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crowncds; ashara dayne.
SC / MARTELL , SOFINA. @ofmythcs
she wasn’t here for some lannister king . out of respect for the house , perhaps , or more out of duty , but for her , he was not her king . dayne was a vassal of martell , had been for centuries and even though young she was , ashara never claimed the lannisters as rulers , she had one ruler . sofina martell wasn’t a queen , but if anyone should be a monarch it was the R I G H T F U L family . not some poison blooded rats . and both targaryen and lannister were still nothing but in her eyes . ‘ princess . ’ ashara greeted , dipping low for a moment before offering the dark haired woman a smile .
IF MANY MOONS ago , one asked sofina how she felt about the coronation , she’d give a flippant shrug. matters of king’s landing hardly concerned them in their dornish paradise. but , an uncharacteristically large smile is on her face as she returns the greeting , “ and how are you on this fine day , ashara ? isn’t the weather here nice ? ” it was far more typical to see a stoic , uninterested glare on her resting features , but after a fateful encounter with the king , she was far more chipper than usual.
ofhonvrs; eyan martell.
“luckily i’m an arryn and i’d very much rather fall through the moon door,” he added with a solemn nod of his head, although the smile never left his lips. he could never get annoyed when vera brought the subject up, knowing that she would mostly be teasing and not actually trying to make him feel bad for pushing his marriage back like most of the family did. “we’re aiming for never.”
“ YOU’RE SO DRAMATIC , ” she laughs. vera sometimes wished she inherited the gene that made her as easy-going as her uncle -- funny , and sociable , and agreeable. unfortunately , fate planned for otherwise. “ i almost pity the girl. she would’ve been better marrying into another house. ”
mormnt; sansa mormont.
❛❛ WELL, I DON’T. ❜❜ SHE COULDN’T help but roll her eyes and cross her arms. ❛❛ i’m no southern lady. if i was back home i’d be training with my father’s knights or be out riding. ❜❜ there was no gossiping or galavanting through the flowers to be had on bear island. at least not for her. the wilderness on the island always called to her, summoning her out of the keep and into the woods, normally on horseback, no matter how cold the air was. ❛❛ i’d like to get out of this castle. the walls are suffocating, wouldn’t you say? ❜❜ there was an entire city beyond the red keep and beyond that woods full of game for hunting. and yet here they remained. ❛❛ surely there must be better places to explore than these halls. ❜
“ I MIGHT KNOW a place you could find adventure , ” he says , a grin forming on his face. would the crew castrate him for bringing a lady onboard to impress her ? more likely than you might think. “ i’m heading out of the castle. you could tag along if you wish. ” he rests a hand on his hip , brow raised to emphasis the seriousness of his offer. “ we won’t be on horseback , but if you simply want a change of scenery... ” he gives a shrug.
lionbcorn; cyrelle lannister.
Cyrelle touched her fingers delicately to her clavicle, as if she were surprised and as if that were the first time she had heard heard such a compliment. “You are too kind My Lady, thank you. I try my best” Cyrelle kept her eyes focused on the girl however, unyeilding and almost too bright in the dim light of the Great Hall. “Do you think th Red Keep is a justifiable destination?” she asked, arching a blonde brow “-surely, if not, the coronation of a King is an event you can not miss My Lady.”
SOFINA IS SURE that the eldest princess is a pleasant person to some degree , but , the young noble still feels unsettled. the entire interaction feels too syrupy -- too sweet. while sofina suspects that there might be barb to those words , she smiles regardless. “ it all bleeds into one another. if this answers it , i am very glad to have come along with my family. ”
lionmade; eliar lannister.
PART OF HIM CAN FEEL IT , the slight pull of his chest - towards sofina , as if they are both end of magnets , attracting each other through an uncontrollable and unexplainable pull . the OTHER part of him , however , is as hesitant as always with his own desires and feelings . is a king allowed to fall in love ? “ ‘tis how i grew up as well . my mother would always find things for us to do , rather then venture out - she placed a brush into my hand and i never let it go . ” eliar’s lips threaten the shape a smile , though it comes as no surprise . he can think of no reason o visit her home other than the chance to see her , but he doesn’t say so . “ i would be delighted to see more of it one day , ” is his quietly spoken response , his heart skips a beat . “ until then , however - perhaps i could show you my new home , in the meantime ? ”
AT THE ROOT of it , sofina is lonely. something tells her that the crown prince is as well. see , she has her brothers , and her ladies , but at the end of the day , there is no betrothed. there is no one to fill that one gap. with eliar , the hole doesn’t seem so perilous. it’s as if she feels a connection between the two of them -- like a bridge. her eyes twinkle as he speaks. “ that’s beautiful , ” she says. sofina thinks better than to tell him that she grows up with a sword in her hand. although women fight , that was not her persona. right now , she is pretty and delicate and fears callouses. anything else would surely scare him off. “ i think that nothing would make me happier than to remain in your company , your grace.. ”
bludlusts; sylas stark.
