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Lady Alysanne Tully ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢 𝜯𝜢𝜠 𝜯𝑹𝜤𝑫𝜠𝑵𝜯'𝑺 𝜬𝜠𝑨𝑹𝑳
six-and-twenty, third-born daughter of riverrun, türkü su demirel
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he took his post very seriously despite his usual demeanour. it's why he's stood so solemnly on the edge of the ballroom, hand on the hilt of his sword as he surveys the masquerade. his own mask does very little to hide his identity, the fact that he was still in his usual regalia even less so. the woman before him he can't quite say the same about, only alerted to her identity when he recognizes the voice he hears cheering his name at tourneys. " should i abandon my post, my lady? i doubt my king would be very pleased with that, nor would it particularly honourable. a knight's best trait, in my humble opinion. but rest assured, if a fight broke out here and now, it is not hope that would sway my victory. " he places his hand over his heart, grin on his features and teasing clearly showing in his tone. " you shouldn't call yourself a fool, my lady. i know you've spent plenty of your coin on me. won plenty of it back too, if i remember correctly. "
── .✦ “I could never ask for that. It seems to me you have already committed one offense against His Grace's wishes this evening.” Her eyes drifted deliberately over his attire, lingering for a moment on the thoroughly recognizable combination of armor and golden locks. “You see, Ser Redwyne, I was under the impression that one was meant to disguise oneself. Putting on a mask and declaring the task complete rather gives the impression that you were… creatively unmotivated.” A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Or perhaps simply lazy. Neither strikes me as a particularly honorable trait for a knight.”
She arched a brow at his remark, genuine surprise flickering across her features. She had been rather pleased with her disguise. “And how could you possibly know that?” she asked. “Is my presence truly so distinctive? I had rather hoped the mask would do more than merely complement my gown.”
closed starter for lady alysanne tully; tully's quarters before masquerade — @tridcntspearl
The tully quarters had only just begun to quiet, getting five children settled for the night, was rarely a graceful affair. kailan had insisted he was old enough to remain awake later for the festivities while arkin had argued purely on principle once his brother did. cardan had attempted negotiation through stubborn silence while circe had declared with absolute confidence that she, unlike her brothers, would behave impeccably and therefore deserved special treatment. orien, mercifully, had been the least troublesome of them all, already half asleep against selyse’s shoulder by the time the last dispute had been settled. now, with the younger children finally resting and the older ones at last subdued, a rare calm settled over the chambers.
selyse stood near the bedside, one hand smoothing an already perfect blanket out of habit rather than necessity. she had already dressed for the evening, ocean blue silks cascading softly around her frame, silver embroidery catching the candlelight like moonlight on water. the mask intended for the masquerade rested nearby still untouched, for a moment, she simply exhaled allowing herself the brief stillness. the footsteps trickled into the small moment of peace. without turning, she spoke. "if any of them somehow escape their room tonight," amusement threaded gently through her voice, "i am blaming your side of the family." a small smile touched her lips as she finally glanced toward alysanne, "though i suspect circe may prove the most dangerous of them all." she laughed faintly brushing the little girls dark tresses. "are you ready for tonight?"
── .✦ “With that we can agree,” Alysanne laughed softly. “They inherited every ounce of their stubbornness from my brother.” She stepped further into the room, affectionately brushing a loose curl away from Circe's face before straightening again. “Though I suspect Circe learned that sweet smile from me.”
Alysanne looked down at herself with exaggerated consideration before giving a theatrical twirl, the ivory silk of her gown sweeping lightly around her ankles as the pearls adorning it caught the candlelight. “Do I not look like it?” She stopped with a grin, the pendants at her sleeves and neckline settling with a gentle chime. “If this evening proves disappointing after all this preparation, I shall hold the Crown personally responsible.”
lancel was halfway through his bite when he turned to view lord peasbury. upon seeing the chatty lord, a soft snort escaped him before turning back to his sister, “let it be me then,” taking a half sip of his goblet, "i'll be happy to receive such a challenge, show the old fool to keep his mouth shut when it is unwanted.”
his gaze lingered on cerelle as the humour slowly faded from his features. his brows knit together, a faint crease settling between them as some quieter thought took hold. "...is that how i appear to others?" he was only thirty eight. hardly an old man. there were knights still winning tourneys with ten, fifteen years on him but even so he could feel his age creeping up on him. this job was aging him. a tourney could make a man believe himself immortal, the roar of a crowd that cared only for courage and skill. the small council taught precisely the opposite. his mouth twisted and immediately lancel regretted his words. words of self doubt. but if there was anyone he could let down his walls with, even for a moment, he supposed with cerelle he could.
