#ferrumanes

[rulcrs]

@ferrumanes​ // ELDAR TYRELL THE REACH HAS MANY HANDS. Weddings, banquets, deaths - they are all the same. They draw people and they draw want - want for tears, want for cries, want for sated hunger and thirst. Una is a Hightower first. They light the way of ships to dock and trades to buy. It lines their pockets in gold and grain; and they feed the realm with it. “We have more to spare once again, Lord Tyrell,” she quips, raven’s report in hand straight from their flowery lands. “Three thousand bushels of wheat will make for ale and drown these filthy streets with more cups than they can drink.” She knew Eldar since he was a babe. The Tyrells are Hightowers, the Hightowers are Tyrells. They have married and remarried within their own houses for centuries, and though Una is of the Stormlands now, she will always be a Hightower first. “The Reach can spare more for the upcoming weddings, I presume. My sons are to marry into Dorne and the Westerlands. If The Reach cannot, we will find a way to do so, yes?”

[rulcrs]

@ferrumanes​ (talitha dayne)

“TAL, HOW DO YOU TRANSLATE THIS?” Tucked in an little alcove in this big, bustling city, Hal reads - or at least tries - to read a Braavosi text about a women by the ports and crying for her lover. The afternoon is slow in their little world. So much has happened in this brief trip to King’s Landing that Hal finds himself in, and he is grateful for the company of a known friend. “Does it say ‘she turns her head from his love’ or ‘she turns her head towards his love?”