who: @omerflorent where and when: the castle of riverrun, shortly after omer florent's arrival to the riverlands to speak with the river king directly. in regards to plot events, the lyseni attack upon the river market has already happened.
she had been fifteen when discussions of being betrothed to lord omer florent of brightwater keep had begun: and in truth, she found him quite uncomely. arrogant, in the way that was not exactly funny. not to mention old, incredibly older - in reflection, brianna could understand that it was an attempt to try and lure the florents away from neutrality with a bracken dowry to fly the flag of green. they shared kin: the blackbars, being cousins to both house bracken and house florent.
whilst the betrothal did not go through, house bracken continued to keep up it's close relationship with house florent within the kingdom of the reach.
afterall, they were all distant kin: that of the four leaf clover, and spirit. spoke the same tongue, understood one another: which was why she found her attitude increasingly irritated toward the high commander of the reach. they were not of close association, but she looked upon him and thought him a traitor to an extension of his own: not only were talks occurring with the blackwoods of all people, when the deal had fallen through due to the hand's overall boyish nature, omer did not reach out to his extended kin to have them secure the ships.
to do the deal with the blackwoods, over those who were like him. as though their shared kin were not blackbars of bandallon. she hoped a horse kicked him; what else did he expect when associating with blackwoods? did he think bloody ben would not make a whore of his wife?
she knew ronan would wish to speak and settle the matter with him in the manner the two always did: she, however, believed he had no place in the riverlands and his request to see the river king should have been rejected. their people had died as a result of growing tensions, but there was no denying the support the ships would have provided: they had the funeral of children to attend of a council member. and where was the support of brethren?
and so the pair awaited ronan in tense silence, her hands remaining folded over her chest as she heard the sounds of her corgi clover pacing up and down, muddy paws upon the rug. she offered him no refreshments as he sat within the main audience chamber of the bracken apartments - she did not even offer him the chance to sit down. "he'll be here soon." there was a slight pause as she leaned over to move her dog off the rug.
"thank the gods." she mumbled, loud enough for him to hear, in a tone that was clearly irritated.
