elinor and aeron's engagement feast, highgarden. @r3gals
" gods, look at them. " steffon exclaims to ears he knows are safe while the rest swoon over the happy couple, he confides in someone he considered a good friend, one of few able to truly know or understand him, for better or worse. " i mean, a greyjoy, really? " goblet full of arbor red is brought up to his lips, though lord tyrell is far from drunk, he plans to get there eventually. " what awaits my sister? endless raids and several salt wives for her to share the castle with? "
a vision of reach beauty wrapped in delicate fabric of 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 emerald , oh how the lighthouse of oldtown would look dim in comparison to she . alerie lets the faintest of a smirk cross her lips , finding more than a modicum of comfort in his presence . ❝ there are worse choices of husbands , at least this one isn't the worst sight for eyes , ❞ she says with hushed tone , reaching out to grab ahold of his drink to take a sip for herself before returning it . arbor red wasn't her favorite , but it would suffice . ❝ with endless salt wives at least she won't be lonely during those raids , ❞ eyes spot the bride to be in time , 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 . ❝ if it bothers you so i'm sure we could think of someway to end this . . . whole thing . a few ideas come to mind . ❞ her tone is startlingly still and only low enough for his ears , devoid of almost any emotion . simply stating a fact . arrangements could be made .
the king welcomes alerie of house hightower of oldtown ! all of court has heard that they are keen and poised, but whispers claim that they are also reticent and enigmatic when no one is looking … how much of that is true, we will soon find out. asking around, we are told that they remind people of fingernails digging into the palm of pale hands ; the unsightly scene hidden behind her back or under dress sleeves / doe-like eyes that throw you off ; often crossed with feigned innocence / " you are a viper amongst mice , striking when they are weakest " / compliments like venom in your throat , leaving your mouth like sugar and wine , she is a facade of a creature ─ that should give the bards something to sing about ! unbeknown by most, to maintain the appearance of support is the real reason why they answered the call of the king, but with so many rumors flying around, who is to say what the truth is ?
i. basics
name: alerie hightower. alternatively: n/a. nickname(s): ali , ri. age: 28. date of birth: april 14th. place of birth: old town, westeros. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. sexual orientation: heterosexual. religion: the seven. title: lady hightower / the green pixie. languages: the common tongue , some high valyrian. affiliation: house hightower + house targaryen.
ii. appearance
faceclaim: ella purnell. hair color: auburn. hair style: slightly wavy. eye color: emerald green. height: 5'1. body modifications: none. clothing style: long flowy dresses , often in greens / golds / purples / reds. distinguishing characteristics: large eyes , button nose , beauty mark on the left side of her mouth. signature scent: cinnamon.
iii. personality
character alignment: true neutral. positive traits: keen , poised , regal , insightful , resourceful . negative traits: reticent , enigmatic , cunning , stubborn , guarded. primary vice: vainglory. primary virtue: wisdom. character parallels: beatrice ( much ado about nothing ) , lady macbeth , elizabeth bennet , katherine pierce.
alerie came screaming into the world , not so much the delicate flower that one might hope their daughter would be . but the hightowers were different than others , always an air of superiority around them that could never truly be squashed no matter their station . and when alerie came , their youngest , her screaming and attention grabbing nature would be nourished . they were above others , and the continuation of their fortune was only further proof of that . the dance waned further into the back of the minds of the public , and in it's place was the newest generation of the greens . alerie , beloved youngest , somehow found herself at the center of them .
her beauty caught many an eye , and her intellect many an ear , but she never let her heart stray too far from her chest . her words always held a double meaning , vocal puzzels that you would be wise to solve if you wished to get close to her . alerie does not play war with weapons , she plays it with words . war , the game , the wheel . it's all the same , each person is a piece on a board of chess just waiting to be put into it's proper place . and perhaps she'll be the one to do that .
wanted connection:
⸺ lover , this is not someone who she particularly cares for but to them she is the sun . she is everything . and they aren't fully aware that she has no desire to actually be with them , to her they are a toy to pass the time .
⸺ little bird(s) , people who believe they are friends with alerie but she is merely using them for information . to support her own , yet to be determined goals and the desires of her family .
⸺ the ugly truth , the person who she considers her true friend . they see the truth of alerie , the ugly beneath that fair facade and perhaps they share in that hidden ugliness . taken by steffon tyrell .
⸺ desire will out , it's beatrice and benedick . they spar with words , cutting comments , and between them a tension that can never seem to live . it is love , desire , urgent need that connects them and neither wish to address it yet .
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