#hammerthe

[velcryons]

@hammerthe :: starter call ( accepting )

"I mislike this place."

The words were surprisingly venomous for the usually apathetic septa. Vaenna had an ill sense about Ashford the moment the prince's retinue left King's Landing. Now in Lord Ashford's chambers, staring through the window at the grassy field that lay just outside the castle walls, the sense of dread she felt was almost tangible, as if it were moments away from grasping her by the throat.

"We should return home. To Dragonstone."

[fatestaken]

STARTER for baelor / @hammerthe ft. daemon blackfyre

'you acquit yourself well upon the tourney field.' the words seem to freeze in his throat as he speaks them and the curt smile he offers prince baelor does little in the way of reaching his eyes. that the youth was simply more skilled than him was a notion that daemon felt disinclined to acknowledge. if anything, his performance at the wedding tourney and his inevitable failure to best baelor during the last tilt could be accounted for by his distracted mind for there had been much to occupy it as of late. if he had only been in his fittest form, the young prince would have stood little chance.

'i look forward to the next tourney when we may compete yet again.' it is perhaps unfair to treat the younger targaryen with anything other than familial respect and affection given that baelor is hardly to blame for the growing disillusionment daemon has begun to feel towards the man's father. 'are you enjoying yourself? the dornish seem to have turned out in full force for these celebrations.'

[wyrdstaef]

“ congratulations, my prince. ” the dark haired woman swept a low bow, rather than a curtsy. they suited her better, and her knees were not as they once were. her spear-arm was just as well, however. lifting her head, ysilla’s smile was warm as she looked up - as shocking as it was to do so - at the newly named prince of dragonstone. “ you wear the mantle well, as i assured your mother you would. ” the last is said with a wink and a smile, eyes briefly touching upon the queen’s person. ever watchful, even at such a short distance. “ how do you find it? ”

@hammerthe, from auntie ysilla.

[woventapestries]

@hammerthe sent: ❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜ ( to rhae )

Father has never liked when Rhae wandered like Egg, even though he's rarely scolded for it just because he's a boy. It wouldn't be so bad except that Father is always busy with work or making sure Daery doesn't drown in a puddle of ale or Aeri isn't getting into trouble. Aemy was at least fun, he used to read her stories before Grandfather sent him off to Old Town to forge a chain. Daella had stayed behind at Summerhall with her books instead of coming to the tourney, and Daery and Egg are still a day's ride behind them.

So Rhae, to her great boredom, is trapped in the royal encampment and the tourney hasn't even started. Lady Gwin is nice at least, but she's also doing her very best to seem lady-like on account of her nameday, so she doesn't want to go look at the horses or see if any of the kitchen cats have any kittens to play with.

The men are sparring in their little practice list-field, she's sure that all the knights present must be as well in their other encampments. Cousin Valarr is donning his own armor and speaking with a squire, Aeri wears his armor but not his wicked helm, Daery's armor is in his tent, as empty as the pavilion still waiting for him to arrive.

Rhae perches on the barricade, Father would surely scold her if he saw but instead it is Uncle who spots her and simply raises a brow. The little girl grins and pats the beam beside her. Once her Uncle comes close and leans in to hear her better she relates the comings and going of the practice field at rapid pace. What knights she recognizes and the sigils of the ones she doesn't, who has the prettiest horse, and who has a favor from what lady, "And everyone is afraid to hit Aeri and Valarr, but Aeri won't spar with him."

Uncle nods wisely, the way he always does, considering her words before offering, "Fear cuts deeper than swords."

Rhae can't help but giggle in response, nearly toppling over from her perch before Uncle's large hand steadies her, "It's a practice sword, Uncle, it shouldn't cut him at all!"

[lary5trong]

“They try to insult my intelligence sometimes,”   the book in his hand passed from his right to his left,   eyes following the cover,   some inoffensive tale of some Northerner family's history.   No sign of what the words meant behind Larys' eyes or in his movements as he carefully slotted the tome back into its place on the shelf.   “I fear I may act stupid too convincingly.   But we all hide a part of ourselves,   but that may just be me.   Forgive me,   my prince,   you caught me in something of a contemplative mood.”

  [ … ]     lyric starter for @hammerthe

[gryffn]

@hammerthe: ❝  facts interest me. not fairytales.  ❞

royalty is so often the same—quick to offer their judgement and dispense their thoughts with little consideration that what they say may not be how it is. lazare is unsure if such a constant trait applies to baelor, different though he seems. he has been called before more than his fair share of princes and princesses, kings and queens, lords and ladies and all in between. few have surprised him.

this one may yet.

"it is not fairy tales, your grace," the witcher begins, his face as blank and cool as stone, as he casts his gaze in assessment over baelor once more. what is he to make of him? how frank may he be? it is different for every noble, and while he is not one to fall over himself to please anyone, kaer seren taught him courtly manners and knightly bearing. he deploys those teachings judiciously. he errs for deadpan honesty, as he does in so many things. "though they can often be one in the same. a monster prowls your grounds. are the bodies that lay in your cellars and the viscera left behind fairy tales?"

[misrybred]

𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 because of who she was & who she happened to married to. alicent would rather be in the keep & not the kings wood surrounded by people who could not care less about her but only the fact that they got invited to an event of the crown. it was a momentary distraction from something else that was going on ... keep the people ignorant & they will not be able to rally against you. though, for all things viserys may do poorly he was a king ruling during relative peace times. no wars will mark his time as king, no major plight to his subjects. it was easier to be known as just, as peaceful, was it not ? in a lot of ways alicent was happier for it yet it was once he was dead that bothered her much more.

@hammerthe SAID, " AREN'T YOU GOING TO WATCH THE FESTIVAL WITH US ? "

hands clasp at the queens front, head turning when the other speaks. for a moment expression is flat until she places a slight smile to her lips. it was better to be seen as pleasant than anything else or so her father would have her believe. ❛ no, i do not believe i will. ❜ the noise outside the tent seems to be growing with its clapping, hollering, & celebration. a hunt by the sound of it ? ❛ i was never much for hunting, i can admit. that is more ... something the king enjoys. ❜ was it obvious she hated being here ? eyebrow arches, ❛ do you enjoy it ? ❜

[lary5trong]

cheekbone, metacarpals

HEADCANON QUESTIONS [accepting]

cheekbone. what makes them smile?

This may come as a surprise but a lot makes Larys smile. From seeing genuine joy in others to the screams of the criminals. He has a petty love of seeing those get what he feels they deserve but he does not revel in it. Larys does not gloat or boast.

A fresh cool breeze, falling leaves, flowers in bloom, wildlife in places they belong and places they encroach in on, these bring a smile to Larys' face. Invigorating speeches and clever stories are a joy of his, even if they come from those that he opposes or disagrees with.

The biggest smiles he'll give is when someone surprises him, either by outsmarting him, betraying him without Larys having a single inkling of such a thing happening, or simply being unpredictable. The game is just that to him, a game, and he enjoys when someone is not afraid to be themselves. Even if it doesn't work out for them and especially if actions hurt Larys.

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it?

Clench their fist and bear it. If asking the Gods for help counts, he does do that, though he never concerns his Gods with political squabbles and differences amongst others at court.