Blah, Blah, Blah! (lowborn!reader, fem!reader, reader is a babbler and he loves it, the mentioned event(s) takes place outside, multiple characters, could be seen as romantic or platonic relationships, not proof read)
"Your grace, my youngest daughter."
A lord from an upcoming house stands before him, smiling proudly and a bit stiffly as he tried to subtly nudge his staring daughter. Snapping out of it, she bows her head quickly. "Your grace." He nodded, turning to the lord. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"If you aren't terribly busy," He starts. "I would like to ask if you would be so kind as to dance with my daughter." The girl doesn't raise her head, possibly expecting rejection. He knew the importance of the question. A challenge, of sorts, or a plea.
It would do the man's house good, their youngest daughter dancing with a prince. And so, he placed a smile onto his face. "Of course." The girl's head jerks up, eyes wide in shock. "Really-?" Her father nudges her in panic, reminding her of manners. She clears her throat.
| BAELOR TARGARYEN | - Peppers and Veggies
"Is there something amiss, my lady?"
His voice was full of amusement as he watched her nose flare and twitch. Caught, she quickly looks off to the side. "My apologies, your grace. I didn't mean to seem... improper." She utters quietly. He didn't know her personality or how she acted, but it seemed out of character.
"You're not." He reassured with a nod. "Now... what seemed to irritate you so?" She looked confused. "Irritate? I'm not irritated, I just noticed that the peppers that are served here could have been on the vine for a little bit longer." She hums, mostly to herself.
"While they could technically be considered ripe, I do think that letting them thrive a bit more could have such an impact in any dish you put them in. Especially the hot peppers! But all peppers have a certain degree of..." She shuts herself up awkwardly.
Her eyes dart towards his, amused but attentive, before turning back to their feet. She didn't want to embarrass herself any further by stepping onto his feet. "Acidity and..." She clears her throat. "... right. Sorry. You must think me foolish or boring." She mumbles.
He shook his head with a soft grin. "Not at all. I'm just trying to recall what your house provides, is all." She straightens, a proud grin on her face. "Loads, your grace. But we mostly provide vegetables and herbs. While other houses can specialize in spices, our herbs are-"
A chuckle escapes him as she continued to defend her house and talk more of their harvesting skills. "Why, one time, my grandmother managed to grow ____ in the winter! Winter! And they were absolutely perfect!" He tilts his head, genuinely interested.
"Are ____ difficult to upkeep?" "Depends on the gardener. But, they aren't the type of vegetable to survive during the winter. It's very temperamental to the cold-" "Baelor." Both of them pause, turning to the voice. His father stands there, amused at the bits he overheard.
The girl bows her head, suddenly remembering where she was. King Daeron smiles kindly, softly, before turning to his son. "Rhaegel is growing a bit uncomfortable. Would you mind taking him to his chambers?" Baelor's expression softens at the mention of his brother.
"Of course." He turns to the lady, smiling mirthfully. "Perhaps we could continue our conversation at a later date. I'm finding myself quite interested in what you do," She brightens with a bright grin. "Whenever you want, your grace. I'd be honored!"
She bows again, rushing off. She rushes straight to her father, ranting excitedly. The man looks a bit startled at her sudden appearance, but softens at her excitement. He utters something, placing a hand on her chin. She grins even harder of possible, nodding.
"She seems interesting." His father spoke up, his gaze snapping back to him. He nodded, following the older man as he began to guide him out of the busy crowd of houses. "She's... very passionate in her words. Something court seems to lack, mostly." King Daeron smiles at his fond tone.
|| MAEKAR TARGARYEN || - Dresses
Maekar reminded her once she almost missed the last step, almost stumbling. Her distracted gaze turns to him sheepishly. "My apologies, your grace. I never meant to..." She trails off, grimacing, most likely scolding herself. "Embarrass you." He simply grunts.
"What has distracted you?" She hesitated to say, but does. "Your daughters." His jaw clenched tightly. "What about them?" Instead of an unwelcome comment, she grins brightly. "Their dresses are wonderfully made, is all." He blinks at this. "And the colors- oh, they're so smart!"
She huffs in a "why didn't I think of that" way. "It absolutely just makes their eyes pop! Although, I would have used a different material for the lace. The little one looks like she's ready to scratch the thing off of her body." He turns, and sure enough Rhae is squirming next to Daeron.
He turns back to her, staring as she goes on about the different materials she's made silk out of. "I even managed to make lace out of cotton once. It was a very hefty process, but it was so beautiful on the babe's swaddle." She recalled. "And then, another time, I... oh."
