who: @garrick-cargyll where: the coronation of king jaehaerys targaryen, second of his name. brianna is stood in a congregation with the other greens, who all seemed to have been placed together; around her are the other noble lords and ladies of those who fought for the name of aegon.
dark, vivid orbs flickered through the various faces that seemed to be stood within the mighty halls of the red keep. never before had brianna of stone hedge stood within these halls, nor had she looked upon the iron throne; how uncomfortable it appeared, for the thousands of swords would no doubt slice through the flesh of those who were supposed to sit upon it. slice through the human element of the king, and force them into more of a statue: it was then she remembered the targaryens were not men, but they were gods. untouchable, and once again, the large amount of stormlanders present had reminded her of the fact they had taken more land.
and the steps, or the stepstones, which was always said with much importance and foreboding, though she did not always understand why. what was so special about the stepstones? or signifiant?
her hands clasped together before her black skirts, threaded with prints of maroon and forrest green; though more in an effort to keep herself from fidgeting at such a coronation. her eyes caught with fiona and anastacia both, stood amongst the vale congregation, and she pulled a slight face at them before fixing her face. there came the blasting sounds of trumpets and drums, to some tune that sounded otherworldly, that sounded valyrian. her breath held slightly as she watched the doors, readying for them to open, feeling the same breath being held across the crowd.
king jaehaerys targaryen, second of his name, the conqueror. the man who had taken the crown, and had risked a second dance erupting. surrounded by stormlanders, by westermen, or at least that was what she had heard.
they were all stood together, it appeared; and even though brianna had not been educated in matters of politics, it were obvious this were a statement. all the greens were with one another. she glanced to her side, noting the similar features of the man of golden tooth she had seen some months ago at the wedding of the king of the reach, remembering the way she had seen him from across the room and remembered all the times she had seen him before. how he had always caused her heart to beat, and whilst their orbs met, there was no amused smile that crossed their features at this event. she almost felt like she would not dare, not here. her eyes lingered for a moment, before looking to the left.
lord garrick of house cargyll was a man she knew from the brief time he had stayed at stone hedge to have a wound cleansed by a maester that was at risk of being infected. she remembered taking one look at it, after much badgering, and realising due to the colour slowly going yellow, it would need cleaning more regularly in the hours before a maester could see the lord. within a few days he had left, once again accompanied by her brother's legion, to continue fighting across the riverlands. she looked at him, almost impatiently, wondering when the moment would come where the king would be revealed.
and when the doors opened, her well known dark brows raised. and then narrowed. seriously narrowed, in confusion, and in shock. what kind of joke was this? "what the fuck does vaegon velaryon think he be doin stood dere at a king's coronation?" brianna muttered under her breath, maintaining moments of eye contact with garrick. her face nodded towards the man that had just emerged from the other side of the doors. this was the man that had found her stood upon a chair some days earlier, and had tried to offer her coin for some godsforsaken reason. "not proper that be. real odd. what be the proper way to say it?"
"queer."