#tirius 001

[fortheakhirah]

who: @tiriusrowan when and what: semi-flashback, alexa play it wasn't me by shaggy context: guys always cover for eachother smh

as lord akhirah kaito tarth stepped into the grand feasting hall of riverrun, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. the scents of roasted meats and spiced wine mingled in the air, transporting him back to simpler times - such food was not something he consumed often upon his own isle. mainlander food was always different. his vivid dark eyes scanned the room for a specific individual until they landed on a familiar figure.

lord tirius rowan, his closest friend since boyhood, the pair having awkwardly sat together as the elderly uncles insisted they would be married next - whilst their legs still swung.

with a broad smile, akhirah strode forward, a smile crossing his features by the sight of his old companion. “tirius rowan!” akhirah called out, his voice rich with affection and joy. he approached the man, and the two greeted one another as they always did; they embraced warmly, a testament to their enduring bond. “it's been too long, brother,” akhirah said, his tone light and casual as he smacked tirius on the back, a soft chuckle slipping from his lips.

“we’ve survived many trials, haven't we? to still stand here in riverrun, with our backs nearly in.”

as they found a spot at a long table, akhirah’s thoughts briefly wandered to the recent encounter he had with the daughter of a reknowned landed knight of the stormlands, only days ago within one of the rivermarkets. lady aeliana, her name was. a beautiful young woman with flowing chestnut hair and striking green eyes, known for her great beauty and multiple other things. she had approached akhirah with a plea that weighed heavily on his mind.

as he slipped into the bench opposite the man and reached for the mead, he offered him a look. a knowing look; there was only one thing the lady could have been so distressed about. "the lady aeliana has been seeking your response to her letters. she all implored me to bring this to your attention.” he observed tirius’s reaction closely, noting the flicker of acknowledgement, ire and unease. “she seemed quite distressed for a stranger. is all well?”

akhirah's mind raced as he waited for his friend's response. there was more to this story, he was sure of it. the concern for aeliana's plight weighed heavily on him, and he hoped tirius would take her concerns to heart. time would reveal the truth, and akhirah would stand by his friend, come what may.

[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @tiriusrowan when and where: the main square of lannisport, in the middle of celebrations for lan's day, ruqaiyah dayne has long since been unmasked by safeerah jordayne - irritated the fun is over so quickly, she chooses to sulk on a table alone.

there continued to be the sounds of some stringed instrument, perhaps a violin as she watched crowds of golden haired people slip in and out of various lanes from the main square. in the distance remained the great sept of lannisport, a sept with more gold in it - a part of her wanted to ask whether that gold would be dug back out when the lannisters ran out of gold in their caves, and yet she kept her mouth shut. her brother was somewhere with his mistress, and she refused to be in the company of such tension - even though she was no doubt the one who created such feelings of ire.

in a shocking act of betrayal, it had been safeerah that was the culprit responsible for unmasking her, and she now decided she was quite done with this game. a leg folded over her knee as her dusty pink chiffon skirts fell to the floor, she kept her hand on her jaw as she watched people go in and out of eye line, waiting for someone to unmask safeerah so they could return home. she also ignored the feeling of her brother's distant gaze upon her, no doubt checking she was in the same spot every now and then; a servant sent by him passed by, and she managed to get hold of their attention.

"wine, and tell him i will be staying here." she spoke, stubborn and spoiled to her very core. she would not sit alongside the paramour he had brought into their home.

and then her gaze fell upon a serious looking individual, who appeared equally as unamused; though he seemed to be in conversation with a page, and a woman she had seen before. was this woman not somehow related to the lannisters? was she the one that had married the prince of fair isle? she could have done that. she was far prettier than this woman. she looked away at the brief, unintentional eye contact, taking another sip of the wine. she rose to leave, perhaps because she knew he was old way.

she did not need to speak to such people. only, the woman beside him seemed to leave at the very same time. she looked carefully at his face once again, remembering what her brother had said. "are you not the hand of king cedric tyrell?" ruqaiyah asked, her tone forward; not rude, but false. socialising for a socialite, before leaving. "with the amount you reachmen are in our seas, it looks as though your men have all forgotten the homes and wives that await them, my lord."

