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Location: The Vale, the Eyrie Closed starter for @falcxnking

Few things had brought Seffora as much joy as being asked by her father to accompany him in his journey to the Vale. Gulltown had been interesting enough, a town she had never visited in the past, but the highlight of the trip was without a doubt their visit to the Eyrie. Father didn’t entirely let escape her chores even while they were away from home, unfortunately. Therefore some books curated by her tutors had been packed for the sake of pleasing his wish for her to continue her studies. He always said a sharp mind was a gift and that an education was a blessing -and Seffora agreed, of course- but there was some irony in the fact that he didn’t quite perceive her mind as sharp. Perhaps that was why he was so insistent on her continuing to study, to be tutuored...

It was her second day on the Eyrie and she had only been reading for about an hour when she decidedly shut the book with a heavy thud. No handmaidens were in sight to keep her company and no guards appointed to the guest room she’d been given so the young lady was light on her feet as she scurried away from the room and ended up seeking for her childhood friend. Surely Rhys had better things to do, duties to attend to, but when she caught sight of him she subtly beckoned him to join her. The world wouldn’t collapse if she stole just some minutes of Lord Arryn’s time. A good catch-up was in order, really.

#rhys: 01

Location: The Vale, The Eyrie Closed starter for @falcxnking

“Your highness,” the soldier bowed his head as soon as he entered the throne room of the falcon king, his manner of showing respect inherently of YiTish form. It had been his sister, Ravella, whom Ren first met while in Braavos, but here it was King Rhys he’d sworn to serve. He understood trust was something he yet had to earn from many of the Valemen, especially their monarch. And so he’d let his skill and his actions speak for themselves first, showing that even a man like him, of apparent lower status —a man who carried a hidden dishonor— could be noble and loyal, serving with integrity. “What can I do for you?” he inquired, as he’d been summoned to see the king.

#rhys: 01 #keeping it short and sweet

Location: The Vale, the Eyrie Set during the four-month time jump (after Elyse’s wedding) Closed starter for @falcxnprince

The members of House Arryn became an extension of the Northern pack in Adam’s eyes after Rosa became a part of his family. They were her kin, her loved ones, and in turn vowed to look after them within his possibilities— to stand by them as much as the distance between their vale and the wintry lands of his home allowed. And frankly, the Stark prince did take a genuine liking to the family of his sister-in-law even prior to the wedding that united falcons and wolves. Perhaps the lone wolf and the falcon prince were an unlikely pair to become friends, as both carried themselves with a sort of sullen reservation that didn’t often invite opportunities for friendship. Or maybe it was precisely due to their similarities that the two of them were bound to end up getting along.

Haunted by recent events and the Northern lives lost, Adam was only marginally getting past the horrible experience Beyond the Wall. A change of scenery was to be helpful, suggested his siblings, convincing him to take some time away from home and visit the Eyrie. Cass and Bethany prodded at him for their own reasons, though he knew Torrhen’s suggestion to visit his wife’s homeland also came with another very particular aim in mind.

Adam’s injuries had healed nicely over the past month or so, his gait and poise entirely back to normal, though still getting used to new scar tissue on his body and across his brow. The man carried himself with a sort of gloomy disposition that was very familiar for his siblings but not so much to the Vale folk who ran into him during his walks around the Eyrie. Northern brooding, he’d heard some whisper. It was on such a walk that the Prince of the North spotted his friend in the company of a little girl and a pair of maidservants who were left in charge of the smiling, dark-haired girl. Adam headed in that direction, seeing the women depart with the child. “Rhys,” the Northerner greeted his friend, a subtle smile appearing on his lips for a second. “She looks like you,” he noted, looking in the direction the girl and her companions walked away. “Is she yours?”.