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[rcgnvindr]

   --- “I was told there would be none up here. Only the stars and I. Is there something you want?”

@xiianren​   ||   [x]

[iveneverbeenagoodgirl]

|{ @fullrangeofemotions }|

Caroline despised these types of gatherings, had been ready to depart the moment that she arrived with her uncle, Lord Nestor Royce, and her cousin, Myranda. Propriety dictated that she remain, though. As the niece to the Lord of the Gates of the Moon, the granddaughter of the Lord of Storm’s End, and the great-granddaughter of the King, there were expectations that she had to rise to meet.

She could not wait for her marriage to lessen some of her burdens. Marrying a second son, and being away from court, would help with such things. Caroline just knew it.

Seated by herself at a table near the middle of the gardens, the young woman watched as other lords and ladies swept about the space. This celebration was meant to announce the betrothals for her cousins -- the princesses. Already, two had been announced. Daenerys would be marrying the Viper Prince while Helaena would marry the future Warden of the South. Only the eldest one had yet to be announced.

Of course the King would wish to save her until last... likely at the suggestion of Grandmother Rhaelle. Her grandmother always showed favoritism to her great niece. Grandfather Ormund did too. Caroline hated them both for it. 

Sipping on chilled Arbor gold, Caroline painted on her sweetest smile when a familiar face approached her table. At least the girl’s idiotic cousin was not in tow with her. Caroline could still not believe the audacity of the Rose that had been with her in the gardens earlier that afternoon. Uncle Nestor would never let the marriage pact he had been pursuing with Martin Stark to crumble. He wouldn’t.

“Congratulations to your dearest cousin, Lady Donna,” she said, taking another drink of her wine. “Your family is no doubt relieved to see Lord Willas betrothed.”

Her wording was careful, but there was a jab buried beneath all the sweetness and smiles that she gave. Her uncle had tried to suggest a marriage to the future Warden of the South once, but Caroline had refused it. What good would a Lord Paramount be to her if he could not fight to defend her?

[outcfpages]

Hydra let out a sigh and ran her hands down her face. 

“For the last time,” she said, “as a mermaid myself, we do not lure sailors to their deaths. Those are sirens. If I wanted to lead a sailor to their death, I would have done it the minute I found out I could become half fish.”

[imboldadjacent]

          Just kicking this blog off, hit like for a starter from Simon.

[kyoschma]

like this for a starter from everyone’s favorite closeted twink!

[pietysinned]

@derierii

“I should be reprimanding you for Monspeet and your... blunt... betrayal of me.” The memory makes his eyes twitch; the telepathic hang-up they’d done to him as he attempted to summon the commandments, and the realization afterwards of how truly alone he was in this war. 

“However... our goals may align moreso than you expect. Siding with the goddesses however... Elizabeth is one thing, but the archangels? We both know you can expect no justice from them. Only dirty betrayal. Lest I remind you of the tragedy they bestowed on your very own family.”     

[pentriarch]

open starter — explain?

“ Oh! Hey, uh — Didn’t expect to see you here, it’s — Y’know, it’s a little late, didn’t really expect to see anyone at this hour — “

“ Look, this isn’t what it looks like, okay? I can explain! “