#swords.start

[bvrnedtm]

Erena hated the south, hated the way its heat clung to her and the humidity choked her every breath. If only the weather had been a touch cooler, she might not’ve been wearing such a pronounced grimace. Lightly wiping at the sweat just starting to bead upon her brow, she groaned at no one in particular. “I do wish it weren’t so…hot.” A true Northerner, she had never dealt well with the high temperatures. She also had no qualms making her feelings known. “I don’t know how anyone could live like this.”

[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.”

[salvationpassed]

Corenna had never seen such elegance in a building. Backhaven had always been so dreary but the red keep was so bright, light streaming from seemingly everywhere. The young lady of blackhaven watched as servants and other nobles walked around the courtyard from above. She jumped slightly at the sound of steps right behind her. “Oh!! Am I in the way?? Or were you just looking for me???”

[bvrnedtm]

“Please rest now, sweet girl.” Light cooing that sounded almost desperate in its delivery. With only three months of motherhood under her belt, Ryella was still struggling with deciphering what her infant’s cries each meant. Faced with a much fussier Arya than she was used to ever since their arrival in King’s Landing, she was at a loss as to what her daughter needed. In all honesty, it was everything the Stark could do not to cry herself. She’d spent the entirety of her pregnancy fearing she would fail her child, and it seemed that fear was hellbent on proving itself true. “I wish you could simply tell me what you needed.”

[vxlarmxrghulis-blog]

“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.”

[vxlarmxrghulis-blog]

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?”

[salvationpassed]

Kings landing was so loud and yet Leona found herself missing the sounds of the docks and the crashing sea. At least in the red keep, she could find some silence around the preparations for the celebrations. Even the colours around the red keep were so much brighter than at home and she longed for the calm it brought, and calm was nothing she could find here.The only joy she had found within the keep was the laughter of the young lords and ladies filling the courtyard.

gently nudging a ball back to the young owner, Leona turned to the sound of steps coming into the courtyard. Giving a kind nod she gestured to the children. “Aren’t they the absolute definition of innocence??”