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@piperofpinkmaiden
We are pleased to announce the arrival of { WILLEM PIPER, SER } of { HOUSE PIPER } to King’s Landing! The { THIRTY } year-old { CISMALE } is whispered to be { DAFT & MALLEABLE} but in reality they are { GENTLE & PATIENT }. They are also said to resemble { WILL POULTER } They are { FOR } a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they? [ devin, est, he/him/his ]
the distant clatter of the red keep's bustling activity had long faded away, replaced by the rhythmic hum of the stag prince and the resounding clash of steel on steel. a respite, even if fleeting, from the oppressive cloak of condolences that everyone seemed eager to drape over his shoulders.
he barely acknowledged his sparring partner’s exit, his gaze drifting towards the approaching figure of another man. jasper stilled, his chest heaving slightly as he planted the point of his sword into the soft dirt, resting his hands on the hilt. he was thankful for the fact that the man identified his house, for jasper wouldn’t have recognized him otherwise.
"lord piper," he nodded, a semblance of gratitude flickering across his stony features. the words of sympathy were expected, even necessary, but they did nothing to fill the void left by his losses. "house baratheon is grateful for your support," he said, the words carrying a practiced diplomacy but laced with an undercurrent of fatigue. "you've lost someone, then?"
his gaze roved over the man, from the slightly furrowed brow to the earnest eyes, landing finally on the sword at his side. he straightened, lifting his sword from the ground as a half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "care for a match, piper?" he challenged, the glint in his eyes reflecting the sunlight and his own unquenchable spirit. “i promise to go easy on you.” his tone was light, even friendly, not knowing how strong of a duellist he was.
He nodded his head when asked if he had lost someone himself. While it was not as recent as Prince Jasper's loses it was less than a year ago. "My own lord grandfather, he passed about five moons ago now. Though he was very sick before that, he had not been himself for quite some time. We lost him long before the Stranger came for him."
When the topic turned to a match, Willem nodded his head smiling. He found a sword match was good for clearing his head. Taking his focus off of somber affairs. He chuckled when the Prince offered to go east on him. "I shall return that favor then, Prince Jasper. I would hate to batter the Heir to Storm's End too much."
the lord of wayfarer's rest was quite shocked by the outcome of things this evening. while he did not expect the smoothest transitions of power, as it was almost expected that there would be some push, some tensions, but now the king was dead. gannon knew all too soon the gods would set the sun on his father's time as ruling lord, and soon he would have to take the helm, which was in part the reason for his new search for a wife, but it also pushed him to secure himself more politically. he needed to ensure his friends were truly friends, as much as one could in this world.
willem piper, however, had been a man he always found respect for, a house native to the riverlands as his own. he took hold of the letter from the other and gave a nod of his head. "i'll ensure it's safe arrival." gannon replied in regards to the letter. he gave a sigh, a man of such calm composure looking tense for a moment. "i have not heard much, it is said they will quickly install the prince, or crown prince, gods." he gave an exasperated laugh. "and you? any whispers that are especially troubling?
Willem shook his head, he couldn't imagine how the Crown Prince was feeling right now. To lose his Grandmother and then to lose his Father so closely together. Now the whole weight of Westeros was about to fall down on him. Holding together the seven realms, while also keeping peace with the Kingdom of the North, and the Kingdom of Dorne. "As much as weight must be coming down on him, I am not surprised. They will want to ensure some kind of stability for our King." Sighing, he shook his head. "No, truthfully I pay no mind to such rumors. I try to stay focused simply on what is asked of me, and what I can do for the Riverlands, my house, and our Royal Family."
Given everything the Hightowers had gained under Queen Daenerys' rule, she assumed some people expected her to be thankful or highly supportive of the peace treaty. But Daenerys was no longer, and Ceryse honestly didn't care. All she knew was Highgarden and her family's current standing in Westeros. Her heart was unconcerned about possible changes. She was unfamiliar with the concept of war and power shifts.
"Lord Piper," she greeted cordially, as was expected of a woman and a lady of her status, even though she disliked discussing the treaty. "I concur. The former queen has done so much good for us," she continued. "I don't think there's a single person in Westeros who doesn't believe in the benefits of unity. I must admit that I am looking forward to the coronation."
