#qoren: threads

[gildedheirs]

when: morning after the lemonwood banquet, month 07 of 21 ac where: lemonwood, dorne who: qoren martell & open

All of this was a disaster! Actually, he hadn't expected the fighting to culminate here, but it took longer than he thought it would for the water to overboil. The crown prince couldn't ruminate on this, a pressing matter clinging to the forefront of his mind: there was his mother, his step-father, his sisters, the twins, and his betrothed, yet there was a presence missing.

Where was Roast? Where was the little rascal that he had grown used to being by his side? He wasn’t there, by his food or water bowl, and wasn’t trying to cause a ruckus. He hadn't heard the crinkling of him sneaking food or shoes across the room either. This was strange. Something was wrong. This little voice kept nagging at him. Qoren tried to put it past him, knowing he was probably being adored by a guest and he was soaking up the attention. That’s what he wanted to hope.

Yet, Viserra had gone out in search of him the night before, almost getting injured in the fray. She hadn’t seen him either, but who could in that chaos? Now that they were to leave Lemonwood, he was afraid little Roast would be left behind. He was still young - barely out of kittenhood. He wouldn't know his way to his new home, even if he tried! That much, Qoren was certain. He had only been in Sunspear for a month!

Expecting another to come through the door, he speaks before he turns around, hands wringing in front of him. It was a cathartic motion that barely seemed to help now. "Have you found anything yet?" Then, he turns. This was not the attendant he sent into the fray. Maybe they hadn't heard anything after all. What would they do, then?

[gildedheirs]

Location: Sunspear, Dorne Time: 1-2 months before the wedding in Dorne, during the preparations for it Who: Qoren Martell & Viserra Targaryen ( @violetamaisonx )

After the events at The Red Keep, Qoren was more than eager to go back home, hoping he didn’t seem like a dog running home with his tail between his legs. In reality, he wanted to get away from the prying eyes of Westerosi, feeling more safety within Dorne. The months flew by, whether he wanted them to or not, and now people seemed to talk almost nothing else to him besides his wedding.

They would be wed soon after he blinked. He wasn’t so much counting the days before he was chained to her as others would joke, but more counting the days before the ceremonies that would be presented to the realm, as an alliance. One he would rather not have.

But his qualms were with King Aegon, not Princess Viserra. So, once she arrived, there was a sort of calm that ensued in him. He didn’t have to guess how she felt before it happened - she was here, before him, reacting to it all.

He turned to the woman before him, hoping to speak words he could not speak before. A bit more freely than they would otherwise. How many years would they be by each other’s side? He hoped that despite their distaste, they could move past it. They were here now, and what could they do against the King and Ruling Princess?

“I hope you find everything easily, Princess. If not, it can be rearranged to your liking.”