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@stvrmking
See, that’s my problem. I’m like I’m trapped. I keep, I keep thinking that I’m waking up, but I’m still in a dream. It seems like it’s going on forever.
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great houses of westeros ≡ [4/9] baratheon
“The Starks fight the Lannisters. The Baratheons fight each other.”
KYRA.
+ @stvrmking
IT WAS TRUE that kyra had a temper, but her grasp on it and control of it was long established. however, when a young man requested an audience with regards to the midsummer ball claiming to have been injured ‘protecting the storm king’ and requesting financial compensation for his injuries accrued… there was absolutely no halting her rage. steffon had not been in dorne at the time of the attack, arriving shortly after the attack: a glaring hole in his lie. she felt the guards flanking her shuffle and murmur slightly when kyra pushed herself to her feet and focussed her dagger-and-poison gaze on him. “you would use tragedy and lies to further yourself -— forsaking those dead and maimed for a handful of coin?” her voice was far too steady as she stepped closer to the lying little rat. a mere arms length from him, he seemed to shrivel under her stare. “are you aware that lying to a queen is treason?” he stammered out his reply, more lies, claiming to be a truthful person… but she raised a hand, silencing him and then motioning to her guardsmen. “i may not have been present in the ballroom, as you so kindly pointed out… but nor was my husband, yet detained with his duties he did not reach sunspear until the following days. take him,” she instructed her guards, turning away to make for the door as noonday meal approached, “i will speak with the king as to what will be done with him. until then, remand him into the custody of the storm kingdom.”
after running into various figures since his arrival, he is finally able to visit with his queen. there was quite a bit to catch up on. luckily though, she had not been one of those injuries. unfortunately her sister had been but from what he had been told, she was recovering. there was also the matter of his now former lord commander which is quite the problem.. but a problem to be dealt with at a later time.
he pushes open the doors to where he’s be informed she is present, being met immediately with her presence. it seems he’s caught her on her way out of the room. “kyra,” he says, nodding in greeting. the frustration is written all over her face. “what have i missed?” he questions.
Kylo Ren + wet and annoyed
@jocelyn-baratheon
???
“no, my lord.” beyond the fact that the man was clearly of some wealth, she had little idea of who he could be. and certainly, she could not expect to think that the man was a king. certainly not after she had snapped back no at his request. “the dog is wild and looks to be possibly sick. it needs to be taken down quickly. two swordsmen can do that better than one.” she told him as she began moving closer. from her point of view, it seemed completely counterproductive for her not to help when she would only get in the way if she stood by and did nothing.
the dog snarled again, it’s eyes moving between all of them. the growling and movement of the dog, was still startling the other horses in the stable. behind her, she heard one seemingly young untrained horse kick out against the stable doors. the loud bang catching the attention of the dog, whose eyes now locked on cass’ own horse. it lunged forward towards him, snapping his jaws at the horse. now there was no choice in standing by and letting this man just do the work for her. the mormont was quick though, not allowing the dog to get any closer to her horse. a twist and flick of her sword and she struck against the dog’s leg then in it’s shoulder blade, a warning for it to back down. the dog let out a loud yelp and a whimper. for a moment it seemed still, like it might retreat. but the moment was quickly broken as it snapped this time at the king.
steffon watches in awe of the woman. while he knew women could hold such skill– his own queen was known to be a warrior– it is still a shock to see such a sight. then again, the more he watches, the more it seems to point to the woman being from the north. in his experience, northern lords often raised their daughters to be tougher than their southern counterparts. she manages to wound the dog quite harshly, but that is clearly not enough to make the beast retreat. after a brief pause, its sights are once again set on the king with teeth bared.
the dark-haired man takes a deep breath before moving forward quickly, running his blade straight through the skull of the creature. he jerks the weapon back, cleanly exiting the corpse. he’s panting for a few moments before there’s the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. it seems to disappear just as quickly as it appeared. “you really knew what you were doing,” he says, tone conveying the he is quite impressed. “what is your name, my lady?”
