#lucianmoran

[margerymortain]

North & South | Lucian & Margery | Flashback

Lady Mortain had grieved for years, but now it was time to cast aside her mourning gowns and find herself a new husband. A powerful husband. Her dedication to her dead husband had only been for show, of course. She had opted to mourn for him longer than what was required of a wife, but that was only to show the Southerns that their dear departed lord was never far from her own thoughts. 

Lord Moran was set to arrive any day now. There had once been talks between her late husband and Lord Moran in making an alignance between the two families with his niece Alia and one of her stepsons, but all of her stepsons were now cold in the grave, aside from Loys who was happily engaged to a Beaumont and while Margery would have then wanted Britta for Rowlin, it seemed the west made their moves before she could. Still, she was widowed and so was he. 

There may yet be a union between House Mortain and House Moran.  

Spying the red and gray banners of House Moran from her window, Margery quickly gathered together a few notables to welcome them. She purposefully left her son undisturbed. 

“Ah, Lord Moran,” She said, sinking into a low curtsey, “Come you and your men must be weary from such a journey.” She said, leading them into the great hall. She fell into step with Lucian, dark eyes taking him in. He had aged well, she noted. And while he appeared strong (both of mind and body unfortunately) Margery was certain that she had enough charms left to sway him when she wanted to.

“You will forgive my son for not being able to welcome you. He is kept very busy, at present.” 

[renfrymoran]

Kill You in Your Sleep | Renfry & Lucian

It was easy, even for someone as incompetent as Isac, to pick off some of the lesser Staffords. People were dying off all the time in the North and no one looked twice when they were all Staffords. 

The more popular Staffords would be harder. And then, of course, there was always his brother. Still, Renfry was confident in himself, even if he had less confidence in Isac. 

The quarters he shared with his wife in the castle were modest -- too modest for Renfry’s taste who waited everyday for the raven that would tell him that Lord Grancourt had finally passed on and left him the inheritance he had earned for putting up with his weeping sister. 

She was moping about today, white as death, as she did most days and Renfry was eager to be rid of her company. As soon as Grancourt was his, he foresaw an accident in her future. 

Just as he closed the door behind him, he turned to see his brother coming up the hall. No doubt only a visit to Renfry himself had brought him to this side of the castle. He doubted that he wished to speak with Lavina. (But then, he doubted anyone would). “Ah, there you are, brother dear,” He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “You’ve come to scold me for something or other, hmm? Some things never change.” He muttered, 

“Don’t you ever tire of wearing that scowl all the time? You know, you might try having a bit of fun now and again. After all, someday soon no doubt, you will be dead.” He paused, “If I were you, I would relish these moments. Use them to really, take control,” He said, emphasising this point by raising his hand and making a fist, “Show the North who really rules them, eh? There’s not too much time left, before our insufferable nephew takes your job.” 

[amiawystan]

ooc | Mia & Lucian

idk if he knows she’s here, but i can already see his face like “rational young girls do not abandon their responsibilities to become bar wenches b/c they miss their sisters” 

[sysleydufey]

ooc | Lucian & Sysley

[margerymortain]

ooc | Lucian & Margery

otp to end all otps

[rowlinstafford]

I Summon You | Lucian & Rowlin

"What news, uncle?" Rowlin asked, seated as he was in his own lavish chambers. He did not care especially what was happening in the North or the South or even the Imperial City, itself. He uncle ruled and until Rowlin could assert his full authority, he had little care for politics. 

But he had summoned his uncle to him because he could. It gave him pleasure to see every man in the north follow his commands like faithful dogs. Lucian Moran still had his own power, but it was slipping faster and faster through his fingers and soon everything would be Rowlin's. 

He smirked as he thought about his uncle having to serve him, entirely.

"You did well in finding me a bride," He said, rubbing his thumb and index finger together as he nearly always did before he said something he knew would produce an amusing reaction. "I hope you find your future bride to be to your liking." He smirked, from what he knew of her, she was said to be old (her own daughter was older than Rowlin) and not a great beauty. If she had been, it had faded long ago. 

"My own bride to be is everything I had hoped for: she is young, beautiful, a woman of noble birth, and ... she knows her place." He wondered if he would have trouble with her. It was whispered that she ruled the south in all but name and he wondered if she would forget herself and consider him to be an equal. 

[rowlinstafford]

ooc | Rowlin & Lucian

i just realized that we have several nephew/uncle relationships in this rp, but i'm pretty positive that this one will def be the most loving and functional. <333