[casterlygldcs]

who: @tiriusrowan when and where: kings landing, the night the reach council were made aware of the murder of lord garland hightower. at this point, tyland lannister has come across both of the rogares as they remain close with jaehaerys: he is contemplating what they could want, considering their tensions with the riverlands.

the lion king had not noticed the way in which members of the reach had quietly spread themselves throughout the celebrations of the hall, each of them crossing to another one by one as the news was uttered quietly. there was no way any in the room would have any depth of understanding as to the shocking events that had unfolded within the hightower some nights prior, ending in shattered glass and crimson seeping on marble floor.

"and have you come across either of the rogare siblings, my lord?" tyland asked, in his natural tone: commanding, the voice that had become his own for every subject and for everyone conversation. he had not noticed the way in which the hand of king cedric tyrell had moved to the other members of the court, watching a domino effect of sorts begin; only, he knew he had found himself beside the hand and multiple other members of the reach court, as well as his own. the lefford brothers remained silent in such company, no doubt a reflection of what had happened in previous months.

"it appears as though they are somehow friends of both the dragons and the vipers alike." the lyseni duo were the talk of the evening; renowned guests of king jaehaerys targaryen, representative of a new power that had consolidated across the narrow sea - an emerging class of merchants and bankers that could even threaten the might of the iron bank itself.

the riverlander associates were no doubt more on edge than their westerland or reach counterparts, considering the history of tensions that had boiled over between the two realms - one strike of a match was all it would take for violence that threaten to boil over the situation at hand. and tyland lannister only watched, as the lyseni made their discussions between the targaryens and the martells. how was it this valyrian breed were able to settle themselves between the two powers, despite the incessant anger and tensions between the two?

how was it the lyseni became the peacemakers between the targaryen and the dornish faction? truthfully, tyland lannister did not entirely know nor understand what level of importance the rogares held - to them individually, as well as a whole.

he would not speak on what he did not fully know nor understand yet; as he was still watching. still, their position as peacemaker put them at an advantage: not drawing blades against either side, but benefiting from both realms nonetheless. "it would be of great benefit to our own established alliance should dorne develop increasing indifference to the bank of lys. there is opportunity for the reach to hold a constant trade partner, especially as the demand for grain is constant." tyland lannister did not speak out of genuine care or respect for dorne. he spoke as though they were all figurines on a board, and he needed to ensure the emerging choices and factions were clear.

tyland lannister would not agree to shifting his alliance, and his influence on the riverlands, for the sake of bankers that were only now emerging as a major power. such matters could easily shift and change, and banks based on trade and commerce were not as stable at their core as banks built on natural resources. the westerlands, was the only bank in the continent based on natural resources. "tensions between your realms remain tense. as do ours, considering my involvement with the blackmont turned traitor. we know the dornish are prideful people. aggression at sea, even targeted against the summer isles, could push them into engaging closer with the lyseni rather than continental connections."

[ofgoldengrove]

setting : the council room of highgarden ;; @tiriusrowan

it was strange to be in a place he thought of as a home of sorts. it was greener than he remembered, but truthfully mathis rowan could not focus on the landscape, or the people who may have passed him, people who murmured about some storm that had passed through. a storm, indeed. he was taken on the least crowded routes to the council room, where they say his brother had not left since hearing of his potential return.

he wasn't sure how he was going to feel. what he would even say to his brother. he heard his heart pounding in his ears when the doors opened and there he was. and suddenly mathis rowan felt 5 again, begging his big brother and zakariya mallister to let him spar with them. calling himself ser mathis, being a war hero. a war hero. how laughable that seemed now.

for now, for now he stood there. silently. why couldn't words come to him?

"tirius." he finally stated after a long pause.

