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[queeniolande]

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“My thoughts precisely,” she smiled. Laira gladly relinquished her prize over to her friend, allowing her to drape, adjust, and fuss with the fabric as she wished to. Like a number of the other Seyonian silk garments in her possession, this one felt exquisite to touch. “I will be able to make use of it when visiting Daenerys and her own little ones,” she said. It was quite a bit warmer on Daenerys’ world, even in the spring and autumn.

Humming, Laira found her features brightening at the mention of her children. She chuckled quietly at Iolande’s inquiry, fingers briefly grazing over the silk of her new wrap. “They are all well,” she informed. “They are here, in fact. My mother has been watching over them while I finished a few matters. If you wish to see them, we could journey to see them.”

The last she had seen her children and her mother, they had been occupied out among her mother’s gardens. It was likely that they were still there.

“I regret to say that I do not have anything entertaining about my husband to amuse you with,” she chuckled. “He has been remarkably well-behaved as of late.”

“And how are she and her own little ones faring?” Iolande asked, still fussing about with the fabric. There were a number of ways that it could be worn, the very thing that had appealed to Iolande when she had discovered the garment. “How many daughters does she have again?”

At a time, Iolande had been able to keep count. She knew that the number had likely changed by now. After all, her friend had been expecting once again the last time the queen had seen her.

“Oh, I would love to see them,” Iolande hummed in return, her own smile cast down to Laira. “I have brought them prizes. And, something for your mother as well.” Iolande had always been fond of Azarni.

With a final pass of her fingers, Iolande leaned herself back against the edge of her friend’s desk, an exaggerated pout emerging on her face. “You wound me with such a report. What shall I tell Soranik and Arisia now?”

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[queeniolande]

mymothershumility​:

“Something I never claimed; however, I cannot recall any objections that have been raised in the past either,” she teased. Her focus was momentarily diverted to the wrap folded so carefully within her given parcel. Seyonian silk, she realized, as her fingers trailed along the material. She recognized the feel of it immediately. There was little else that could compare to it. “It is lovely,” Laira complimented, drawing the wrap from the box to examine it closer. “You know me too well. I will make great use of it during the summer months.” On Earth, that would be especially true.

“Who would I be to deter such a thing?” the queen laughed. Iolande was not the only one with impeccable taste, in her humble opinion. Laira’s tastes were quite similar to her own. She had borrowed her fair share of gowns from the other.

Standing, Iolande rounded the corner of the other’s desk and reached to take the fabric from her friend. “I am glad to know that you will have use for it,” she hummed, draping the silk over Laira’s shoulders to test the drape of it. “Stunning,” she decreed with a smile. Iolande had known it would be so, though.

“Tell me of the little ones,” she said. “And your husband if you have any entertaining tales to share.” She would share them with Soranik and Arisia if there was something of great entertainment.

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Donna could not help the way her brain worked. The moment that Ari told her that Andre was her husband to be, Donna gasped and clapped her hands before reaching out for her friend’s hands. 

“You are engaged?! Congratulations! Oh my, we must host a celebration! This is amazing news!” she beamed, but then she quickly remembered she had been crossed with the other and ducked her head bashfully, pulling her hands away. Now, that she listened to the explanation of what she had seen, she was so foolish. 

She groaned and raised her hands to cover her face as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Donna envied Ari and Iolande’s skin tone that so easily hid such reactions. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you Princess Iolande, Lady Soranik,” Donna quickly remembered her manners and curtsied, before introducing herself, “I’m Lady Donna from House Tyrell.” 

Donna groaned as it registered what Princess Iolande had just said. “This is even worst than when I though it had been Ari! Now to know he is interested in someone from my house? I cannot go back to Highgarden, oh, perhaps I can visit my cousin Oliver for a while!” she muttered, beginning to pace back and forth, needing to think about planning and actions, because if she let herself think about the fact that Guy’s intentions was for someone in her house….no, she could not think about that. 

“I must go look for him, I am sure I heard that he had arrived earlier. I need to speak with him, I cannot imagine him saying no to housing me,” she was talking more to herself now than the other two. 

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Arianne could not stop herself. The sigh of exasperation that left her following Lady Donna’s reaction to her betrothal and Iolande’s explanation could not be contained no matter how hard she tried. She was glad to see that the matter had been resolved… that it was clear now what had occurred and that no intentional sleight had occurred. Ambitious as Arianne was in certain aspects, it was not at the expense of her companions.

