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can you please leave me alone I need a minute to be diabolical in my room alone
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 / for @stagborn
it takes alester a moment to convince himself he is not in some sort of unreachable dream state. so many nights has he spent alone, yet in a faraway place in his mind, tucked safely away in another’s arms, with all thoughts of marriages and ruling pushed aside. because with cedrik, when they found time to visit one another after meeting those years ago, it was never about politics - it was never about how their houses could benefit each other, though money had been given to the baratheons from the tyrells. for alester, it was only ever his feelings for the other. it was only ever the love he grew to learn he had, though at first he adamantly denied himself the pleasure of feeling it.
but as all good things do, alester supposes, it ended. cedrik’s father died, leaving him ruling lord, and then he had lost his wife too. and though the lord would come to highgarden for business, alester saw and heard less of him, though the two still exchanged letters - but after suffering the loss of both of his own parents, alester and cedrik’s communication lessened a great deal more.
but now, by chance, alester is mere feet from the baratheon lord, and his heart is bound to leap from his chest at any moment. he inches forward, willing himself not to shout out the other’s name to grab his attention - and it’s now that he feels lucky lucky that they are not alone, that there are a few other visitors bustling through the corridor, lest alester react in a way he could not take back. the letter he had received from cedrik containing vaguely scribbled words about a betrothal races through his memory, and he recalls the heartbreak as if it were yesterday.
“ cedrik ? ” he cannot be more formal than that; he thinks doing so might kill him. he waits for the other to turn around, and stifles a noise in his throat when he sees his face. “ i ... it has been a long while. ” a long pause, and alester hopes to the seven his eyes are not at glassy as they feel. “ how are you ? ” he then he adds, perhaps too quickly, perhaps with too much feeling: “ how is your betrothed ? ”
dcvildeal ( eryn hightower )
❛ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 / 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘓 ⋅ @brokenstarters
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 whilst filling the room with warmth to fight cold northern air , pleasing its only beholder . borderlining a distasteful irony , eryn hightower would carry ice in her hair & a glacier behind blue stare - - and yet , have the breath smacked from her lungs as the gelid weather would hung on her shoulders as a punishment . the southern woman , albeit kissed by the winter , wasn’t made to ungrundgingly endure the biting cold , after all .
against such truth , jaw was clenched to prevent a sigh and eryn moved her chair a bit closer to the fire : a lifetime would be needed before she could get used to the north and its characteristic weather - - and upon hearing steps approaching from behind , nevertheless , the hightower spoke under the same frozen conception . “ if you feel like sharing the fireplace … please , join me . however , if you had hopes on having it for yourself , be conscious that i will fight you for it . ”
there is something unmistakably different about the north, to that of alester’s southern home. the people are quite different, to be sure ... but the weather, of course, is the first thing that comes to mind - it is always the first thing on his mind when he steps out of the variable warmth of the carriage and into the frigidness of the northern kingdom, clad only in the warmest of the southern robes, which are no match at all to the wind known only to the north. even still, alester knows ( fears, really ) that their stay in the north might not be a short one, and he’s determined to get used to it while he can. who knows - if there is some sort of treaty made between the kings, perhaps alester will find himself in winterfell more often. but part of him hopes not.
an extended walk outside is all the ruling lord can manage today; but with no blooming gardens like he's accustomed to, his walk isn't a long one. so it's soon that he’s hurrying back inside, to seek warmth wherever he can find it. the first place he finds is occupied, but the chill in his bones and the frost on his robes cause him to rather forget his manners. it is only after the lady speaks that he replies, bowing down in respect. “ my apologies, my lady, i did not even think to ask if i could join you. but fret not, for i am not here for thievery ! i expect i’m here for the same reason as you - to get away from the damned cold. ” he pauses, and continues with a greeting and a small smile. “ alester tyrell - a pleasure. ”
tvrgarycn ( aeragon )
the king found himself strolling through winterfell in search of nothing in particular. head held high as he strode down the stone halls, glancing by at closed doors or into open rooms. the dark fur cloak around his shoulders flowed elegantly behind him, just barely skimming the floor. he held it tighter around his body when he found his way outside. there was no snow falling, but by how cold and crisp the air was he was certain that it would start any second now.
he moved silently past workers or other people moving about the keep. eyes glancing to them briefly, giving a few nods in greeting as he passed to those he knew and ones who had done the same to him. most of them, though, were northerners and he ignored their cold daggers for eyes. surely the southern king wasn’t quite welcome after recent events, but aeragon didn’t let that bother him. he found himself walking up one of the stairs to where he could look out at the vast land outside of the keep. shifting the fur cloak around his shoulders a bit he stood there, taking in the sight of the north… a moment of peace.
a fleeting moment as footsteps were heard coming up the stairs to his right, but aeragon made no motion to look at who was coming. instead he waited to see if the person would move past him or join him. they stopped near him and he glanced over briefly before letting his gaze rest back out at the land. ❛ quite a sight, isn’t it? ❜ it was beautiful. all of westeros was beautiful with each of it’s little quirks depending where you were. ❛ i just want to take a horse out there and gallop free. ❜
open starter. @brokenstarters
upon arriving in the south, jaehaerys has felt as though he is a sore thumb adorned upon the hand of the deceased northern king. everyone who is loyal to this land seems, at least to the prince, to believe he or his family is somehow responsible for the late stark’s passing - and there are few things jaehaerys dislikes more than accusations, especially those that are false and unfounded.
as much as he feels distrust follow him wherever he treads, the targaryen prince knows it to be all the more reason to walk carefully among grounds of those who are not his friends. but still he walks, listening and talking only when spoken to in short replies that give nothing away - always listening, never giving. it was his usual habit, and in unfamiliar land he certainly isn’t changing. he’s walking and attempting to find something to learn, and perhaps even something good enough to remember for later, when he spots his brother. immediately jaehaerys makes his way over to the king, and listens intently as the other speaks.
