#jon valles

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Current Events (June 2017)

THE EAST:

Jon Valles is dead. Alexandir Godiva has been (falsely) accused of his murder and awaits his trial. Jon Valles’s funeral is held. The Fontaines (and Isabella Quincy) prepare to move to their new home in the North. Celia Beaumont has been returned home by James Garin, but Avelina has imprisoned him.

THE NORTH:

Rowlin Stafford has reached his eighteenth name day and has gained control in the North. The North celebrates Remembrance Day. (for more info on what Remembrance Day is, see here)  

THE SOUTH:

Rob Barret has made a deal with Dezod to obtain a dragon of his own. He finds the promised dragon egg and shares the news with the Southern Resistance.  

THE WEST:

So having Western characters is a completely new thing for the rival!!! Yay!!!! I don’t have any events for them, yet, since we are all just starting to set up the characters and get things rolling there. Don’t worry! Events will be coming :)

[laurenplayspeople]

fun fact: just watched the ODR trailer again and physically shuddered when Valles showed up.

A+ job guys. You’ve ruined Rufus Sewell for me forever. <3

[romaynevitalis]

ooc | Jon & Romayne

mainly b/c i’m like wtf would this even be, but we should have them interact for .2 seconds before jon dies yayyyyyy (heads up romayne won’t like him but that’d be kinda strange if he did)

[dmitreimassard]

You Win or You Die | Jon & Dmitrei

One way or another, Jon Valles would be dead by nightfall. Even if it meant that Dmitrei must take the life, himself. Still, he had three pawns poised to do the job for him, however, and the odds that one of them should take his life seemed rather in his favor, be it by Arrington, Godiva, or Montagu hands. 

Dmitrei arrived at Fontaine that morning. He was playing the part of dutiful servant. Jon Valles saw him as a man who had connections, but who would be easily tossed aside and trampled upon when he was finished with him. He expected Dmitrei to stay close to him now, reminding him of his friendship and what he had done to help him secure his Beaumont bride so that when he was king, he would be rewarded. And Dmitrei would not give him any reason to believe otherwise that his motives were otherwise.

He was admitted into Valles’ chambers by a small servant girl who look terrified to show him the way. The room was dark, save from the light from the fire. Still, he could tell that he was dressed in his house colors: all blacks and silvers. He was ready for the day to begin, it seemed.

And so was Dmitrei.

“My lord,” He said, bowing low. Dmitrei approached him slowly, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. “They say your lady looks so beautiful today, that men all across the city are dying at her feet.” He allowed himself a smirked then, “Tread carefully, my lord, lest you be one of them.”

[arthurarrington]

Jon Dies at the End | Arthur & Jon

Arthur had never seen such a sight in all of his years. The Beaumonts never wanted coin and now all of Aragoth would know that only the Queen herself might outdo Lynessa Beaumont. Or rather Lynessa Valles. He must get used to that, he supposed. 

The wedding itself had been one thing, but the celebration after was another. The wine flowed like water and there were singers and entertainers from all over Aragoth. There was dancing and music and more courses than Arthur could count (and more still on the way, it would seem). 

It had not gone smoothly, but then with Valles as the groom could anyone except otherwise? He and Alexandir Godiva, both quite drunk from all that wine, had made a scene. Arthur said nothing, but he agreed with every word Alexandir said and would have told him so, if he hadn’t taken his leave directly after. 

Arthur had been chatting with Elyzabeth Fontaine and when she left to rejoin her sisters and cousin, he realized he had not seen his sister for some time. This would not have worried him if he hadn’t noticed at that moment, that Jon Valles was no longer at his spot beside his bride. Comments he had made about his sister flooded back to him and his blood boiled. Would even Valles be so bold to seek her out at his own wedding? 

Perhaps he had only made those threats to watch Arthur’s reaction, but Arthur would not take that chance. He grabbed the nearest serving boy by the collar, “Have you seen my sister?”

He must have had a look of murder in his eyes for the servant trembled, “Please, your grace! I saw her heading towards the Hall of the Gods.”

Arthur released him, wondering if he spoke true. Cordelia was a religious girl but he did not think she would suddenly feel as though she ought to pray in the middle of her cousin’s wedding celebration. Finishing his cup in one fluid motion, he handed it, emptied, to the boy before going to the Hall, himself. 

It was cool and quiet. He saw no sign of his sister, but he was not alone. Jon Valles was there beneath the altar of the hero. 

“Lord Valles? What are you doing here?” He asked, “Giving thanks to the gods for your good fortune?” But he already knew that this was not his answer. 

[alexandirgodiva]

When the Lions Come | Alexandir & Jon

The night was young, but already Alexandir could see that the wine steward was losing stamina. He was tasked with running back between his table and Avelina’s (who was situated as far across the hall from him as she could manage) filling their wine glasses as quickly as they could drink them and then back to the kitchens so he might refill his pitcher. 

“Ah, Valles,” He said, “I never thought I’d live to see the day when we would become brothers.” The thought of him replacing Droyn almost made “What a happy occasion tomorrow will be,” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Tell me, are you happy with your bride to be? What a silly question,” He said, taking a huge gulp of wine from his glass, “Of course you are. She is lovely, isn’t she? As is her mother. Though that might be her one redeeming quality. That and her love for her daughters. I will let you in on a secret: she is more dangerous than she looks. She is a lioness in raven’s feathers, after all.” He sat back in his chair, eyes dropping to his cup that he had drained. “I wonder if we will be ready when the lions come for us.” 

He had had too much wine and the words were spilling from his mouth before he thought them through. Still, his head was clear enough to wonder what Avelina thought of Jon Valles. Perhaps Alexandir, himself, was Jon’s own savior. He wanted to laugh at that. Another cruel joke from the gods. She hated him so much that even Valles looked like a saint in comparison. 

She meant to come at him, claws sharp enough to rip his heart out, but did she mean to go after Jon, too? Alexandir wasn’t so sure. 

[renfrymoran]

ooc | Jon & Renfry

I feel like Renfry is the only person in Aragoth who liked Valles. Like, he's not gonna cry when he hears that he's gone, but I think he def liked his style.