── .✦ “It is, dear brother. I have tried to warn you often enough.” Cerelle spoke with perfect composure, though the faint smile threatening the corners of her mouth betrayed the joke. “Fortunately, people have thus far been distracted by a kinder face, a fuller head of hair...” Her gaze drifted briefly toward his goblet before returning to him. “...and, I imagine, a considerably heavier coin purse.” She shrugged lightly. “Lord Peasbury, sadly, has none of those advantages.”
She took an unhurried sip of her wine. “Besides,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “I should never allow it. Think what people would say of House Reyne if I permitted my own brother to become that.”
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── .✦ “One almost misses not knowing quite so much.” Cerelle's gaze swept lazily across the hall, through the sea of candlelight and silk. To anyone arriving now, it might almost have appeared an ordinary celebration. Almost. “Ignorance made for a considerably lighter atmosphere.”
She watched another knot of nobles lower their voices the moment someone approached.
“The music has not changed. Nor has the wine, or the company. Only what everyone is thinking about.” A short while ago, everyone was wondering who hid behind each mask. Now they seemed far more interested in what lay behind one another's doors.
At last, she turned toward the princess, one brow lifting ever so slightly. “Do you believe Your Grace's father would find me terribly suspicious if I chose to leave now?”
Closed Starter for @hellbcunds
── .✦ Cerelle's gaze followed another elaborately dressed lady as she crossed the ballroom, the width of her skirts forcing several dancers to adjust their steps. "Gods," she murmured, almost to herself. "One could fit an entire circus beneath that pannier." A faint smile touched her lips. "It does make one wonder what people feel compelled to hide beneath so much fabric."
She lifted her cup slowly. "Though perhaps everyone has come this evening hoping to conceal something." Her gaze drifted, not quite accidentally, toward the doors before returning to Lady Baratheon. "Some simply choose more practical disguises than others."
location : gardens ⏲ day four , far from the performance hall from : sora arryn , lord of the eyrie to : open starter ! [ 0 / 2 ]
as the young lord walks through the gardens, he would vehemently disagree that this is pacing. no, it is merely enjoying the beauties ( or lack thereof ) of king's landing, that it is one of the very few things arryns seem to be allowed to do. breathe in air, that is — unless maelor thinks they are breathing wrong and scheming against the throne in the same vein. he wouldn't put it against him, after all, the lunatic seems to have created a world of his own in that odd mask of his, blaming them before they have even done anything. the speech had made him almost forget that he lost the tournament — angering him so that he felt he almost bent one of the cutleries in his hold. the most annoying thing is that they haven't even done anything — has he been imagining different ways to murder the king in his mind? yes. has he acted in any way shape or form? not at all. if they were going to be punished all the same, wouldn't it have been better to actually scheme in some form? the thoughts run wild in their mind when they hear the sound of footsteps. it's a surprise, not expecting someone to be here as he turns on his heel, facing the newcomer. a tilt of his head, he bites the first words that come to his tongue and attempts something else. "oh- stopping for some air, or did the performances end up being too boring?"
── .✦ She offered him a warm smile. “Simply stopping for air,” Alysanne replied, glancing around the gardens. “It could not be farther from boredom.”
If anything, she had always believed boredom was more a choice than a circumstance – a rather unfortunate one, at that. There was always something to be found if one was willing to look for it.
“I find I occasionally have to remind myself to stay grounded after having so much fun.” Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, noting the distant look in his expression and the thoughts that seemed to have carried him somewhere far beyond the gardens themselves. “Though you seem to have flown rather far from the ground yourself,” she teased. “May I offer a silver stag for your thoughts?”
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── .✦ Alysanne had expected to find Ser Redwyne somewhere near the training yard, covered in dust and sweat, with swordsmanship occupying his every thought. Instead, finding him anywhere else entirely had caught her off guard.
“I must confess, I am beginning to question my decision-making.” She looked him over with a mixture of amusement and feigned concern. “Are you not supposed to be practicing? I should hope that if a fight breaks out, a knight intends to do more than simply arrive with a sword and a hopeful expression.”