Not any longer, that was. She had learned well in the repercussions of her Queen Maker plot.

“I am glad to know that our misunderstanding has been righted,” the princess admitted. Her relief, though, was short lived. Only a moment after, Lady Donna seemed to descend into a flurry of whispered grievances and potential housing arrangements that she could partake in after the news that Iolande had just delivered.

Arianne listened, brows drawn together as she attempted to determine the other girl’s line of thinking. It all seemed to collide all at once. And, then, Arianne was laughing. Not chuckling or even giggling, but laughing.

“Lady Donna,” she said in between her laughs, “do you realize that the lady from House Tyrell that Lord Tully is so enamored with is you? He is not enamored with any of your cousins. He is enamored, solely, with you. He is completely and entirely smitten with you.”

How was it that the other had not seen such truth yet? Her mother had always insisted the love could be blind, yet Arianne had never thought that it might be so literal for some.

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Iolande made a sound of complete and utter delight at the young woman’s introduction. It was dwarfed, momentarily, by the girl’s sudden whispers and Arianne’s laughing. Casting a chiding look to her sister, Iolande turned her gaze back to Lady Donna after her sister had voice her own thoughts about Lord Tully and who the Tyrell lady was that he was so taken with.

“So, you are Lady Donna,” Iolande commented, her smile growing as she tucked her arm through Soranik’s. “Although my sister’s response might be considered crass and uncouth by some,” the princess began, “she is indeed correct. Lord Tully is quite taken with you.”

“Taken with her?” Lady Soranik questioned. Her tone was light, but there was laughter in it. “The great fool is in love with her.”

“You and Arianne are too alike,” Iolande scolded. There was no heat in her voice as she spoke the words. “Must I teach you both manners?” Her attention was back to Lady Donna only a second later. “I believe what Lady Soranik says to be true. Did you truly not know?” Iolande asked the young woman.

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[queeniolande]

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Donna met Arianne’s confusion with confusion of her own. “Who is Andrey?” she blurted out trying to understand that comment. Andrey? The name rang a bell. She could remember a man being pointed out to her, although she had not been introduced to him yet. Why would Arianne bring him up? Wait. Oh. If she thought back, during the times she had been, well, avoiding the princess she could recall the closeness between Arianne and this Andrey. 

“I do not understand,” she finally spoke up hesitantly, trying to make sense of what she had seen. “I saw you with Lord Tully……are you not interested in him?” 

It was then that another voice cut in and a figure stood in the doorway. A very familiar looking someone. Donna looked at the newcomer and then at Arianne, back at the new figure, then back at Arianne. Donna had known that Arianne had a sister, however….

“You never mentioned you were a twin!” Donna exclaimed, eyes widening because suddenly everything began to click. “It was you I saw with Lord Tully!”

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“Andrey is my husband-to-be,” the princess revealed, her confusion continuing to grow. There seemed to be little reason to keep such a detail to herself in that moment. If it would aid in solving this issue, then it was a revelation well made.

Arianne’s confusion only seemed to deepen as Lady Donna continued with her own revelations. Brows knitting, her arms came up to cross over her chest. “I have neither seen nor spoken to Lord Tully since my arrival,” she said. That was not to say that she did not expect his presence within the capital.

When the slavers had made their presence known as the sailed past Dorne’s coast, ravens had been dispatched to warn the queen of their approach. The queen had dispatched addition ravens from King’s Landing, calling sworn shields from across the kingdoms to come and aid in protecting the innocents within the city. Of course Lord Tully would have answered his queen’s call.

And, of course he would have lingered in the capital to celebrate the return of the queen’s sister from across the sea.

Arianne opened her mouth to say more, though found herself interrupted by a voice at her back. She turned in time to see her own sister step into the room, Lady Soranik Jordayne only a step or so behind her. Lady Donna’s own exclamation gave her pause, made her sigh.

“I assure you that for every similarity we share, there are at least four differences,” the princess said. “As for my neglect in mentioning such a fact, it never seemed to be something of necessity.”

She went quiet again, looking from her sister and then back to Lady Donna. “I assure you that she has no interest in Lord Tully. Not in the manner that you have assumed,” Arianne told Donna.

Gaze turned back to Iolande, then, brows still knitted in confusion. “I did not know that you were acquainted with Lord Tully, sister.”

