#theeldestsun

[rhaelluna-a]

❛ YOU KNOW . . . I do believe that being here with you is the best thing to happen to me . To us . You are to become prince , and I , born a princess . It is nice being away from our responsibilities even if it is for a little while . ❜ Rhaella smiled up at the young man next to her . He was her lover . . . they were to marry and the Targaryen had found herself fortunate to find love within such arrangements . It was easy , falling for him , just as easy as how their fingers laced together . 

❛ PART OF ME wishes to stay here forever with you , Doran . . . Oh ~ how nice that would be , but our duties come first . Do you have any idea when we shall be returning ? ❜ She smiled up at her Dornish lover , their surroundings becoming irrelevant to her as she was so enthralled simply being with him , let alone hold hands . Despite feeling such excitement over a new love , she knew her feelings were genuine and that they would last .

@theeldestsun​​ / uwu

[unnwin-a]

❝      ain’t in the mood for a lecture ,  Doran .      ❞          didn’t attend any of his training sessions today ,  and knows full well it could cost him this application .  scowls ,  gaze averted ,  toying with the drawstrings of his hoodie   -----------   the weight of responsibility and expectation may as well sit on his shoulders for how diminutive he feels ,  right now .   Kingsman ain't all he thought it would be   ---   still in training ,  the boy struggles .

@theeldestsun​    /    s.

[musenssang]

Lise’s RP OTP’s (2/ ∞) Mellario x @theeldestsun​

. My lady asked me who it was who shone so bright

[gachcuid]

@theeldestsun​ liked for a starter

Mychael was working on a chair for the castle that afternoon, having been given a long talking to from the master about doing it properly, making sure their work would be admired well by the Starks. He would do a good job, but no better a job than he would have done for any other ordinary folk. He cared little for the mighty lords and ladies, and so when footsteps were heard at the entrance of the workshop, he had no qualms in pausing his work to go and investigate. 

At meeting the other man, Mychael took a few moments before speaking. A Dornishman, he thought. It could only be one. The prince that had been sent to the Wall. He couldn’t remember his name, had no care to, but people in Winter Town spoke of him when he appeared for supplies. He was just a black brother now. No fancy names or titles. It did give Mychael a bit of a thrill to be on an even footing with a man who had ruled a kingdom once. 

“Afternoon,” he said in his gruff voice. “You needin’ somethin’?” he questioned.

[eliamrtll]

iconless starter for @theeldestsun. 

Dearest Doran, 

The capital is cold! I thought our brother was losing his mind when he requisitioned an entire trunk of blankets (perhaps this was his way of handling the loss of his only sister), but as it would seem, our brother is not, in fact, insane. To think that this is what they consider a summer is laughable. I would pay good dragons to see some of these court ladies make it through one week in the desert. And the sea is different here, too, somehow. The water is dark and turbulent, it broods like my husband. There is sand, but it, too, is darker, and mostly rocks. Great craggy boulders like mountains standing against the sea. The water beats against it and the sound is reassuring. 

Every day I go to take walks to explore the castle, and every day I get lost and have to have a kindly servant explain where I am and how to get back to my rooms. Thus far, these girls are the only friends I have here. Which is to say, I have none. I wish now that I had brought more of an accompaniment from Dorne, but those that are already here seem better suited to court than I do. The speak with confident ease and seem not to notice the staring, or the change in tone when one of us walks in the room. If it were you, you would know just what to say to them. You would say something about the state of affairs and your brilliance would be undeniable. Or Oberyn. He would smile like he does, and make a joke, and the room would be charmed. It seems I did not inherit these traits. My smile is quiet, and I try not to speak so as to give very little opportunity to embarrass myself. 

I don’t tell Rhaegar how lonely it is here because I think he very much feels the same, and I wish not to be a burden to him. I want only to make his life warm and bright and full of laughter and dancing. I’ve decided when he plays his harp, I will sing with him, and maybe my voice will carry the love in my heart to him. 

I am almost to the bottom of the page, but I beg you not forget me here. My brothers are my only refuge; your love and counsel are the twin pillars that keep me a Dornish queen. 

All of my love, 

            Elia

[tomaen]

Teenage Doran: I can guarantee you, in 20 years, I will be Cersei's second husband.

Teenage Cersei: What happened to my first husband?

Teenage Doran: Nothing you can prove.

[starfrckled-a]

@theeldestsun​    /    plotted starter

LIGHT IS RAPIDLY FADING,  as day blends into evening and dusk approaches,  yet Oromis pays it no mind.  his sight not affected by the change,  he does not halt his reading  ——  several tomes are,  in fact,  stacked beside his elbow,  while one is currently open on the table.  he almost feels like a scholar once again,  absorbing information with such enthusiasm only learning something new can produce.  many cultures and languages lay before him,  waiting to be discovered for the first time,  but the elf does pause when he ears Doran enter the room,  looking up with an apology etched into his features. «  you must forgive me,  I fear I’ve been  ——  »    the correct term escapes him,  the language spoken in this land still not completely mastered,  even if he is making good progress.  the intended word being something close to neglectful.    «  you gave me much to learn.  »

[elerondo]

ffxv starter for @theeldestsun

     ELROND CAME FOR THE CARNIVAL, but people liked to think he came for other, more nefarious intentions. What could he, the bastard prince, have in common with such a gem as Altissia? Though there will never not be tensions when Empire troopers arrive in this neutral city, and Elrond knew that well enough in his heart, he still decided to forsake all notions of caution. His men needed rest, and Altissia’s Chocobo Carnival seemed a good place to unwind and spend some leisure time at. It was under Niflheim’s rule and that was that!

     Stepping in to The Leville Hotel’s waiting area does draw some eyes, especially to the flowing white cape he wore with the red emblem of Niflheim. His arrival both stuns and drew irritation from other patrons. But, Elrond and his company of Imperial warriors ( not too many, really, there were only seven of them altogether ) made no move of alarm. Unless someone were to really try their luck.