She caught herself ranting, pursing her lips for a moment. He raises a brow at her sudden silence. "What is the point of starting a sentence if you can't finish it?" She shrinks. "My apologies-" "Apologies for what? I was intrigued and then you suddenly stopped." He huffs.
Her head jerks up at his, almost bumping into his chin. He grumbles about it, but doesn't complain. "Really?" "I wouldn't say something I don't mean." He utters gently. "Oh, I didn't mean you were lying! Not at all! It's just most men have no interest in the things I say-"
This makes him scowl, but he lets her continue. "Mother says that most men are only involved in fighting, work, and finances, really. Although, father is a bit different. He's the only boy, you see. I think he's used to ladies and their hobbies." She nods, proud of her father.
"But, anyway, I do apologize if I offended you. Perhaps I can make up for it? I know that your little ones may have their own tailors and such, but I would like to make them dresses of their own. Ones they're comfortable in." Her question hesitant, eyes finally meeting his.
His were patient, calm for once, his hands slightly squeezing her waist. "... hm. I wouldn't mind. Maybe they'd stop whining about events like this if they were more comfortable." She smiles brightly, making him wonder if her face ever got sore from how much she did so.
"Thank you, your grace. I swear that it will be worth it. All I need is there measurements, surely their current tailor won't have any qualms? Oh, I would also need their favorite colors. While your house colors are beautiful, the gowns are for comfortability,"
Again, he listens patiently. Which was surprising. Usually when ladies tried to speak to him at such events, he'd cut them off. Not her. The dance ends, causing her to stumble a bit from the dewey grass. "You better get to it, then." She grins again, bows, and rushes off-
"Be careful!" (She almost trips.)
°○ DAERON TARGARYEN ○° - Being Strange
The two danced for a while in silence, more awkward on her end when she kept stepping on his feet. "Oh, sorry!" She grimaced, getting nothing but a nod in return. "It's alright." "I'm not really good at this. Mother insists I practice but my older brothers are always away,"
She started to talk, not really realizing that her mumblings she meant to keep internal started to pour out of her mouth. "And while I love my little brothers, it's quite awkward to practice with them. After all, they have to stand on my feet. And it doesn't help that,"
She momentarily pauses so she wouldn't make the same mistake. His lips twitch in amusement. "That the little one's think I'm a little strange-" "Whatever for?" He asks, making her pause and stare for a while. He didn't mind, staring back. "... I was talking." "You were." He nodded.
"I didn't realize." "I noticed." "Then why didn't you stop me?" "Your noise is a welcome distraction." He didn't explain it any further. It was a distraction from this stupid event, his pounding and sober head, the flashes of his dreams that teased his peripheral vision. A welcomed thing.
"Ah, well... what was your question?" She asks him, head tilting. "Why do your siblings think of you as strange." "Ah." She nods in remembrance, trying to recollect her thoughts. "Perhaps it's because I think childishly. At least, that's what my older sisters and mother say."
She rolls her eyes, and looking off to the side. She then huffs when she almost misses another step. "Pardon me," She says, before kicking off her shoes. She huffs in satisfaction as she feels the grass under her, before continuing casually. He blinks at the whole thing, silent.
"I think it has to do with my etiquette? That along with how I treat "everything as interesting". But everything is. Even the miniscule things. Like, perhaps... garden walls." He raises a brow, lips twitching. "The walls? Don't tell me you befriend them, lady,"
She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm. "Don't be daft." He snorts at her blunt tongue, but continues. "Do you whisper to them your secrets when no one else listens?" "More so the flowers than the walls." "Ah. The flowers." He grins, his teasing coming from a place of intrigue.
"The best thing. I wouldn't tell them too much, however. They'll wilt." "That's what I tell my mother-!" She goes on about how she knows everything listens to her, even the most inanimate things. "I swear it, after I stared at the ceiling tiles for more than a day, they were clea-"
"Daeron." The duo pauses, turning to see his father. The girl slowly parts from the prince, bowing her head as her body stayed stiff. She looks off to the side, hands fidgeting. She really hoped she didn't hear her. It never ended well, word getting back to her mother...
Maekar says nothing about it, however, eyeing her feet. "Put your shoes back on, child. Our gardens might be neat, but I doubt the idiots take care of the grass." With that, the two princes were gone. Daeron is silent, thinking while Maekar stares. "... she was peculiar." Daeron smiles to himself in joy.
Part 2 with more characters? I ran out of ideas.
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