#swords.event01

[swordswunghq]

                   SWORDSWUNGHQ     //     EVENT 001 !

HERE YE, HERE YE !  at long last, the princesses’ nameday is upon us. in merely two days time, their royal highnesses will celebrate their twenty-second year amidst friends, family, and revelers from all across the seven kingdoms. come one, come all, for days of feasting, jousting, and merrymaking, coming to an end with a grand ball in the princesses’ names !

     SOON ENOUGH, THE DAY OF THE PARTY DAWNS. masses congregate in the red keep, merriment filling the air as lords and ladies alike mill about the great hall. above it all, king consort wylas tyrell stands on the dais in front of the vacant iron throne. “ welcome, welcome ! ”  he calls out, standing to address the crowd. “ it is my greatest honor to be here with you all today, celebrating yet another year for my beloved daughters. it does not seem as though twenty two years have passed, and yet here they stand--- women grown. i could not be more proud of the people they have become. ”

     here he pauses, and the smile on his face turns wistful. “ i must admit, however, i had another reason in asking you all to come. i have perhaps clung too long. and though i am loathe to say it, it is time for us to part. in just a few week’s time, the princess naemera will go to winterfell to wed lord lawren stark. princess helaena, simultaneously, will be wed to lord rickon greyjoy of pyke in the iron islands. ”

what: a ball celebrating the princesses’ nameday and betrothals. when: noon of june 28th through 11:59pm on july 1st, eastern standard time. tag: swords.event01, swords.event

[vxlarmxrghulis-blog]

HE HAD SEEN what he was supposed to be wearing to the targaryen twins name-day celebration weeks ago and yet rennick still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to wear a black tunic if he was just going to switch into one later the mere minute the excitement of it all died down. 

that’s when he found himself wondering the red keep aimlessly after the pigeon pie had been served, loosening the braided silver ties on the heavy velvet fabric of his royal blue tunic. it sat underneath a leather jerkin that matched his breeches and he would have burn the stupid thing to ashes if he could. “I look like a bloody fool,” the young bolton whispered to himself as he began to head down stone steps quickly by twos until he had reached the bottom.. but before he caught himself turning the corner he could hear someone down the narrow end of the candle lit corridor.

“expose yourself. it’s impolite to lurk around when a lord is present.”

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“you think with all the gold they’ve spent on the twins’ name-day celebration that they’d at least consider allowing more entertainment to the fill the great hall.” the candied taste of gael’s third cup of summerwine was still fresh on his tongue. he had no real interest in celebrating. the idea of being anywhere this close to the lords and ladies of merciless dragons, sly lions, stubborn stags, and humorless wolves always left a sour pit grown too far in his belly. besides, these people didn’t know what a true name-day celebration looked like nor did they understand ability to keep one’s attention with one. gael was feverlessly bored with it all. his once lush voice suckled with fruit and cheese was now as dull as the muted velvet hues of his purple tunic.

and you could see written all over his face.

he leaned his frame against the stony wall outside of the great hall, his attention shifting to the only person close enough to hear him that was a guard or a flustered squire. “although, I am surprised to hear that they’ve sprung for a dual announcement with their name-day feast and betrothals.” a thick pause followed him after. coarse black brows furrowed together in thought. “they are getting a bit old, I suppose.”

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ROYAL NAME-DAY CELEBRATIONS  have always been one of dyanna’s favorite festivities. the people, the music, the chance the twirl and drink summerwine. a lavish affair that the young allyrion girl could not wait to indulge in ever since she had the pleasure of arriving to king’s landing.

this evening she had opted for gown more suited for dorne rather than the capitol by slipping into cloth that that flowed through her fingers as easily as water and embellished satins dyed in sunset hues of deep orange. even dyanna’s normally unruly hair had been brushed thoroughly and carefully pinned together with accents of little golden suns, all of which made it easy for the girl to radiate across the great hall in easy smiles and girlish dancing as jugglers and pentoshi tumblers worked around her.

“oh!” dyanna lowered herself in a short curtsy (one she was sure could have been better attempted if she hadn’t be in such a haste) before dipping a soft hand into the palm of the person before her. a light squeeze and a tug towards the crowd, the dornish brunette seized the opportunity to meet someone new while she was drunk off her own giggling glee, “will you do me the honor of coming out to dance before all the men get soiled off their wine and bore themselves into their chambers?”