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For a moment, the room was filled with the quick responses of her sister and the other girl in her company. A Tyrell, Iolande thought. She was near certain that she’d seen the girl mingling about among the group of lords and ladies from Highgarden. Regardless of the girl’s familial connections, it did not aid in lessening the confusion that the erupting conversation had brought with it.

Lady Jordayne’s hand still held in her own, Iolande glanced from her sister, over to the other girl, back again to her sister, and then finally settled back on the other girl.

“My name is Iolande Martell,” she introduced. “Princess of Dorne. This,” she gently pulled Soranik up so that she was standing at her side, “is Lady Soranik Jordayne, the heir of House Jordayne and the Tor. She is my companion,” Iolande explained.

“Paramour,” Lady Jordayne spoke in correction. She looked down to Princess Iolande with an adoring smile. “We shall call it what it is, yes?”

Iolande smiled in response, hand squeezing softly at Soranik’s, “Of course, my love.” Dark eyes looked back to her sister and the other girl, “Please forgive my sister. Though she now rules Dorne, it seems she forgets that formal introductions are at times required. What may we call you, my lady?”

Silence settled in for a moment, Iolande’s head tilting in question. “Lord Tully? The Lord of Riverrun? Lady Arisia of House Hightower requested I offer a bit of calming advice to him. It seems that he is quite enamored with a lady from House Tyrell,” she spoke, sparing a glance to the other girl, “yet is uncertain how to broach the subject.”

Iolande wondered, for a brief moment, if this was the young lady. The nature of this conversation suggested that it was.

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[queeniolande]

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Donna really wished it had been her cousin knocking at her door. Truth was, she was avoiding the princess. Donna had not meant to, before she had stumbled upon the sight of Lord Tully and her, Donna had been quite excited to see the princess. Donna had expected to excitedly tell Arianne that she had done as Arianne had advised and won herself a lord’s heart. 

She did not mean to avoid the princess, but she couldn’t be around her without feeling hurt. Donna knew it was not Arianne’s fault but it truly did not make it hurt any less. 

“Princess Arianne,” Donna’s greeting was less than enthusiastic and she mentally winced at how transparent she was being. She knew that Arianne was too good at reading people, she would have noticed the less than warm greeting. There was no use in trying to deny the princess’ statement, she would not insult her like that. Donna wasn’t too sure she was ready to have this discussion, however. Her feelings were still too close to the surface. 

“I did not mean to avoid you,” she started, and it was true at first, “but after….the tournament,” she didn’t elaborate that part, figuring Arianne would have to know what she was talking about, how could she not? Arianne knew her feelings towards Lord Tully. “It just hurt too much and I’m afraid that the hurt would end up making me mean. I care for the both of you and I want the both of you to be happy.”  She quickly added that to the end, and she truly meant it. At the end of the day, it was all she wanted for them. 

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A brow was arched at her given greeting, chin raising a fraction as she continued her observation of the other. The princess was certain now of her drawn conclusions… certain that there was a matter that was amiss in some sort of way between the little rose and her. Arianne only wished something would come to mind that might have occurred to bring about such a response to her presence.

“Your avoidance seems to say otherwise,” the princess pointed out. Perhaps, at first, the little rose had not intended such a thing. The palace was expansive and, with so many guests milling about the grounds, it was easy to lose sight of others or to be unable to greet them as needed. This, however, felt entirely different.

Arianne was no fool. She was not a girl playing at the game of thrones. She was Princess of Dorne. And, she knew more than others often believed that she did.

Stance shifted as the princess listened, hands keeping their spots balanced along the curves of her hips. Her look of concentration slowly gave way to one of utter confusion, body shifting until her shoulder was braced against the solid wooden frame of the door.

“After the tourney?” the princess repeated. She had departed the tourney before its completion with Andrey, the man having whisked her off for a bit of solitude for the two of them before the festivities of the night set in. “I am confused,” she admitted. Her engagement had yet to be presented at court, kept secret by the queen, her uncle, and aunts. Had the other spied her with Andrey? “I did not know that you had become acquainted with Andrey,” the princess said. “Last we spoke, your interests were trained on the Lord Paramount of the Trident.”

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“You seem quite familiar with the grounds, my princess,” Lady Jordayne spoke, following the princess’ guiding hand as they walked along the abandoned hall. “I would trust no other to guide me through them.”