“ to ride freely upon unfamiliar and untrusted land, without friend nor protection by your side ? my brother, you would return full of frozen arrows - if you returned at all. ” it’s said with a low chuckle, though the meaning of his words are dark. we are not trusted here. “ have you not sensed our misplacement here, my brother ? do you really feel so comfortable in the home of the northern king ? ”
Taron Egerton as Robin of Loxley
I don’t wanna get involved in the drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @dcvildeal ( 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 )
JAEHAERYS HAS ALWAYS THRIVED UPON being the ears of any room. the eyes as well, though they are deceiving. the ears, however ? they discover whispers, decipher secrets, and gain knowledge that opens doors that may have been previously closed. but for the prince, there is something calming about lingering close to those who speak of important things, and entering the conversation only when he thinks it will be of some benefit. being in the north is certainly no exception - in fact, jaehaerys has been on high alert ever since arriving, and has scarcely even slept in favor of gaining every inch of high ground he can ... both for himself, and for his brother. and so when the prince finds an audience with the king himself ? jaehaerys is positively vibrating with not excitement, but rather the endless possibilities such a conversation could uncover. when face-to-face with theon, jaehaerys bows his head in greeting - though it’s nearly unnoticeable. “ it is a pleasure to finally meet you, ” says the prince, and he’s careful to keep titles off his lips. “ you are a very difficult man to gain an audience with, though i’m glad to finally have it. would you care to sit ? ”
ncblesoul / rodrick.
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺: open ! 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: winterfell , utp ! 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮: @brokenstarters !
𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 deny that he was , with perhaps too much gusto , but he wasn’t hiding , not truly . in fact , he’d been out & about around the winterfell keep with others , however as sun droops downward , blanketing the northern realm in a cold darkness , rodrick found himself in the company of his own horse , a gift as a young man that had become a constant in his life . it wasn’t that he didn’t trust the master of horse , because he did , but being that the horse was his own , he felt it was his own duty to look after the stead , as he had for years prior . so no , the ruling lord of the west was not hiding , merely taking in the quiet as he brushed down the almost black horse , his hands gentle as he stroked at the beast , whispering soft words as he moved around , ignorant to the world outside the stable opening , it wasn’t until the horse nipped at his fingertips that he realised he had company . ❝ you ruddy thing , i’ll get you something when i’m done , no need to take a chunk out of my hand , you beast . ❞ his hand pulls back , thumb running over the tips as if to soothe a wound that one could not see before he’s turning , startled almost in his step before he offers a smile in lieu of greeting .
WHILE ALESTER WAS NOT ONE to dwell upon things in the past, the ruling lord could not help but allow his mind short wanderings of things long passed. with his father not long dead, and his mother not long after he, alester has been left wondering what his place is without them. while he knows it is as ruling lord, and he knows he must try and make them proud, his reputation and instincts are doing him no favors in the matter. not to mention, of course, his brash ( and far too quick ) decision making regarding his own engagement, based solely on his own sore heart. it’s because of these thoughts that he finds himself leaving the crowds and seeking somewhere quieter, lest he do something he will regret - such as plant a punch on another noble’s jaw. he finds himself wandering near the stables, though he’s anything but a horseman himself, and tries not to laugh when he sees another get nibbled by one. “ my apologies, ” he chuckles, failing to hide a smile as he approaches. “ is ... is the creature hungry ? should you not feed it, if so ? it might take your hand, next time ... ”
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the courts offer bread and salt to JAEHAERYS TARGARYEN of HOUSE TARGARYEN. many say that the TWENTY - SEVEN year old PRINCE of THE SOUTHERN KINGDOM is known to be HIGH - MINDED and LONGANIMOUS, though ill tongues whisper that HE is CIRCUMSPECT and MACHIAVELLIAN. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of a deeply rooted desire to polish the tarnished silver of an ancient name , an avidity to rule when such a want is all for naught , the leather bound history books telling tales of a time long past & the shadowed murmurs of a second son. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.
the courts offer bread and salt to ALESTER TYRELL of HOUSE TYRELL. many say that the TWENTY - NINE year old RULING LORD of HIGHGARDEN is known to be VEHEMENT and LYRICAL, though ill tongues whisper that HE is BELLICOSE and SELF - INDULGENT. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of an invariable rage boiling just beneath the surface that is aways ready to be unleashed , all of the finest silks and robes attainable , the sweetest delicacies known to the realm & the heaviness of a brand new responsibility that weighs more than ever expected. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.