@rhcena said to @stvrmking 006. — put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere (garland) @rcdwyne
he’s quite lucky that garland is there with him. he certainly doesn’t have to be-- he is the master of war & ships for another kingdom, after all. yet, he made time for his flesh and blood and it was a good thing he did. despite the others in the room, things between steffon and the martell princess is quickly becoming heated. perhaps the matters of the midsummer ball and the peace talks are more important, but he can’t help but to bring up the skirmishes along the border that he had been previously attending to. the men he had left to be here-- he couldn’t help but to wonder about them quite often. he knew they were more than capable.. but he also thought that they shouldn’t be out there regardless. and in his eyes, the blame was entirely on the dornish.
“listen, princess--” he’s cut off as garland places his hand on his back. when he looks over, the other man remains silent but his eyes are clearly asking him to hold his tongue. “if you’ll excuse me,” steffon says quickly, attempting to calm his tone. he is then lead out of the room by his cousin, where the two can speak privately.
GARLAND.
starter / the baratheon manor / @stvrmking
Garland had decided to walk to the manor located by the sea for his meeting with his cousin. It was a long walk, but he enjoyed the scenery and the familiar smell of the sea during his stroll. He had not seen his cousin on his mother’s side for eleven years, not since the funeral of his uncle, but much had changed since then, his cousin was now a king in his own right. He was greeted by Baratheon guards as he approached the royal dwelling, he was expected as they let him through without question. He waited patiently by the door to his cousin’s chambers as his presence was announced. Lord Redwyne barely laid eyes on the man before bowing respectfully, Steffon had always outranked him, but now he was royalty. “Your Grace, it is good to see you again after so many years,” Garland proclaimed respectfully as he rose from his bow. There was the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. “You were nothing but a boy when I last saw you.”
steffon is so wrapped up in playing catch-up that he’s completely forgotten about the company he’s requested. his cousin garland-- a man he had not seen in many, many years. they had last faced each other when steffon was but a boy-lord. now, though, he was a man and a king. there was also the matter of the fact that they now stood loyal to different kingdoms. yet there was no reason to hold any ill will towards one another. regardless of their several years without any real closeness, steffon still very much considers the tyrells to be dear friends. perhaps there’s a chance of an alliance there. his mind is racing when he’s informed of the redwyne lord’s arrival. steffon turns as the doors are opened and nods as acknowledgement of garland’s display of respect. “ah yes, it really has been quite some time, hasn’t it?” he says, walking closer. “it is great to see you again, too, my lord. i hope the years have treated you well. how have you been faring here in sunspear? i am still trying to gather all that has happened in my absence.”
jocelyn-baratheon:
Open Starter: Sunspear’s City Center
After spending several hours cooped up finishing a letter to Lady Ellyn, Jo found herself more than ready to escape the Dornish accommodations provided to House Baratheon. Aside from the gentle cresting of waves outside the manor’s walls, it was silent. The young brunette had never done well with silence and stillness. She longed to move, to explore, to live. It was this instinctual yearning that had led her to sneak out unaccompanied to the city center. She felt a small pang of regret, her brother would be concerned and upset if he found out she’d wandered off without protection in the wake of the attack on the midsummers ball, but surely he was too busy to miss her. Regardless, her desire for freedom overruled any such misgivings Jo held.
As she reached the center of town, the youngest Baratheon noticed the faint tinkling of music in the distance. Drawn to the sound she made her way towards it, finding a young boy playing a timbrel perched upon the low branch of a tree. Other children danced around him, laughing and humming. All of a sudden, Jo felt a little hand tugging her towards the circle of movement. Grinning, she relented and began dancing with the children, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of the beat. For a moment, she forgot herself, gesturing and swaying with abandon until the music stopped. Their entertainer was being called home for a meal.