[visxionaries]

who: @wcrdsarewind​ (tirius) where: the king’s personal audience solar, the castle of highgarden, kingdom of the reach

The presence of the eldest son of Goldengrove had always been a fleeting one in the life of Cedric Tyrell, at least until the incapacity of Lord Serwyn Merryweather resulted in a vacancy that needed filling on the table; though he had intended to perhaps look upon the abilities of Lord Oakheart's heir, there was no denying the firm voice and respect Lord Tirius Rowan had always obtained from across the Kingdom of the Reach. 

As different as night and day compared to the nature of his only and younger brother, it had taken Cedric time to decide on whether to appoint two men of the same family onto the same council, in such significant positions.

And in seeing the swift decisiveness of Tirius himself, who seemed to increasingly be a voice of steady reason and conservative traditionalism upon the council, the King of the Reach understood that a variety of stances within his realm were now reflected upon his table. There were times where the individuals seemed to clash, where conversations became heated, though was that not the nature of the job itself when it comes to judging opinions?

Upon the raven from Longtable arriving to his chambers and being read out within the council table, Cedric's own quiet nature was juxtaposed with the likes of disbelief, growing disillusion in hearing of family members that had declared for the other side and knowing they could face them upon the battle field should this war of ravens not see the matter resolved...though it did not last time, did it? 

Longtable held a key figure that remained within the walls of Goldengrove, as much as she perhaps did not see herself as one; one with a claim to the mighty estate and vast holdings once this matter was settled.

“I believe you would find this of your interest, My Lord.” The King’s writing was initially to be in letter format, though considering the cultural differences that never seemed to truly matter with Mathis, the man knew better than to risk insulting the pride of one of his steadfast Lords - for a worthy leader knew how to adapt and behave differently around those who needed behaving differently around. 

Following the marriage of Lady Sienna Merryweather to the false king, Alaric of House Tyrell, all ownership and right over the lands of House Merryweather have been immediately seized from the eldest trueborn daughter of Lord Serwyn Merryweather. The line of succession follows down to the Lady Seffora of House Merryweather, the current ward and guardian of Lord Tirius Rowan - who shall be henceforth betrothed to Lord Mathis of House Rowan, the Hand of the King.

“The pieces all fit together.”

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @wcrdsarewind​ (tirius rowan) where: lucrezia redwyne’s chambers, the evening before the forces of cedric tyrell were to sail for the iron islands

The figure of the Mistress of Ships knelt upon a velvet prayer mat, embroidered with patterns of gold upon dark forest green. The plans and correspondence had been met, the call to arms had been issued and all banners of the Reach were moving towards Oldtown. It was a sizeable force, a force that was enough to initially take those islands, and yet that was not her main concern; it was maintaining them that had caused her to become anxious, though that was plan for next. Do not overwhelm your mind, they do not burden a soul with more than it can bare, she repeatedly told herself, hands clasped.

A black laced veil hung over chocolate curls, and her chambers were as they usually appeared when the woman was devoted in prayer; there were candles that had been lit, and the smell of incense had burned quietly for some hours; the small of Oud reminded her of home, and it reminded her to remain grounded. That even if the plan seemed fullproof, there was always something that could turn with the change of a tide; she would not ignore those high above her in the heavens, and devote herself for their mercy. She would not forsake them.

"Eternal Father, strong to save, whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep, its own appointed limits keep; O hear us when we cry to Thee, for those in peril on the sea."

She could swear to feel the presence of those who had long since departed this realm as the sound of song came from her; as though she could hear her Father's voice, reciting the words of the hymn they gave time after time. Her uncles, who perished upon the sea flying the flag of Green. The woman had given strict instructions to deny entrance to anyone that was not the Council at this time; and if they were to visit, to escort them in silently until she was done.

"Our brethren shield in danger's hour; from rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go; thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea."

There was a moment of silence as she heard the door open, and the sound of footsteps give, and a part of her knew it was her Second before she turned around. Her hands unclasped, opening hazel hues and turning over her shoulder to look upon him; he who was leaving behind his wife and five, loving children. Walking with them into the darkness. He brought her a sense of stability.

"Did you get my earlier correspondence before dinner?" She asked, having ensured to forward him a copy of the numbers Arron Farman could predict of their foes.