It was actually Lady Sabitha who suggested we may be suited for each other. As far as I know, my brother has heard nothing of this, though he would be glad to hear of it. My father has been pressuring him to find a match for me as I imagine your mother has been pressuring your sister to find a match for you.” He might be assuming too much, but Lady Selyse Rowan’s matchmaking prowess was famous throughout Westeros. Oscar couldn’t imagine she wasn’t looking for the best possible match she could find for Myrielle and using Clarice’s position as Regent of HIghgarden to help her find someone she deemed suitable.

“I would never ask you to leave your passions behind,” Oscar said earnestly. “I would want freedom for both of us to do as we wished. If that means you prioritizing your business and traveling the Seven Kingdoms for it, then I would support you in that. I wouldn’t abandon my homeland entirely, but there is no law that says a husband and wife must be side by side at all times. It will cause whispers, but people already whisper about me.” Oscar could never imagine leaving the Riverlands entirely behind. He had too many plans for the future of his region and his house he refused to abandon, but he didn’t see why he and Myrielle couldn’t come to some sort of agreement about their travel arrangements. Oscar had always enjoyed traveling and seeing new places, so it wouldn’t be a hardship for him to travel often. “I can’t promise that I am the most stylish man in the Seven Kingdoms, but I’ve always felt it’s important to represent my house well through my clothes when the occasion calls for it. I am glad you like my hair. Apparently, it is Tully's most remembered feature so it’s important it looks good.”

Oscar could already tell Myrielle cared greatly for her image, though perhaps that was unsurprising due to her passion for clothing. That made him somewhat anxious this arrangement wouldn’t work out between them. Physically, Oscar had never heard any complaints about how he presented himself but his reputation was hardly free from scandal and he doubted that would ever change. Even if he were to get married, he didn’t want to restrict his chance to find love and though he hardly wanted to acknowledge it, that would also inevitably bring rumors if he was seen to often be in the company of one particular man. “I would never purposely bring scandal to our door, but I’m afraid my situation in life might cause it to arise anyway. I understand if that’s not something you would want. I would want to offer freedom for us both, but I’m afraid that would come with some level of judgement no matter what we do. People tend to hate what is unconventional.” He paused and gave Myrielle a shy smile. “Of course, we don’t have to decide anything today. We can get to know each other and if we decide we can’t stand each other, we can part with nothing lost.”

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Myrielle's posture embraced stiffness, she was ready to hear the words once again; her sister Clarice was searching to give her away for the hundredth time. She was ready to reject her sister's judgment. Perhaps too eager as she looked at Oscar with cold courtesy.

—The widow? —The answer left her speechless. Lady Frey was a newly-widow expecting, in the middle of her mourning period with a brother in law who wanted to take the regency away from her hands. « Why is she trying to help me in a time like this? Who uses funerals for betrothas? » It made no sense. Her eyes looked at her own embroidery before meeting Oscar's gaze once again. He had decided to talk to Myrielle herself first, it wasn't something she had expected. A satisfied smile formed in her lips. —That's very thoughtful of her. I'm honored. —Myrielle finally offered a place by her side on the bench, their conversation lasted long enough that it was slowly becoming rude not to do it.— Is your father so insistent too? I heard Lord Tully was abed often... I thought he wouldn't have the time to arrenge such thing for you.

A marriage surrounded by whispers was very likely for her. Myrielle's ambitions for herself were always higher than the expected behavior from a Lady. She didn't care, she was always ready to tactfully insult anyone who dismissed her work. Her own possible groom included. Oscar didn't show such hostility. A breath of fresh air in the long list of disappointments Myrielle had in her search for a betrothal. The whispers around the court were often exaggerated tales to people's entertainment, but there was one about Oscar she was truly worried about.

—People whisper you have a tendency to punch instead of talking. Should I expect to be treated like the stable boys in Riverrrun and received a black eye too?

Myrielle had no desire to marry a violent man, regardless of the circumstances, she was an avid advocate for slow and meticulous downfalls from grace. « Ruining someone's reputation is bloodless. Way more effective at keeping one's hands clean. »

The prospect of traveling unbothered and alone was something worthy of contemplating. Myrielle traveled with her brothers as chaperones, but as a married woman she'd no longer be obligated to listen to Gyles during her journeys ever again.

—It's alright. You will soon outshine everyone in this place in no time. I have delightful news! —Myrielle had always been a very dramatic announcer, for her family's enjoyment and dread. She tossed her fabric into Oscar's chest without warning.— Something not even Lady Sam or my Lady-mother or even my sister Clarice and her pen pal know. —She got extremly closed to Oscar, so she stepped back for a second.— I shall invent something revolutionary! I'm calling it... changeable silk! I've discover that threading silk from warp and weft yarns of two or more colours produces an iridescent appearance. I have my test fabrics on Goldengrove, but once I perfect my technic not even the Queen herself shall be prepared for a gown that changes colors. I suppose.. I could lend you a little bit of my fabric. After I finish impressing all the noble ladies with my talent, of course.

Oscar seemed increasingly dull. His words were sober, natural when the castle was grieving. Myrielle didn't see anything unconventional on the man next to her, but she understood aperences could be deceiving. She nodded at his words. "We can part with nothing lost". It was something that comfort her.

—Everyone knows about my aspirations, I tend to scream about them to everyone who is willing or unwilling to hear me. But I found myself not knowing what do you expect from your life? From a younger sibling to another, there most be some common ground we can found.

