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* ˖ · traegedys · ˖ * is an exclusive multimuse blog written for westeroslive. written by dee ( twenty5+, utc, she/they ).
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ╱ thirty. INTRO. NAVIGATION.
𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄 ╱ twenty7. INTRO. NAVIGATION.
𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 ╱ twenty5. INTRO. NAVIGATION.
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
Chris Pine as Robert the Bruce and Florence Pugh as Elizabeth de Burgh in Outlaw King (2018)
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐝𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐤 › 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.
But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms…we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand, you go as messengers not as warriors.
𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @traegedys , @luvburn + accepting 0/3 replies
charcoal moved quickly across the page, trying to immortalize the wonders of last night's celebration before a haze descended upon memory. myrcella's hand stilled. she studied the drawing - something was off but she couldn't yet see it. dark hues looked up, intending to glance around, but maiden started with a gasp. ❝ oh! i didn't hear you approach! ❞ far too engrossed in her art.
the stark wanders the red keep without any sort of destination and all the while, they yearn for the halls of winterfell instead ( and for the cold that feels like a warm hug instead ). their attention is caught by a familiar liege. ❝ i have been told my footsteps are quite silent. ❞ a fact spoken as raya rests her hands behind her back. ❝ what are you drawing? ❞
hair defies rule of gravity as it neatly stays in place, cranium shaking left to right and back at sister's word. " by the seven, " shaera begins, swearing to a deity that is not hers - to jest with westerosi society and enlighten her sister of ribbing. " you cannot just ask something like that, have some decorum, sister dear. " tall lithe frame towers lightly over younger rogare, eyes narrowed in faux annoyance as siren stands still. " you must not ask anyone why the targaryens sit on a melted swords. "
home makes itself known in the form of the siren of lys and the smile on isara's lips is as genuine as they come ━━ and just like that, isara catches herself missing the marbled walls of their home ( and she cannot wait to go back there, forget all about the westerosi ). ❝ maybe the seven strike me down if i have dare repeat it, sister. ❞ a jest to match her sister's, amethyst eyes meeting shaera's as a smirk makes it's home on her tinted lips. ❝ could i ask you? perhaps you are more knowledgeable than some random westerosi lord to whom i'd have to feign ignorance. ❞ her sister is far more knowledgeable than any westerosi, isara believes. but what is sisterhood without some teasing?
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Amos had a stack of letters in his hand, each and every one in need of a serious reply, one that took time to think through, but he could not focus in the quiet of his rooms, distracted by each footstep walking past, by voices floating up to his open window. Or maybe he was just putting it off. Regardless, with a quill and ink in his other hand, he sought a quiet corner, one where he was close enough to other people to inspire work, lest they think he was simply staring into nothing. The library, perhaps. He found an unoccupied desk, placed the letters down, but the ink slipped from his grip at the last second, splattering over the blank paper. "Shit." He hissed through his teeth, first reaction to try and wipe it away but leaving a trail of black across both the paper and his thumb. "I'm not going all the way back tommy room for fresh paper. Perhaps this is a sign that no work should be achieved today."
when boredom hits, even the most unlikely places become the ones that isara finds herself in. and the most unexpected one is the library, filled with what isara can only imagine is the extensive story of a land that would never feel like home ━━ even if she were made to see it that way. step after step, the young rogare looks at the spines of the old books, looking for a title that might entice her enough to make that library entertaining for at least a little while. and then she hears someone else's voice lucky for her, someone else seems to be having a less than perfect time. head peaks in, eyebrow raising in interest. ❝ perhaps that was your first mistake, to think of doing any work after such a celebration. your gods might not have be too fond of the idea. ❞ isara leans against one of the shelf, arms crossed as her attention is on the lord.
she flinched momentarily as a small sharp pain coursed through her finger , dropping the rose in her hand . " tiny prick , " alysane turned to the with a small smile . " one would think that i would grown immune to things of this sort , " she added as she wiped her finger with a clean rag . " now , tell me how this arrangement looks . "
𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 : @sacrificeds , @traegedys , + accepting 0 / 2 responses
smirk grows upon the princess' lips not towards the pricking but the reaction that the tyrell lets escape. ❝ tiny but it can still make any one of us bleed. ❞ visenya crouches down to pick up the fallen rose, careful not to suffer the same fate as their company. the dragon chuckles. ❝ a skin immune to a rose's thorn. now, that would be quite interesting. ❞ for a moment, tanzanite eyes hold onto the other lady before looking at the arrangement. ❝ i am not the best pair of eyes to judge but i like looking at it. does that help you? ❞
" i'm — i'm not entirley sure that's what lord codd meant , " tytos coughed into his fist , hoping the other caught on . the lord of driftmark had resorted to staring at the ground to avoid bursting into laughter “ just smile and and they will surely walk away . ”
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isara is not above foregoing court pleasantries but, for the present company and to avoid any bigger aches in her head, the youngest rogare will play nice. ❝ i can feign a fainting spell if i must. you would owe me for that, however. ❞ words spoken in a hidden whisper.