Her expression softened into a small smile as she tilted her head slightly. “If not for the honor of the king, then perhaps for the sake of all those who have foolishly placed their coin upon you.”
Location: Fourth day, during the performances and plays
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Ashara was bored and anyone that would pay a little attention to her could see that. Plays and performances were not something she enjoyed, she did not see the appeal in them. Ashara much preferred watching melee tournaments or jousting competitions, anything that involved violence and possible death. Her presence here was necessary and the only reason why she agreed to come was because her father had asked it from her. Ashara would definitely rather be anywhere else, whether it was back home in Pyke or out in the sea aboard her ship. At least there was wine, even though it was far too sweet for her taste. Ashara took a long sip from her goblet, a sighed escaping her lips. "I cannot believe people enjoy this and waste their time watching it." She commented, more to herself than anyone else.
── .✦ “Still, you are here, are you not?” Cerelle replied dryly. “Which suggests it cannot be entirely unbearable.”
She glanced toward the stage, watching the performance with the same quiet scrutiny she might have given a political discussion.
“Though I understand your frustration. It is not terrible enough to become entertaining, nor remarkable enough to linger in one’s thoughts afterward… Simply competent enough to be forgotten.”
Semi-Closed Starter for @soulrcts @northernseer @illuminvtes @wispygrace Setting: A Feast™ (i'm not feeling particularly creative)
── .✦ “A fascinating thing, confidence,” Cerelle mused, her gaze drifting across the hall. “Give someone enough wine and they begin mistaking the absence of interruption for agreement.”
Her eyes settled upon the lord in question as he continued his increasingly enthusiastic tale, one hand already reaching for another goblet.
“I fear Lord Peasbury is one cup away from challenging someone to a duel.” Turning slightly toward the person seated beside her, she lifted her own cup. “Someone should perhaps remind him that time has been considerably less kind to him than his memory.”
𝑲ing maelor offers his welcome to LADY CERELLE REYNE, of CASTAMERE. across the realm, they are praised as DISCERNING and MAGNETIC, though courtly whispers insist they can also be JUDGEMENTAL and AMBIVALENT behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with HOUSE REYNE / HERSELF. their presence evokes imagery of a knowing glance across a crowded room, gold embroidery catching candlelight, the quiet rustle of turning pages, roses growing over old stone, questions answered beautifully but never completely, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.
Her smile widened slightly, "only a slightly poor impression," the correction came easily accompanied by a smile that suggested she was not serious in the slightest. "just enough to suspect you enjoy knowing far more than you ought." which, in fairness, described a surprising number of noblewomen. "i suppose i am fortunate, "the admission came quietly, letters had always been one of the few things capable of shrinking the distances between keeps and kingdoms. there were people scattered throughout the realm whom she saw rarely and yet somehow never felt entirely absent from her life.
following alysanne's gaze toward the practice yards, olynna listened with growing amusement. "you make it sound far more interesting than men repeatedly striking one another with increasingly large objects, which i admit is an impressive achievement." there was truth in what the younger woman said, of course, the tourney itself was only part of the spectacle. "i imagine you are right, half the realm has gathered here. if nothing else, there will certainly be stories to tell by the end of it." tilting her head slightly, curiosity returned. "you speak of the gatherings with the confidence of someone who already knows exactly where the most interesting moments will happen."
── .✦ “I assure you, I possess no secret knowledge. If I did, I would be considerably wealthier than I am now.” Alysanne laughed softly. “When you attend enough of these gatherings, you begin to recognize the patterns.” She shrugged. “I could not possibly say where the most interesting moment will occur. I merely know that, sooner or later, it will.”
Truthfully, it did not take much. Alysanne had always found people far too interesting to be bored by them for long. A passing conversation, an overheard remark, an unexpected friendship, even a minor disagreement could become entertaining if one paid enough attention. With half the realm gathered beneath the same roofs, she doubted there would be any shortage of things worth noticing.
Her smile widened ever so slightly. “And when in doubt,” she added lightly, “I shall simply follow the crowd. People have a remarkable talent for gathering wherever trouble is about to begin.” She lifted a brow. “Though by the way you listen, Lady Olynna, I am beginning to suspect you are rather more interested in all of this than you first claimed.”