#wrathful when provoked.— thread #w.— oscar tully

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Change the Prophecy: with @myrielle-of-goldengrove

It was rare for Oscar to feel nervous when speaking with a girl. Unlike his friends who often bragged about winning hearts but blushed and stammered whenever the object of their affection or a particularly pretty woman came near, Oscar had never been intimidated in the same way. It had accidentally gotten him in trouble a few times, his confidence and easy conversations causing a girl to develop feelings he would never be able to return. Now though, Oscar’s nerves were running wild. There were no etiquette books written on how to introduce yourself to someone who you wanted to play out a fake courtship with. Ultimately though, he reminded himself they wanted the same thing: freedom to make their own choices and a partner willing to give them that freedom. Surely, there was some common ground to be found between them.

Oscar gathered his confidence and approached Myrielle with a smile, wondering what Lady Sabitha had told her, if she had told Myrielle anything about him at all. “Hello, I’m Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully. It’s nice to meet you, my lady,” he said, his nerves pushing him towards the familiar scripts he had uttered all his life when faced with situations where he didn’t quite know what to say. “It’s a lovely day. I quite like the Twins, but I visited Highgarden recently and I thought it was beautiful. Perhaps it was simply where I visited, but I had never seen happier or more vibrant people. Have you been enjoying your time there?” Moments after he had left Highgarden, Oscar had yearned to go back. It did cheer his heart to think he could visit more often if he and Myrielle decided to establish a fake courtship.

He paused, unsure how to continue the conversation. It wasn’t like he could simply come out and say he had no interest in women. Well, he supposed he could but it was something he’d never dared say aloud to anyone. Everyone who knew had simply figured it out in one way or another. “My father is trying to force me to marry, but a traditional marriage doesn’t appeal to me. I heard that you felt a similar way?” Oscar asked. “If I were to have a wife, I would want to be friends, hopefully even close friends, but nothing more.”

myrielle-goldenthread

Her sister Olene had once told her that love grows slowly; like a castle, one most build it brick by brick, with their own hands, at their own pace. "Some people fall in love the moment they eyes meet, other need more time for their romance to blossom". Her sister Clarice had been lucky; her marriage for love had left her standing as the most powerful lady in the Reach, but it also made her a widow. Myrielle received her family's scraps; an heir Princess Rhaena rejected, a boy with a good heart but a horrible family name, errand knights and errand boys; her mother had even considered sending her to the Faith if she kept refusing everyone she proposed, although both of them knew it wasn't going to truly happen.

Myrielle understood her mother's schemes, their family was well connected; if she got a Lord Paramount for one daughter, now she aspires to reach even higher. Her mother would get her in a Prince's bed soon enough, but Myrielle didn't wish to live at court, far away from her friends and family. She bites her lips, the needlework for Lady Sam's wedding dress wasn't enough distraction from her own thoughts. Myrielle planned on staying far away from the funeral chaos and instead sew in peace next to the river. « Politics will never leave me in peace, isn't it? » She was ready to scare one more suitor, she ignored —or more realistically, faked to ignore— the words that came from the boy's mouth.

Highgarden. Now Myrielle finally raised her gaze to meet Oscar's eyes. « Did I meet him? I don't remember him. » A son —even a second son— from any great house would be welcome into Highgarden with the highest of honors; a banquet in his honor as emissary of his family. « No, I'd remember him. » Oscar didn't visit their home as a guest, he must had made it as traveler. A traveler she definitely saw as she sang for her sister's court and let the people dance their hearts out, a traveler she now remembered.

—A man with no interest in marriage is a odd thing to hear. Has my sister already tried to sell me of to you? Our she proposed to your brother instead? —Myriella had her doubts about his honesty. « He doesn't look eager for a marriage, but he could be lying nonetheless. » Myrielle had sneaked and read Clarice's letters. Her sister had used marriage talks as a cover for her very obvious relationship with her "pen pal". So she wasn't sure if the talks had actually happened at all.

Oscar would not be the first man she would scare away, and definitely won't be the last. Myrielle was committed, above all things, to her art. She would no renounced it, especially not for a mere promise.

—Any husband of mine most look presentable at all and any times, as I visit a lot of castles for my work. A work I don't intend to leave behind. If we are to join, you must agree we'll visit Highgarden, as well as Goldengrove, Oldtown, Bitterbridge and the Shield Islands. You said you only wish to be friends, so how do you plan to live if I stay the whole year in my homeland? I do not wish to rot surrounded by mudd and dirt. Would you truly renounce your home for me? —Myrielle looked down at Oscar, the mourning period for the late Lord forced everyone into boring dark clothes, so she couldn't truly judge his sense of fashion. She made the guess he'd prioritize function over looks. « I could design something that fits him well. » She had designed for her father and her brothers, and Myrielle could use a new test subject. « His boots are dirty. » Everyone in the Riverlands was doomed to have dirty shoes, the weather would not allow it any other way. She was being incongruous with her observation as she herself also had dirty slippers, but hers were hidden behind her kirtle. Still, she was an educated lady and the most proper thing would be to flatter him as he flatter her home.— I must say your hair looks impeccable even in the dire situation this household is suffering. I do applaud a man that takes care of himself.

#wrathful when provoked.— thread #w.— oscar tully

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