Emma D'arcy as Rhaenyra Targaryen — House of the Dragon: 1.08 The Lord of the Tides
" yes , i do agree — " shirei began , but her words faltered as her gaze quickly glanced at her children playing by the fountain . " jeyne , please tell benjen not to stray too close to the water , " lady stark instructed her lady's maid , her motherly instincts kicking in . she turned back to her companion with an apologetic smile . " forgive me — , " she mumbled , hand on her swollen belly . " he’s fearless as a wolf pup, that one . and lucky, too — lucky his lady mother can no longer chase after him . ”
𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 : accepting 0 / 4 responses
the company of another northerner brings with it a bit of home and shirei's is one of raya's favourites ( especially when either their niece or nephew is just a few steps away ). raya is picking on the lemon tart before her and just as shirei's attention is swayed away from the conversation, raya's follows suit and a smile grows. ❝ well, he is a stark. ❞ words are spoken as her dark browns are not fully on the young lord. ❝ do you need anything? i can chase after him. ❞
aarohi twirled the egg from last night through her fingers looking at it's intricate beauty. even after attending multiple parties and events in essos she had never seen anything like what the dragon queen had done. she would certainly write to her mother of it. if only she was here to see the butterflies soaring out and coloring the room anew with their wings. the memories from last night almost made her forget the lady was not alone. "forgive me for being lost in thought. please help yourself to tea and snacks. there's certainly too much for just me."
more and more, the young rogare misses her home ━━ isara is not overwhelmingly homesick but each time she wakes up and does not see the lyseni view outside of her balcony she is reminded how far away she is from the whole of essos. so when the company of another essosi presents itself, isara takes the opportunity. ❝ the tea here is too watered down for my tastes. ❞ there is a smile on isara's lips, albeit small. ❝ what is on your mind? ❞
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"Your move, my liege." She had played more games of cyvasse in the past few years than she thought possible, and she always started the sane. Aggressive, and ruthless, willing to sacrifice any piece for the greater good. A greater reliance on water than was probably advisable. She had a tinge of a headache behind her eyes, hence the jug of water on the table next to her, one she was steadily making her way through. "The morning after a celebration is always so peaceful. Never a better time for a game or two, while half the castle lays abed and regrets half the cups they downed." Never mind the fact that she had been that noble more than once or twice, she judged freely and with no shame in her hypocrisy.
fingers rhythmically tap on the top the table, a cyvasse set between the two friends. concentration flows and tanzanite eyes never leave the board, even as gysella's words pour over it ━━ it is moments like these that make the princess realise they ought to play the game more often ( on board and perhaps even in life in equal measure ). ❝ so it is. ❞ and with that, visenya moves another piece of their side and looks at their company with a small smirk on their lips. ❝ i do not know about regret but they will be feeling the effects of one cup too many. i'm sure the maesters have been quite busy today. ❞ visenya leans back, gaze still upon their dearest friend.
gwayne needed fresh air after the events of last night. perhaps he had drunk too much wine or simply pushed himself too much. social events were always draining. but to wake up in another's room? that was unheard of for him. what was he even thinking last night? as he strolled through the castle's courtyard he could feel eyes upon him. it was normal for him to have some, but these eyes felt different. he continued to walk to see how far they would follow. "let's play a game shall we?"
black and red dress sways around the dragon's ankles, acknowledging passing nobles as if someone else is pulling the strings of their movements. when fresh air hits the targaryen's skin kin catches the attention of tanzanite eyes ━━ invisible thread pulling visenya towards their cousin with a smile upon their lips.
eyebrow raises at the hightower's words. ❝ a game? ❞ a question laced with both curiosity and mirth. whatever gwayne has planned, it might be far more entertaining than another walk through crowded gardens. ❝ what game shall we play, cousin? ❞
𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ╱ for @ikhors
sunlight hits the lyseni's face like a wave of the narrow sea, slowly waking isara up. there is one beat where she forgets where she is ━━ and then it all washes over her, all at once: king's landing, silk sheets and her prince by her side. the rogare turns to her side to face kiran, head propped up by her arm. isara takes a moment to just gaze at him and, she would deny it, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. ❝ if you don't open your eyes soon, ❞ isara teases, words barely above a teasing whisper. she runs her fingers on the skin of his back, ❝ i might have to leave you all alone. ❞
𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @heavnle , @grdnwood , @traegedys + accepting 0/4 replies
❝ they're beautiful, are they not? ❞ head motioned toward the grouping of flowers as they approached, hands clasped behind their back. the temptation to not leave the tour of the hand, studying what little evidence the council had about the murder, tugged at his mind, but her grace had been clear: all was to proceed as if nothing was amiss. ❝ peonies symbolize good fortune and chrysanthemums joy. it's fitting that they bloomed in time to welcome the new princess. ❞
wandering is second nature to raya, pushed and pulled by both curiosity and restlessness ━━ they miss the godswood back home, the tall walls that she could climb and nothing in king's landing even comes close to having the same effect. not even the gardens. ❝ they are, i suppose. ❞ an empty response. raya is not one to stop and stare at flowers. ❝ does everyone in king's landing know so much about flowers? ❞ the stark could bet it is because it's a tyrell before them.