As quickly as the moment had formed, it collapsed. The children scattered, running off to play or explore and she found herself alone once more. Reaching down, Jo set about straightening her skirts, only to realize she was now missing a bracelet. Chiding herself silently, the Baratheon daughter began looking around when a golden glint struck her gaze. It became apparent the band had found its way into a fountain just beyond the tree. Chuckling at her small accident, Jo strode forward and kicked her shoes off at the fountain’s edge. Without a second thought for the fine fabrics she wore, the brunette stepped into the fountain, bending over to pick up the offending item and slide it back onto her wrist. Lady Ellyn might’ve fainted if she could see her daughter now. But hopefully no one had noticed…
steffon needs just a moment to breathe-- a moment to clear his racing thoughts, or at least attempt to. the king opts to forgo any guard brought along with him. he was more than capable of protecting himself with a sword on his hip-- his sword, a weapon he knows like the back of his hand. a weapon that had gotten him out of plenty sticky situations. a weapon gifted to him by his father all those years ago before his death.. he managed to keep it in good condition. steffon’s relationship with his father had been complicated to say the least but still, he longs for his guidance now and again. especially now that he is no longer a ruling lord but a king. he still wonders what his father would think of such a thing.
the sound of splashing water pulls him from his deep thought. turning his head, he finds a sight he absolutely did not expect-- his little sister in the fountain without a baratheon loyal guard in sight. it takes him a moment but soon he feels a rush of anger-- no, more like frustration. he finds it hard to be angry at the young doe but she can just be so difficult sometimes. the king makes his way over to the fountain, waiting as she finally comes to notice him.
“what are you doing out here, jo?” he asks, voice stern.
HOUSE BARATHEON of STORM’S END.
OURS IS THE FURY.
† ruling lord robert ii baratheon: father of king steffon, prince baratheon and princess jocelyn. died in 495AC of a heart attack. he was a hardened man, focusing only on preparing steffon to be a strong warrior and future ruler during his time on earth.
queen mother ellyn of houses wylde and baratheon: mother of king steffon, prince baratheon and princess jocelyn. the complete opposite of her husband, ellyn is a soft and affectionate mother who cares deeply for her family.
king steffon ii baratheon: the firstborn baratheon child, he became ruling lord of storm’s end at age 19. he declared independence from the iron throne in 505AC following his brother’s kidnapping in king’s landing. while he has been a ruler for many years, becoming a king has been an entirely new kind of pressure though he is doing his best for his people.
queen kyra of houses tarth & baratheon: shortly after steffon declared the stormlands independent, she was sent to become his queen. as a capable woman from a loyal house, it was strategically the best match.
prince baratheon: the secondborn baratheon child, he is very close to his brother. it was his kidnapping in the celebrations at king’s landing that sparked steffon’s decision to leave the rule of the iron throne. he now acts as his brother’s right hand man.
princess jocelyn baratheon: the lastborn baratheon child, she grew up as the apple of her mother’s eye. a kind and curious girl, she is learning to the play the part of a princess.
@cedrictyrell said to stvrmking ❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞
well, that is quite the heavy question now isn’t it? he fondly recalls the times spent laughing, drinking and playing cards with the tyrell brother. he remembers the girl of the reach that he had been caught up in a whirlwind infatuation with-- one encouraged by cedric himself. those times were long gone, though. he had been managing his role as lord but now that he is king.. it is an entirely different kind of stress. the bright, wide smile of his youth was no where to be found.
“i suppose i’ve never really thought about it,” he says honestly. “everything has changed a great deal since we have last seen each other, cedric.”
Bones | 4.04 “The Finger in the Nest”
BRYNDEN.
two guards walked ahead of him, two behind, enclosing him in a square formation, until one clashed with an arcane individual. he near tripped over his feet when he continued to walk only to find the untouched guard holding an arm out before him to refrain from him proceeding with one fourth lacking. then they proceed to stall when asked a question. brynden took a step forward, motioning for the guard collided with to take a step back so that he could take his position in speech. his eyes first met steffon’s and then dropped to his boots, near passing him as a noble possessing the bettering of quality and materials stitched into his wear, until he saw the stag. that dang stag. “ king steffon , ” a snicker grazed his facet, having yet to answer where the infirmary had been and not intending to given the realization, “ at last we meet. ” to his father, maybe not, but to him, surely so. he longed to get to know his competitors, his rivals. but not for the way most would intend or his recent choices would prove, rather in a way to form a possible allegiance come future days, or months, depending on how long it took to reverse roles and sway his father’s mind … or if his father passed, not likely though, the man was only in his fifties having had brynden young, much younger than brynden was now.