"I imagine the coronation will be an extravagant affair. It will be some good, a distraction from all the worries of the realm." He smiled at the Lady of Highgarden. "I would like to agree with you, but I worry that there are always people who seek to use moments like this, new kings and coronations to try and advance themselves or the agenda they have in their hearts." Willem was no such person, he had no self serving interests. Perhaps his dream of one day being a member of the Kingsguard but event that goal meant a life time of servitude. "Do you wish for anything in particular? To come of your trip to the capital?"
devika was down right tired of engaging in what amounted to meaningless conversations. and she'd never cared about meeting anyone new. still, she knew to smile as lord piper introduced himself. she could almost hear her mother's voice telling her to be friendly. "it's pleasure to meet you lord piper," she smiled, "i can neither confirm or deny anything you might have heard," she paused, a mischievous grin appearing across her face, "but they are mostly true," this earned a laugh. "dorne is not for the faint of heart," she smiled, "the heat is quite intense."
Willem raised a brow when she said that she could neither confirm nor deny what he might have heard, before she said that it was mostly true. He chuckled a little at the humor in her words. "No I imagine it is not. That it never was. The people of Rhoynar have gone through quite a bit. Being the only people to resist the dragons, after being chased here by the dragons. Still even with the heat, I imagine that Dorne is very beautiful. Especially the coastline. I have never been myself. Pinkmaiden is so far after all."
"Hmm?" Jeyne was clearly lost in thought. "Oh!" She glanced up when she realized that someone was standing before her. "Lord Piper, my apologies, my mind is rather occupied at the moment." She had been deep in thought, thinking of how to clear Richard's name. "What was it that you were saying?" She asked, despite the look in her eyes showing that she wasn't fully present.
Willem quickly grimaced embarrassed that she had been occupied with something else when he had spoken to her, quickly he was apologizing to her. "Lady Hightower, my apologies. If you are occupied with something else, I don't want to intrude upon your thoughts." A lot had happened and if she were occupied with more important matters at the moment, he didn't want to bother her.
With the death of the man who was supposed to become King, things within Westeros were now on shaky ground. Willem was never one for politics, he knew that was not his strong suit, that had always been his brother's domain. He was happiest with a sword. Still he knew that his brother and father would need as much help as they could get to navigate these times. Which was why he now found himself delivering a letter to the House Vance of Wayferer's Rest, smiling when Gannon, the heir to the house who was not much older than him, and who Willem was sure was acquainted with his brother, answering the summons.
"Lord Gannon, my father writes to your own father, I imagine about what has taken place." Sighing, "Which is truly a tragedy. Tell me, have you heard about any further developments? I grow more and more worried that we'll be headed for war."
@ofwayfarersrest
The Hightowers of Highgarden had been one of the most handsomely rewarded by the Targaryens upon Daenary's ascension to Queen. To be gifted one of the most beautiful castles in Westeros, and domain over one of the most fertile regions, which was now rivaled only by the Riverlands, who had grown vastly under the last 60 years of peace.
"Lady Hightower, I imagine you and your family are quite excited for the opportunity to renew the peace treaty. Considering how much both of our lands have prospered under it. The Reach, and the Riverlands have never been as prosperous as they had been under Queen Daenarys."
@scigne
Oldtown was one of the most vibrant ports of Westeros, second only to King's Landing. Willem had been there on several occasions with his father. Mostly for trade deals, and tourneys, but every time he had been to the city he had had a pleasant time. Smiling when he saw the Lady Jeyne Hightower, he gave her a small bow.
"Lady Hightower, I hope all goes well back in Oldtown. I imagine things must have been bustling there before you departed for the capital. A new monarch must bring both hopes and anxieties."
@jeynehightower
Willem did not know much of Dorne. It was far from Pinkmaiden and the Riverlands, and he had never had any reason to travel there. So the chance to get to meet one of the people of Dorne was an exciting opportunity. One that he did not want to waste, approaching the lady of House Dayne, he gave a bow, and smiled.
"Lady Dayne, it is a pleasure. I am Willem of House Piper. I have only heard tales of the exploits of House Dayne, but all of them good. Though I do not know if I would be able to handle the heat of Dorne myself."
@atychiphobiias
Willem was heading out into the sparring yard when he came across one of the Baratheon Prince's and the Heir to Storm's End, Jasper. He could only imagine what the other was feeling, having lost a grandmother and an uncle so closely together. Once he saw him take a break from the move he was working on, Willem approached.
"My Prince, my deepest apologies on your loses. Losing family is never easy. If there is anything House Piper can provide, please do not hesitate to ask it of us in this time."
@jasperbaratheon
With the recent death of what was supposed to be the next Targaryen King, the entire stability of the realm was in question. Would there now be war between the Northern and Southern Kingdom? Or would they be able to work through this stressful time? The new King to be wasn't much older than him, so Willem now hoped Daeron had the wisdom, or leaned into the wisdom of those advising him.
He was walking along a path on the grounds of the Red Keep, admiring the view when he came across one of the ladies of House Velaryon, though which one, he was not sure. Giving a small bow,
"Lady Velaryon, I hope I am not disturbing you."
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