a chill in the air made sylas wonder if this was perhaps a bad idea. well, not a bad one. just one that could be seen under devious intentions. which he didn’t have, right? he motioned for her to walk, trying to keep a respectful distance while he did so. she was promised to someone by now, she had to be. ’ i’ve heard the gardens are beautiful. and i believe, a popular space for people to talk. or so i’ve been told. ’ he grinned as he spoke, like he couldn’t help it with her, and clasped his hands behind his back. ’ it seems silly to ask, but how have you been? i’m curious to know. ’
VERA TUCKS HER book into the crook of her arm as they begin to walk. taking note of the distance sylas has put between them -- she tries not to let her disappointment show. he must have a betrothed. or , he’s simply uninterested in her. the latter is likely the reason , but it stings none the less. silly , idealistic girl. in an attempt to push through it , she smiles a bit wider. laughs. “ hardly so , ” she says with a shake of her head. “ i’ve been alright. little has changed about me other than my height and the number of siblings i have. ”
bludlusts; #1 dad
closed for @ofmythcs !
there was one in place in the entire land that rickon knew he would find his daughter. the alcoves all around the castle were perfect for sitting in with a book which meant he just had to walk till he found one that had enough sunlight that would please vera. walking up behind her, he looked over her shoulder to read the words on the page. ’ you know that if you spend so much time reading, you’ll forget to experience real life around you, birdy. ’ it felt like it’d been weeks since he properly got to talk to his daughter, ’ feel like lunch with your father? ’
THE GIRL STARTLES as she realizes someone hovers behind her -- nearly dropping the book. vera turns swiftly over her shoulder , relaxing only once she realizes it’s her father. “ you scared me , ” she accuses. but , in truth , she’d be scared by her own shadow if she thought it snuck up on her. her eyes light up at her father’s offer ( she loves spending time with her family ) , but her shoulders fall as she remembers the book wedged between her hands. “ could i just finish this chapter -- ? ” vera gestures to book , then realizes she’s lost her spot in its thick pages. she gives a sigh , disappointed in herself , as she shakes her head. “ i’ll find it later , ” she dismisses , rising from where she sits to loop arms with her father. “ there’s nothing i would like more. ”
ichorrisen; milf $$
her daughter’s concern is endearing, of this marinah would never be uncertain. though perhaps one day still she may be convinced that her mother was the last thing she needed to worry about. ❝ what am i meant to do, then ? sit around until this little one arrives ? ❞ it’s asked teasingly, with a gentle pat to her abdomen. vera’s excitement is contagious, however, smile widening as she clasped her hand in her own free one and gave it a gentle squeeze. ❝ yes ? how about today ? the merchants offer such eccentric wares. perhaps we can find something as pretty as you, a keepsake of our time here. ❞
“ I WOULD PREFER that , ” vera answers with a cheeky smile. although it’s apparently unrealistic to ask her mother to rest , it’s worth a try. “ i’d like my newest little sister to be serene and well-rested when she finally arrives. ” god knows they could hardly handle another aidin. “ today ? ” she parrots. “ this very moment ? ” as if running a diagnostic in her head , it’s only after great thought does vera finally nod. “ yes , alright. it is a plan. ”
xashagreyjoyx; asha greyjoy.
Asha wasn’t exactly the best when it came to dealing with children. Back on the Iron Isles, the only time she had to deal with them was when they came to train, to learn how to sail, it was all professional, they saw her as their ruling lady, they had nothing but respect for her. Asha smiled slightly and nodded. “Four? A big boy already. You know, I started training when I was about that age.” With her father, she’ll never forget the first time he took her to the harbor or when he put a sword in her hand. “Aren’t the youngest always the worse?” She said with a chuckle. Asha was a little taken back when the boy offered his hand to her as well, this was definitely something she wasn’t used to. Still, she moved her hand towards him and grabbed it gently.
HIS EYES WIDEN as asha mentions training and immediately , vera notices the cogs moving in his little brain. aidin quickly looks to vera -- pleading. seven hells. she gives a shake of her head. “ i’m sure if there where anywhere to sail in vale , he'd follow in your daring footsteps. on the iron islands , is that typical ? to start sailing so young ? ” although she speaks to asha , the patient explanation is also meant for aidin’s perked ears. he pouts. with her free hand , she goes to poke him in the forehead. “ actually , he’s the youngest for now. our mother is currently pregnant , but i can’t imagine anyone being worse than him. ” aidin sticks his tongue out , but the boy looks perfectly content sandwiched between them as they stroll along.
ofhonvrs; eyan arryn.
eyes rolled at the mention of highgarden. his dislike towards the fact that he was betrothed to their lady was well-known within his family, and he had complained about it to vera more times than he could count. “and now you have made me feel glad that we’re in king’s landing,” he retorted with a dramatic sigh before gentling nudging his niece. “death by smelling too much flowers. what a wonderful way to go, aye?”
“ IF YOU’RE A tyrell , sure. ” her smile is mischievous as she nudges him back. the two of them had always been close. despite being her uncle , he had been far closer to her age than her father’s whilst they were growing up. “ remind me, when will you two finally wed ? ”
prayersbound; annalys stark.