Iolande smiled up at the other woman, “There are places that even I have yet to explore. It is a grand space. Quite imposing, in fact. I remember these halls, though.” They were vague memories, but memories nonetheless. When she’d been just a small young girl visiting her sweet aunt. That had been just shortly before the injustice that had befallen her aunt and her sweet little cousins. That had been just before her mother had spirited her away to Norvos.

“I am eager to return to Dorne,” the princess admitted. She would, she knew. It would be in time after all was seen to there in the capital. Still, she wished to see the Water Gardens in full once more. She wished to travel Dorne and see what had changed. “When we return, would you take me to see the Tor?” Iolande asked.

“There is nothing more that I would like,” Lady Jordayne told her. “True, the Tor cannot compare to the Water Gardens. Yet I believe that you would love it there.”

The princess beamed at her companion’s answer, pausing briefly in their walk to lean up and kiss her. It was eagerly returned, hands reaching so they were pressed into her hips to guide her closer. Iolande was smiling once more as she pulled from the taller woman, cheeks dusted with warmth. The sounds of voices only two doors away from them soon caught her attention, a familiar voicing among them.

Her sister.

Iolande reached to take Lady Jordayne by her hand, walking until they had both reached the door from where her sister’s voice was echoing.

“Arianne,” Iolande called. “Have you and Andrey sneaked away once more?” she teased, form passing so it was now framed in the doorway, Lady Jordayne just at her back.

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The festivities were never ending. She had needed a little reprieve from the constant bustle and retired to her room. Was she moping? No one had to know but her. She would, of course, vehemently deny it. Willas had already asked her if all was well, which she had to lie and say yes. He had not looked convinced, but had not pressed her about it. One of the many reasons she loved her cousin dearly. 

Margaery on the other hand, seemed very adamant that Donna enjoyed herself. Donna loved her cousin but after the third time Donna found herself next to the very same person she did not want to be next to….Donna had sneaked out of Margaery’s grasp. 

A knock at her door had her muffling a groan, before she sat up on the edge of her bed. It was probably Margaery, coming to fuss over what Donna should wear. Donna did not have the heart to tell her cousin that it was no use, Lord Tully’s heart already belong to someone else. 

“Yes! Yes! Come in! It is not like you to knock!” she called out, expecting to see her cousin. 

Arianne prided herself on reading others. She had learned in her years among Sunspear and the Water Gardens. She had learned in the company of her cousins and even her uncle. It was such knowledge that had sent her ambling through the halls of the Red Keep and then on into the halls where the Tyrells were staying during their time in the capital.

Her interactions with Lady Donna had always been courteous and amicable in nature. Never a curt word exchanged between them. Never any misgivings. Plenty of teasing had occurred over this suitor or that, but such was their nature with one another. Tyene had engaged in the exchanges as well.

Something had seemed to shift, though, since Arianne had returned to King’s Landing from Sunspear. What, she wasn’t quite certain. An unintended slight, perhaps? Whatever the reason, the now ruling Princess of Dorne intended to determine the cause.

Knuckles knocked briefly on Lady Donna’s doors, the princess passing into the rooms before she was given permission to. Form pausing in the doorway to the young rose’s bedroom, the princess’ hands found balance against the curves of her hips.

“You have been avoiding me,” Arianne said. “I am quite wounded.”

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Iolande gazed about her, taking in the architecture of the palace as she walked. It had been years since she had traveled to King’s Landing... years since she had been home to Westeros again. Great Norvos had been her home for quite a time, living in the high city alongside her mother. The princess was happy to have returned home, though the reason for the journey was both a solemn and joyous one. Her father’s death weighed heavily upon her. Her sister’s rule, though, was something to look forward to.

Dark eyes glanced to the partner that kept pace at her side, hand rising to thread through the taller woman’s offered arm. “Have you ever seen the Red Keep, Lady Jordayne?” the princess asked, a sweet smile curving her mouth.

“No, Your Grace,” Lady Jordayne responded, a matching smile given to the princess. “This is my first time in King’s Landing.”

“Oh, you must see the palace properly, then!” she said. “The gardens are quite lovely,” she told the woman, guiding her along the halls. “They are quite peaceful, as well. There are a number of spaces to seclude oneself if needed as well,” she continued on, paying little mind to the sound of conversation down the lengthy hall from them.

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