#axell 001

[myriamas]

who: @mountainvroyce where: the wedding of king cedric tyrell, in the kingdom of the reach, set prior to the departure of the vale court to deal with the increasing mountain clan issue.

it originally arose in a conversation with the ruling lord of the tor; rashid, the qamar of dorne. the princess and the lord had sat discussing the matters of the explosion within the lands of the tor, and the reassurance that was needed to the merchants within one of the growing commercial hearts of dorne. there was only so much the words of the prince could achieve from the fortress of sunspear, as she understood the sentiment of the smallfolk: loreza was already setting up the tor as her new home, and myriam would make the trip to the tor prior to returning home to sunspear.

the merchant class were important to the growth of dorne: their worries and concerns could not be avoided in favour of the ruling lords, or the military strongholds along the marches. they were the key to helping to improve the condition of dorne: they needed money to grow. it was enough to constantly defend the northern border.

the vale of arryn had seemingly taken a step back from the spiderwebs of westeros; historic neutrality, as rashid had spoken of it. how prior to the dance of dragons, the ruling arryns had held a staunch policy of neutrality: engaging only in trade, and providing military assistance to only the north as a result of a marriage between the two courts.

what if? the thoughts swirled in her mind. she did not usually involve herself in politics, and would never been seen at the side of her husband for political matters: she only hoped to hold the dornish court together, as much as could, by being a reflection of their morals. there was some hesitance in her mind as she looked at the multitude of vale courtiers in the bustling room: there was no use in saying anything until she knew and understood more.

speaking quietly to the bloodroyal of yronwood whilst they refilled glasses of wine, he had pointed out the one who was the high commander of the vale: the brother to the king consort at her question. she looked upon with curiosity, but also a sense of hesitance: was she looking at a mountain? she merely wanted to know. to know if it would be feasible to be pushed. dorne had suffered enough. her people, her lands, had suffered enough. and so, exercising careful placement throughout the course of the night, she found herself moving closer to the looming presence of the higher commander.

high commander. not lord commander. and as she moved to take a drink from the servant directly beside him, she took a sip before looking over at him. they always looked at her in such a way. not because of her individually, but because dornish women were seen as something else entirely. something dangerous, or something sexual - never anything else. "i have a question for you, my lord." she spoke, her tone light as she turned to look upon him. were all men in the vale this tall? were the women this tall? "yes, you. high commander." her accent remained thick.

[ravellaarryns]

who: @mountainvroyce​ where: beyond the walls of the vale settlements, barrowtown

perhaps it was the roaring blizzard that seemed to tear through the small bustling town of barrowtown that had installed a strange sense of foreboding to rest easily within the bottom of the woman's stomach, as though even marble and stone shook at the thunderous wind that blew dark raven curls from the top of her hooded cape, deep jewel toned indigo masking the majority of her face from view as she watched another of the messengers cross the gates of the vale settlements. it was correspondence with braavos she had been expecting, though as she watched the various pages make their way to opposite parts of the settlement with nothing but slight bows in her presence, the woman's icy orbs narrowed in disappointment. the blizzard had caused some severe disruption to the communication map of the continent, for gods knew the north was harder to traverse despite the height and altitude of the eyrie.

wrapping white furs around her as she made her way through the cast iron gates, not intending on venturing far from the settlements as the winds howled and her hair whipped in its fury, setting icy orbs upon the snowy horizon in search of another possible messenger. passing by a stone watch tower lit with a torch beneath an arch of stone, she was ready to turn on her heel and heed the advisory words of the guards that manned the main cast iron gates; the blizzard is too dangerous, and the wolves have ventured further than usual. that was, until a voice, that of a ghost, spoke to her from the shadowy arch she had just passed - causing ravella arryn to pause in her tracks. it was not shock at hearing the voice that stopped her, but the timing... for what did the ghost of runestone have that would force him to travel so far north? marble features turned, before she looked upon him; looking as though she were bracing herself for the worst, the silhouette of a giant against the shadowy wall, silence sitting between them. 

[dctyandhonor]

who: @mountainvroyce where: the eyrie

When she had gotten word of her cousin's arrival in the Eyrie, it had taken little thought to abandon her task at hand and set out to find Axell Royce. Ginny breezed down the halls, the courtyard a clear destination. Her excitement was overpowering to a point where she passed by nobles and servants alike without acknowledging them with so much as a smile.

She was out of breath by the time she sped down the steps to the courtyard, immediately zeroing in on the bustle around some horses. And then, the familiar, tall figure of Axell. "Cousin," she called out, trying to catch her breath. "I was unaware you were arriving today."