THERE’S A BRIEF CHUCKLE THAT escapes at her question. ❝ as fair as to be expected for such a long journey. ❞ there’s something in the young lady that reminds her of her own daughter. it tugs on the strings of her heart so lightly but enough for annalys to propose a smile. ❝ besides the smell, how are you faring ? surely king’s landing is feeding into the curiosities of the youth. i know it has for my own children. ❞
HER EYES WIDEN -- the lady’s inquiry gone from her mind. only one thing manages to process in her head. “ sylas is here ? “ excitement over rules manners for this brief moment. when it crashes on her , hurriedly , she continues , “ i mean -- sylas and rowena are here ? ” perhaps her siblings won’t be her only company.
ichorrisen; #1 mom
❝ as it is supposed to. the air here is far too … harsh, i suppose is the word. it astounds me that they manage to become used to such a scent. ❞ perhaps she shouldn’t have been so brash with her eldest, but there was very little she kept from her. opinions included. ❝ you know i do not mind standing. ❞ there is the softest of sighs as her daughter shifts from her seat, despite how adamant she was about taking care of herself. still, though, marinah heeded her request and motioned to the space beside her. ❝ do join me, won’t you ? there is room for two here. ❞ a look of consideration crossed her features, smile widening at the explanation. ❝ if you’d like a change of scenery, perhaps we could arrange a trip into king’s landing. i don’t know about riveting, but you are the one that chose the text, not i, my dear. ❞
VERA CAN’T HELP but be protective over her mother. it’s part of her personality to worry and fret over the smallest of things. that included her pregnant mother walking around like she wasn’t pregnant. only at her request does vera join her on the small bench. but even then , she places herself on the edge , leaving a considerable amount of room for her mother. “ yes , but i mind you standing. ” at the suggestion , her eyes widen , puppy-ish and full of excitement. “ please ! oh , i would love that so much. ”
ironcladsz; drogon targaryen.
Drogon turned and for a man so large, he was oddly graceful in the way he moved. When he spied the girl, the Targaryen Lord bowed low with a hand pressed to his sternum. “My Lady.” When he rose up again, he was smiling gently. If anything, Drogon liked to make a good first impression. He was aware that people talked and he was aware that people had a set idea of what he must be like. “It is. You can see the Sea from Dragonstone, but the weather sometimes leaves much to be desired.” Drogon chuckled softly, purple eyes remaining fixed upon the girl in front of him. Again, he bowed his head toward her “Drogon Targaryen My lady, a pleasure to meet you.”
SHE THOUGHT HE might seem a little more human speaking to him. no. that wasn’t the case. he seemed just as godlike up close. he was built like a damn statue for god’s sake. “ vera arryn, ” she answers , bowing her head to him in turn. she tries to put on an air of grace -- mimicking him. but , vera just feels childish , as if she is playing pretend. “ ah ! so on a clear day you might be able to see your island ? ”
bludlusts; sylas stark.
’ kings landing seems to have me out of sorts. i don’t belong here, clearly. ’ the words flowed easier with her, the lump in his throat almost disappears at the sight of the girl before him. woman now? god, he didn’t know. he remembered that they were close in age, but not the same. she must be younger than him. ’ you can call me whatever you’d like. you know i care not. ’ he looked over his shoulder, watching the guards of the place barely give them a second glance and he knew that they’d probably not have another moment to themselves the rest of their time there. ’ do you want to go find somewhere to talk? with my family here and yours, i fear we won’t get another moment alone like this. ’
“ FEW OF US do , ” she reassures. and it’s true. king’s landing hardly agrees with her. “ it’s far too loud and far too much. i am rather eager to return to the vale. ” but , she must admit that she’s glad for the chance to see sylas. the girlhood crush had always left her wondering , but it was forever stuck in that state of fantasy -- there was no chance for a reality. until , now she supposed. “ i would like that very much , sylas. ” her smile widens so that pearly teeth are visible. it’s difficult to find herself so at ease with someone who is not family. “ the gardens , perhaps ? ”
redwvne; damen redwyne.
“ hardly. i’m only bitter because i lost at all. and because none of us deserve the stench of this place. it would be better if i had been right. ” having failed to steal a proper glance at her reading material, damen figures he might as well ask. “ is that a good book, or a terrible one? ”
SHE FINDS HIM simply to be a strong personality. “ a good one -- if you care to study economics. ” she says with a shrug. then , she offers the book to him. “ you could borrow it if you’d like. i’ve read it thrice over. ”
vargheart; rowena stark.
ROWENA OFFERS A polite smile, still embarrassed, though the burn is lessened by what she perceives as his kindness. ❝ are not all things an act of fate, my lord? ❞ she replies, honey sweet, deciding then that this stranger is not one she should be fearful of. ❝ oh, a wandering mind is a terrible thing, i’ve found i’ll follow it almost anywhere. ❞ at this she laughs at herself, for a moment unworried about how she must appear.
HE DOES NOT realize how innocent this girl is until she laughs -- soft and sweet. although patrocles has travelled near and far , he’s almost surprised that someone as wholesome as she still exists. still , he chuckles , finding her a funny thing. “ it seems to me , ” he starts , “ you have a case of wanderlust that your mind indulges in. ”