location : in front of royce chambers ⏲ day five , masquarade from : sora arryn , lord of the eyrie to : kella royce , lady of runestone [ @soulrcts ]
sora has seen battles first-hand, smelled the iron soaking the soil and helmets littering the ground. he has been wounded and beaten in combat, he has come here to king's landing and managed to stand in a room with maelor in it and not look away from the stage — but all of that, for some ridiculous reason, seems to pale in comparison to the nerves he feels now. dressed in expensive, carefully picked silks that contrast against his skin, a golden mask digging into his face; sora arryn is undeniably nervous. perhaps it is not part of the customs to visit the royce's chambers before they are married, yet he wants to be the one to accompany kella downstairs, to hold out an arm and be the person by her side. the fact that he cannot wait to see her is an element of this decision, as is the plan that has been ruminating in his mind for days after the tournament. so, the young arryn paces in front of the door to her chambers, waiting for her to come out, not knocking just yet. he ponders if he should, when the door opens, and he freezes at the sight of her. more than simply going speechless, he's frozen by how ethereal she looks, cannot find the right words to phrase it. jaw opens and closes, and his voice is hoarse when he speaks. "hey —" clears his throat, tries again. say something good. "wanted to accompany you to the ball—"