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[dutifulwolf-blog]

❅  starter for @arrynheir   for a kingdomofseven event

         The morning of the wedding, Sansa awoke to the sounds of the Vale preparing for the day that was about to happen. Her wedding. Sansa had woken earlier than she had planned and just sat at her bed, thinking about the day that was about to happen. The rest of the day went fast as if a blur but it was a happy one and she did hope it would go fast. Before she knew it, it was time for her to be wed.

Her dress was made of white Myrish lace with beading work of ice grey that shone in the candle light of the sept and she had on the maiden cloak of her house on her back. Her heart beat fast and full excitement. Since her father was dead, Robb was the one to escort her to the altar and she saw her husband to be waiting with the Septon for her to arrive. “You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection,” the Septon said and so her cloak was removed and replaced with the one of his house, a field of red and white diamonds. Joining hands with her almost husband, Sansa smiled at him as the Septon sealed their souls and made them one. “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days.” After that they sealed their words with a kiss and she could hear the crowd cheer but they did not wait long before going to the Godswood. It could not compare the Godswood of Winterfell and was more of a garden with a statue of the Weirwood tree.

She was again escorted by the head of her household, Robb, to the much smaller ceremony with only family and close friends where Harrold was waiting by the tree. Since he had no male head of household, Petyr Baelish was the one who asked who comes and that was when she started her ascent to the tree. It made sense that it was him that did the ceremony since he had been the one to first arrange a union between the two. “Sansa of house Stark, Princess of the North, a woman grown,” she heard her brother answer and she felt proud that he giving her away. He asked who came to claim her and then Harrolds titles were said, then Robb’s after as he was the one to give her. With the vows said, they were married in the eyes of the Old Gods and the New. She felt that her family were there with her even her mother and father.

“We are married now, Harry,” she said grinning and placing a kiss on his cheek.

[thornedmargaery-blog]

@arrynheir Your Grace King Harrold, I hope that this letter finds you well. I admit that this is a particular line of correspondence I would have hoped to have established weeks prior, however our situation in the Westerlands continued to require my full attention - a fact which I know you will be graciously considerate of. I will not bore you with the details of ongoings which are out of your range of aid as King in the Vale, but times have been trying - as we expected them to be - and as you well know, the looming threat of the Greyjoy-Lannister problem continues to go unanswered. Though it remained never far from my mind that I was in need of beginning communications with you, I admit humbly that I did succumb to these stressors which are in most cases better left to the guidance of my husband, and was rendered a bit frail in recent times. I apologize for it.  However, despite my slowed start, I believe wholly that we still remain firmly ahead and able to set forth the next stages of how to navigate the continued pacification of Westeros. By this, I refer to addressing the problem of the former Queen Regnant, Daenerys Targaryen.  During the celebration at Fury’s Keep hosted by my husband, I happened upon a shocking discovery: Daenerys Targaryen, in our midst. Perhaps this was not new information to you, but I was taken aback by this revelation - it was until this moment that I was under the impression she continued to dwell in Meereen, where it was believed - by everyone, so far as I knew - that you sent her months prior. I approached her there, and perhaps naïvely I attempted to learn of her intentions. She betrayed nothing of great value, other than the knowledge that she is dwelling somewhere in Dorne, under the protection of the eldest Dornish Prince, Quentyn Martell. I cannot say what the involvement of King Doran may or may not be. I also cannot be certain of what King Stannis may or may not know, given the alliance brought on by his daughter and the youngest Martell.  I cannot undo the words I have exchanged with you in the past. It is true that I greeted your ascension coldly, and for that you may assume the leanings of myself and His Grace in regards to this issue. But the reality lies to the contrary. In your time as King, we have heard of prospering in the Vale, and simultaneously we have heard nothing of terror brought on by dragons. As we all know in Westeros, Daenerys Targaryen is very much the child of her predecessors - and therein lies the problem. It is my belief that her cause is not simply for the retaking of the Vale, but for the retaking of Westeros and the Iron Throne. This cannot pass.  I recognize that our paths have not always crossed kindly, and for that I apologize - my behavior towards you has lacked the courtesies you were due, and those that were instilled in me. However, I believe that we hold similar goals in mind: the maintenance of the current schema of regions and rulers in Westeros, and the end of the violence in the Isles led by Euron Greyjoy and Tywin Lannister. Though Westeros is a successfully split realm, we remain stronger when we stand together. I pray you think the same.  While I was unable to garner the full trust of the former Queen, I believe she has an interest in striking some sort of alliance with Renly. I managed to procure a meeting, the date of which has yet to be known, between myself and Quentyn Martell. Perhaps Daenerys believes that should the Dornish Prince convince me of her cause, I will then convince His Grace to offer her military aid. Other than our council here, you are the only other person to be made privy to this information. I have chosen this path, because I would like for you to journey here to the Westerlands and prepare with me a line of questioning that I might deliver to Quentyn Martell. In this way, anything you may wish to know may be ascertained during this meeting, which I then will relay to you after he has left Fury’s Keep. Though I normally would not wish to involve myself in the complicated mess of deception, I see no other way to maintain Westeros as it is. I would ask that you keep this matter private, so as to avoid information reaching Daenerys’ ears through unsavory channels. We must squash her plot before it can be properly fostered into a true threat. I hope you will agree, and I eagerly await your response. Earnestly, Margaery Baratheon Queen of the Rock and the Reach 

[thevale-knight-blog]

Harrold & Jorgan |

@arrynheir

It was another day that Jorgan had wished to miss duties from, but he did not do that anyways. The knight was positioned in the training camp, were a group of boys were training with their dreams of becoming knights, or something. They were so horribly bad, though, that Jorgan knew it will be quite the time until they got on even the lowest level a knight could be on. He watched as two boys were ‘dueling’ with their wooden swords and shields, slamming onto each other, forgetting everything that the knights and trainers have told them. Fortunately for them, he was not the one on duty to train them, at least for now. If he was, though, they would probably get a good beating for ignoring instructions and orders. It was almost noon when all the servants, knights and people overall started disappearing in order to eat or rest. Jorgan, on the other hand, did not want any of that. Right now, the only thing that could help him live through the day was a walk around the castle, or a good woman. Since he did not want to bother with finding one, however effortless it would’ve been, he decided to to take the first option. His walk was around the halls was nice and relaxing, only to be interrupted by his squire Finn. Normally, the boy was no problem for the knight, but whenever Jorgan was summoned somewhere, he was never found in person. Instead, Finn always managed to find him and bring the news to him. He was sometimes grateful for this though. 

This time, the summon was from his king, Harrold, which he did not mind that much at all. “Go rest.” he ordered his servant, and waited for his steps to echo away before departing for Hardyng’s chambers. Once he arrived, he took a breath and knocked on the massive doors of the royal room. After he heard the distinctive ‘Enter.’ from the inside, he walked in, to find the King sitting on a chair at the one side of the massive table, with his back facing Jorgan. It appeared that he preferred the company of wine this afternoon. “You summoned me, your Grace. What is it, that you need from me?”