#loyal:crownlands

[gysellagreyjoy]

She had wanted to skip the service in the sept. She would pray to no god that was not her own, and The Drowned God did not accept prayers that were not uttered into the depths of the water. She had intended to submerge herself in the Blackwater and hold a service of her own, private but no less holy than whatever show was going on in the sept. Unfortunately, it became very clear that it was called the Blackwater because it was just that - black. The water was filthy, and stunk like shit. She did not want to go near it, much less drown herself in it. And so she did the next best thing she could. She caused chaos. 

The maids had been confused when she had asked them to prepare a bath. They were even more confused when she got in and lay down, fully clothed, moments before she was expected at the mass. She limped to the Sept of Baelor, dripping all the way, hair curling in wild, wet tangles. For the first time since her injury, she didn’t mind being looked at. In fact, she welcomed it. She caught the eyes of another, and a smirk grew over her face. “You have your Gods, and I have mine.” was her only explanation. 

[amereilannister]

“The Sapphires bring out my eyes, don’t you think?” Amerei asked  the other, holding the earring up to the side of her face to demonstrate her point. It was a fancy thing, unusual shaped and full of gems heavy enough to weigh down the earlobe, but it was pretty, and at the end of the day, that was all Amerei wanted to be. “But then again, I do so love how I look in red.” In the other hand, she held a ruby stud, and she looked at it with something like longing in her eyes. “Which would be better for the feast, do you think? My gown will be white, of course, and that will go with everything.” 

[starswhisper]

                      she  has  never  seen  the  various  gardens  of the  red  keep  so absolutely  teeming  with  people .  what  has  served  myriam  as  a  thoroughfare  between  one  location  and   the  next  is  now   an  obstacle   she  must  overcome .  the   westerosi  lords  &  ladies  walk   at   a  snail’s  pace  &  in such  close  proximity  that  it  is  impossible  to  pass through  without  a gentle  shove  or the  clearing  of  the  throat . with  a  roll of  her  eyes , she  tucks  the  missive  into  her  bodice   and searches  for an opening. 

                                  ❛ pardon me ,  ❜ she  begins ,  seeing  her  pathway  of  escape   just beyond  the  individual , braavosi  accent  lilting  off  of  her  tongue ,  ❛ might i pass ? ❜

[daceybaratheon]

It had taken an immense amount of coaxing, quietly uttered words and small movements, but now, Dacey cradled in her hand a small bird that nestled happily between her palms. She hadn’t expected such when she had climbed the steps of the Red Keep to peek over the walls at the sprawling city below, but it was a joy to find. King’s Landing was certainly different from The Stormlands. In her life, Dacey had hardly ever left Red Watch until she was wed, and the time since had been spent exclusively at Storm’s End. The land of her home was sparsely populated, and there were no cities. She had never been confronted with so many souls before, and to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. What if the other Lords and Ladies did not like her? She did not think she could bear it. But perhaps this little bird was as lost as she was. If nothing else, she had made at least one friend here, even if he did have a beak. Her fingers smoothed over his soft feathers, and she brought it closer to her face to examine it further. 

It was then that the bird tensed in her hand, and she could feel its heart beating erratically as it raised its wings in preparation to flee. It had noted the footsteps before she did, and she peered over her shoulder, curious at the new arrival. “Oh! Please, don’t be too loud?” She begged, though a flush came over her cheeks when she realised how bossy the demand sounded. “I just don’t want him to fly away,” she shifted a little, showing them the small creature she held. “Isn’t he a darling?” She cooed. 

[proudpoet95]

Vincit Omnia Veritas