the man’s identity didn’t immediately come to him. steffon is well aware that he himself has a reputation-- even here in his brief time in dorne, he had been recognized for his feats as a warrior. his father would certainly be proud that the man is living up to the great baratheon name. to now be a king as well.. that was a whole other matter.
deep brown eyes scan over the man before him.. finally coming to notice the sigil of the trout adorning his clothing. at last we meet. so this must be the river king. the boy who was lost as a lord and returned into royalty. it was certainly an interesting story. “king brynden, i presume?” he asks, stoic expression with a tone conveying no particular emotion. “yes. at last we meet. i am not sure if you are well acquainted with dorne but as i asked-- do you know the location of the infirmary? it is important i make a trip there immediately. perhaps we could speak on the way there. i have been doing my best to meet with everyone since my arrival.”
CEDRIC.
— time itself seemed to have slowed down in the weeks following the attack, a tragic end to what would have gone down as one of the most opulent balls in the history of westeros. the time they had spent prior to the engagement seemed to have sped by, as though whilst trying to secure a peace treaty to consolidate their brand new positions, they could barely grasp onto dornish sand slipping through their fingers - an image of time itself. now, it had been some days since cedric, emeric and their men had returned from the torrentine river in western dorne, bordering the reach, accompanying the funeral procession of those that had lost their lives in servitude of what exactly? attending a notoriously promiscuous dornish ball? the man’s mood had no doubt been more tiresome as of late; there was much to say, much to do, and yet he could not help but feel like two of their most trusted bannermen had a crack that could not be healed - regardless of land, money or honour.
cedric himself had been on his way to the infirmary, dismissing his guards in an admittedly irritated manner as he turned one of the many corners of sunspear’s castle. when he suddenly found himself walking straight into a figure taller than his own, cedric couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as he nodded his head, beginning to continue his walk away from the figure when the man spoke. it was a strangely familiar voice, though definitely not one he would have been able to recognise instantly - looking up at the face that looked back at him, cedric was somewhat surprised to be looking into the tired, dark eyes of steffon baratheon. it had been years since they had last seen eachother, definitely not since his parents made their departure from the world all too early. still, he remembered briefly the times steffon sat alongside cedric himself, emeric who then had already become more withdrawn and steffon’s younger brother playing card games and drinking as ellyn baratheon sat in conversation with his own mother ensley tyrell. rylic had insisted on securing close dynamics with the other great powers of westeros, considering the strange circumstances that had lead to him and his sons being the heirs of highgarden. it was not long before steffon baratheon focused on maintaining his lordship of storms end despite his youth, and his own parents death meant that any sort of connection with the baratheon family seemed to run its natural course.
“your majesty, you’re.., here?” cedric asked, somewhat surprised as he placed an arm on the man’s shoulder. the man, just like his brother, was now a king - though he remembered him from a time which now feels like a different life. “i am currently on my way to the infirmary - come. last i heard you were engaged in skirmishes along the dornish marches. is all well?”
cedric tyrell. it had been many years since they had last seen one another and seeing him again.. well, it brought him back to a much simpler time in his life. oh how he longs for the days spent laughing, drinking, playing cards-- whether it was storm’s end or highgarden, his time spent in the company of the tyrell brothers was always a wonderful distraction from his duties as the eldest son. now, all these years later, they were meeting again under very different circumstances. no longer were they young men who could drink and joke about the kind of men they would be when they were older. no.. now, he and emeric are kings, cedric is a prince. all were simply hoping to not let this summit devolve into chaos.
“no need for this your majesty business,” he begins, shaking his head. had it not been for such somber circumstances, he may have even laughed. “yes.. yes, for now everything is all right. perhaps that is something i can settle while i’m here,” he adds with a sigh, nodding as the two began to walk side by side. “it has been some time. how are you doing? and emeric? i am still playing catch up on all that has occurred.. i hope that the reach has not suffered any serious losses.” though he doubts that is the case. it seems that no one has come out of this ball unscathed.
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anonymous said to stvrmking “assumption” -- you've never been in love.
“that is correct.”