#cedric 001

[fromspringandfire]

setting : highgarden, sometime after the old way weddings, before the kingdoms began departing ;; @visxionaries

the return to highgarden felt entirely strange to laena of house oldflowers. while the reach was completely her home, she had not been here in some months, in the pause between the taking of the iron islands and the civil war of the reach, her brother requested she join the lannister’s of lannisport’s household for the time being. though lannisport did not bring back entirely fond memories, laena believed a change of scenery, and safe haven, was her best option.

but wars end, and when a victor was crowned and wedding bells rang, kingdoms all over traveled to celebrate such an occasion. despite her reservations, she wanted to see her grandmother, her brother, her sister, and deep down, selfishly, she wanted to see him, too. but she would not entertain such desires. not again.

yet that was the thing about illicit affairs and little white lies, they buried themselves in your soul and taunted your mind, over and over again, until your thoughts were not your own. the talking in the room around her had become white noise, a background to the notions that always seemed to be just behind lilac hues. a louder voice, however, announces the arrival of the king.

the king.

and suddenly laena found herself attempting to fall to the back, back into the shadows she managed to stay in since her arrival, burying herself into her dressmaking, filling her time with things that genuinely kept her busy, but she was one of the last to make her way to the side along with the crowd, and therefore found herself at the front. the doors opened, and the crowd dipped down.

she forced her gazed to look upon the marble floors, but her ears honed in on footsteps that drew nearer her way. it would happen, he would pass, and it would be done. don’t look up. laena willed it, her mind practically screamed it, but it only took a moment where amethyst orbs gazed upward, and she swore that they had met with cerulean. the same they had the first time, a lifetime ago.

her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest. it was only a moment. it was only a moment and then it was over and the crowd rose again, though her legs felt like they may give way under the weight of everything she felt in that fleeting moment.

did he see her?

[casterlygldcs]

who: @visxionaries​ where: goldengrove, the reach what: conversation set following garland hightower’s intention of divorce, after the return of the westerland troops

Time and time again they seemingly found themselves within this very situation; sat across opposites of a desk, attempting to ignore the growing tensions and frustrations that no doubt came with attempting to bind together the two greatest realms in the entirety of Westeros. With greatness seemed to come sloth and laziness, fickleness and the inability to devote oneself; when it felt as though one was at the top of the world, it was easy to realise all it took was a mistake on one's own behalf to send themselves tumbling. 

Tumbling down great heights, making a misstep that would lead to a cracked skull on a ground, staining something so precious with mere mortal blood. "Tell me, Your Grace. Is this supposed to be some hand you have waited to play since I discarded of your sister?"

Hardened emerald orbs looked upon the King of the Reach that sat opposite him within the halls of Goldengrove; there was no way the two men would not meet in regards to the issues that had been brought about as a result of the annulment between his own kin and Lord Garland Hightower. The border between the two kingdoms was well enough, and besides, Tyland did mean to look further into the Rowans for reasons of his own.

“House Lefford is of my blood - this is an affront, nothing less.”

What excuse would he hear this time? Foolishness, for the couple had not been married long enough to claim being barren as a possible issue in their union. There was no other reason for an annulment that could go through, apart from infidelity - and that had already been ruled out on behalf of his cousin.

Lord fucking Hightower, whose disgrace of a family had already caused enough upheaval within the realm as a result of one's inability to listen to the wishes of a King - he had made his bets, and he had come to regret it when his presence was not where it needed to be, in the right time. "What grounds does he cite for such brazen disgrace now?" The Lion King cared not for the grounds Lady Lefford seemingly has tried to scrape together for herself, no doubt attempting to salvage the last of her reputation as a result of being discarded by her Lord husband.