#7khq:starter

[davosbaratheons]

With one glance back at his ship Dalton laughed to himself, a true ship made the decorated boats that sat in Kings Landing look like toys. “It took a murder for the Iron Born to make land here, hasn’t happened in now long?” The invitation had come of course, he’d ignored it. They could keep their city, his people belonged on the sea. But the sound of murder had reached his ship, that he couldn’t ignore. “I’ve sailed all this way, someone point me in the direction of something... better than this shit.”

[scrras]

‘     please , do not finish that sentence , i do not have the time .     ’     the young lannister drolled , arms folded tightly across her breast and a look of pure boredom cross her features , though the latter was more common than one would think .

[ofstones-blog1]

                             ❛     —————   yes   ,   my   lord   ,   you   have   every   right   to   be   furious   .     ❜    very   much   like   a   MOUSE   cornered   by   a   feline   ,   meera   instinctively   shrinks   back   into   the   depths   of   discomfort   &   fear   .   the   man   hovering   above   is   twice   her   size   ,   ember   eyes   bleeding   with   accusation   ,   one   that   she   can   only   plead   not   guilty   of   .   he   doesn’t   believe   her   .   why   should   he   ?   meera   is   naught   but   a   common   handmaiden   —   no   royal   blood   coursing   through   her   veins   ;   just   tainted   blood   .    ❛     but   i   swear   on   my   LIFE   .   please   ......   i   beg   of   you   .     ❜

[redriivers]

          “what an uproar,” he observes casually, amusement and the scent of ale hanging on his lips. he doesn’t mind, of course --- such chaos and confusion is his chosen element. wherever fear strikes hearts, lords and smallfolk alike longed for sharp swords and strong men to wield them, and whatever else he is, he is surely that. “men die beyond the castle walls each day, even more beyond the city gates --- word has it there are pirates in the stepstones, and a small village near rosby has been found burnt completely to the ground.” he is not one for senseless gossip, but it would be foolish to admit to bearing witness, to trading with pirates and looting burnt bodies. “yet no one cares, not until the dead wear a white cloak --- and as it appears, not even then.” 

[hightcwers-blog]

          SKIRTS SWIRLED AROUND HER ANKLES ,      hair tumbled down her back , the warm sun dusting a golden her almost porcelain skin .      calm had settled , almost to the state of which the terror that plagued the capital was non-existant , though she knew , she knew that it was far from over and it was very much real .     but as she say in the gardens , distracted by the flowers , she thought little of much else . this was nothing like highgarden , the gardens there were more favourable but this felt like home , among the honeyed hued roses and the pink blossoms , she felt safe . 

[heavycrowned]

         it was habit that brought her here, not rational thought. usually, the godswood of the red keep was quiet, nigh deserted at any hour, but with the recent arrival of their guests, there seemed to be no place left untouched by another’s presence. wylla did not keep the old gods, but she appreciated the solitude --- though as she approached the great oak heart tree, she realized she was not alone after all. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to disturb you at prayer,” she apologized, though perhaps not as convincingly as she had hoped. 

[ofrydans]

recent events had still shaken rydan. he had lived through similar happenings or those that could be equated before, but those were times when he was the heir to the vale; now he was the ruler and had to make those decisions he never envied his father for making. it was a change that shocked him, but was one that he had rose to the challenge of and one that he knew would demand him to act thoughtfully through such current times. usually someone confident in his decisions, rydan doubted himself more and more as the days went on, mostly because his brain was working overtime on ways to ensure his, morgana’s and the vale’s safety. he wasn’t about to let someone else’s poor decisions ruin him, his house or his people; a new era had dawned on the vale and he’d be damned if he let it end prematurely.

“i fear for the climate beyond the capital once news breaks out of recent events,” rydan said aloud, mostly to himself but it’d be easy for his companion to think he were addressing them, “it can only be hoped that the lands can get through this peacefully.”

[heavycrowned]

          wylla has been drinking wine since the early afternoon. poor form, certainly, but the pressure of the past few days was beginning to get to her head, and so she’d had a case of arbor gold sent up from the cellars. cupbearers and serving girls had kept her glass full throughout the first few courses, and now, as the summer sun was setting the gardens aglow with golden light, she was well and truly in her cups. as the music swelled, she rose ( rather unsteadily ) from her seat on the raised dais, glancing around before setting her sights on a nearby attendee. 

          “by the gods, i don’t think i could eat another bite --- i must do something else. please, dance with me !” she implored, failing to contain a burst of giggles.