#ft. matheos

[solwinters]

late night after the masquerade, the halls of casterly rock @brokenxxwings

things had began to calm down, all of the many wounded were escorted to be taken care of. chatter and armoured footsteps fill many of the halls. steffon, followed by an array of tyrell guards reunites with the rest who had been looking for elinor. just across the hall, he locks eyes with half - brother and wordlessly approaches him. " elinor is gone. " tone is a mix of both the anger that seethes beneath and finally, the admit of defeat. " she was last seen leaving with that filthy, greyjoy rat. " words full of spite, they echo throughout the hall. whether she had left willingly or not ( steffon did not doubt one bit that she would happily run off into the sunset with her lover ), he would treat the matter as what it was to him and the rest of the realm by law. " aeron greyjoy has kidnapped our sister and he must be punished for it. "

[solwinters]

casterly rock, third day of the celebrations, after the great joust. @brokenxxwings

steffon finds himself conflicted; while he is glad the longsword of pure gold will be highgarden's, did it have to be his bastard half - brother that ensured such win? it is all put aside, though as perhaps the ruling lord would need matheos and his good graces in the days to come, so he approaches younger brother with nothing but pride once the joust is over. steffon himself suffered very minor injuries for the stark had knocked him off his horse with such ferocity ( these northerners really had it out for him ), a slight limp barely visible in his walk.

" there he is, our winner! " a hand reaches out to pat his back, then push at his shoulder affectionately. it had been so long ago since they had such an interaction, perhaps too long, before steffon realized how insulting matheos' bastard status and presence in highgarden was to his lady mother.. and then, he was out of their sights for years to come. now, his demeanor was nothing but a reminder of their good, old times. " we must celebrate, brother. it's been so long -- wine must spill. "