#gloriedstart

[alasdairlocke]

Alasdair was only one bite into his bread before he pulled a face. The first bite had been like trying to clamp a brick between his teeth, and the interior was so dry and crumbly that it felt like his mouth was filled with stones. “Dear gods,” He grumbled when he’d finally swallowed the morsel with the aid of some wine. “Do you think I’m the next victim and this bread was intended to poison me? If I slip into unconsciousness, I think you should question the cook.”

[hollowbrcvery-blog]

ARYANNA had been unsettled for too long. with the murders and the lockdown and worrying herself sick over her siblings, she’d hardly had a moment of peace in her mind. the only times she’d found herself calm were the nights that mei snuck into her rooms. and even then those nights ended too quickly. “walk with me?” she asked an approaching figure as she wandered aimlessly through the gardens. “another moment left alone to my thoughts might just drive me mad.”

[pxppybaratheon]

“I think by the time we leave I’ll have read every book the Keep has to offer.” She muttered, setting the tomb back onto the shelf among the others. Poppy had fetched one or two to skim over at night once she’d retired to her rooms, but after she’d been informed of a second murder, she’d begun to grow skeptical of returning home anytime soon. “Any recommendations?” 

[riverquccn]

NESTA sat with a scowl on her lips and a glass of fine arbor gold in her hand. a position that no one would be surprised to find the lady of the riverlands in, although the expression lining her face was particularly vicious that day. “i won’t hear another word about the late lord arryn or my husband’s supposed involvement in it so if you’ve come to gossip with me i suggest you turn around now before things get ugly.”

[asheffi]

ASHEFFI longed for the wide open plains of the dothraki sea, the longer she spent trapped in this city with no room to move, the more uneasy she became. she had been trapped in a place like this before and when she’d escaped she’d vowed never to allow herself to be caged, contained, again. she needed to get out. she’d found a secluded spot in the stables where she could almost trick herself into thinking she was alone, let herself get lost in the company of the magnificent creatures until footsteps sounded behind her. her eyes darted to the emerging figure, an irritated expression lining her face, words of the tongue commonly spoken here failing her.

[haera-manderly-blog]

She really wanted to see the body, look at it, see if she recognized the handiwork. But Haera was removed from the situation as a handmaid, even if she told them she was a highborn lady from a powerful family they still kept her away. Haera groaned and wished that she drank in that moment. Although Lannister lands were not far from the capital’s grandeur, she would rather be there. At least she had her own bed. Even more, though, deep inside of her, Haera wished for home. Perhaps it was seeing Rhaenys. Her hands balanced a cup and she looked utterly bored, her constant expression. “I wonder how many more are going to die? Do they think that keeping everyone confined is really going to save lives? Even dogs will start to fight if left in the same cage.”

[danelleswann]

To look at, you wouldn’t think the petite girl could make such a shriek. And yet, Danelle had shouted so loud that half of King’s Landing had more than likely heard every word. Her maid had provoked her ire, as her maids so often did, and she had responded with one of her infamous displays of her temper. She should have known it would draw the attention of a passer-by. King’s Landing wasn’t like Stonehelm, and there was always people within earshot, but as ever, she didn’t care. “Come to enjoy the show?” She called out, dark humour glistening in her expression. “Come, sit, have some wine. I’ve got nothing better to do than perform for you like a court jester. It’s fine.” 

[wintcrsong-blog]

A small smile graced aryanna’s lips, her eyes drifting skyward as she let out a breath. it was a small thing, but it always amused whenever the northern lady travelled down to the south, the way that her breath simply became part of this warm southron air. she almost missed the clouds of heat her breath left when she was at home in the north, although she held a high appreciation for the heat of the sun beating down on her shoulders, her heavy furs discarded when she’d arrived in the capital. “it’s a beautiful day.” aryanna remarked, mostly to herself, brows furrowing. “such a shame it has been marked by such a disturbing event.”