“ losing is a fact of life. i can assure you had i been the one to have lost, i would not have stormed off like some petulant child. ” cyvasse, as it was, was nothing to be upset over. another game could be played, each a test of patience and practice in the art of it. if one did not lose how could they get better ? she allows herself a sigh, beginning to return the pieces to their respective containers for the next set to of people to lay them out for their game. “ i surely would hope not. i do not mean that in a haughty manner. it would pain me to think they have so little in their life that this game is what haunts them. ” never mind the fact that kella would much rather someone curse her name for something more … exciting.
── .✦ “A sensible outlook,” she agreed. “Though most become blinded to reason when their pride is wounded.” It was a lesson Alysanne had learned long ago, after years spent watching riverlords transform minor disagreements into matters of grave principle. Very few people enjoyed admitting defeat, and fewer still did so gracefully.
“But I imagine the sting shall fade soon enough,” she continued lightly. “They will come to realize there are far more interesting things demanding attention in King's Landing than a lost game of cyvasse.” a smile touched her lips. “Or they will find their way to a goblet of wine and drown their sorrows there. I have yet to encounter a grievance capable of surviving a generous cup of Arbor Red.”
Amusement softened her features as her smile widened slightly in response. the question earned a thoughtful hum. "some family, a few old friends." her gaze drifted briefly toward the courtyard below, watching another party arrive through the gates. "people i have not seen in a while but somehow still hear from often enough to feel as though no time has passed at all." the answer was honest, if incomplete, after all, correspondence had always been one of the few things capable of making great distances seem smaller. "and now i fear i have given you a terribly disappointing answer." her eyes returned to her, amusement lingering there. "which is unfortunate, as i suspect you were hoping for something considerably more scandalous," at the mention of the tourney, olynna laughed softly. "you are likely right, though i confess i have never possessed much talent for predicting which knight will emerge victorious," a pause followed.
── .✦ “No, not scandalous,” she interrupted. “Entertaining, perhaps.” The correction came with a mischievous smile. “The way you say that, Lady Olynna, one might think you have a terribly poor impression of me.” She paused with false offense. “And I could never be disappointed by such an answer. I find it quite… charming, actually. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have people who can make years feel like months.”
She dismissed the other’s comment with a small wave of her hand. “The victor is only part of it. Just as important is how they come to win and everything that surrounds them.” Her smile widened slightly. “There are rivalries renewed, reputations won and lost, wagers made, alliances forged, disagreements begun… The lists are merely where it all becomes visible.” Though perhaps she could afford to concern herself with such things because she already knew who would be receiving her wagers. “Either way, there is much to see and do here. I suspect boredom shall be in short supply.”
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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃: alysanne tully ( @tridcntspearl )
"alysanne." her name comes out in a delighted breath, dark eyes widening in surprise. she shouldn't be, really. the entire kingdom had been summoned here to king's landing, it was hardly like alysanne was going to skip out on it. yet it is still a pleasantness to come across her here now that her visits the the riverlands were few and far between, practically eliminated once it's heir got married. " it's so good to see you again! " she doesn't hesitate to move forward, embracing the woman in her arms, reminiscent of times when she looked to aly almost like a sister. " did you only just arrive ? "
── .✦ The familiar voice drew an immediate warmth to Alysanne’s expression, the kind that softened her posture before she even turned fully to face the speaker. “Catelyn,” she greeted, voice as bright as her smile.
There was no hesitation when the other closed the distance between them. Alysanne met the embrace easily, laughter slipping out in a quiet exhale as she returned it with familiar ease, as though no time had passed at all. For a brief moment, the noise of King's Landing faded into something distant, replaced by something steadier, something known.
“I arrived only this morning,” she answered once they parted, stepping back just enough to look at her properly. “I had not expected to see you quite so soon.” Her smile softened. “It feels as though it has been an age since we last spoke.” For a moment she simply regarded her, taking in familiar features that time seemed to have treated kindly. There was something comforting in finding an old friend amidst the overwhelming bustle of the capital. “How do you fare, Cat?”
The answer drew a smile from her almost immediately, there was something refreshing about hearing genuine enthusiasm amongst so many carefully measured reactions. olynna turned toward the speaker, recognition arriving a moment later. "lady alysanne," warmth colored the greeting naturally. her gaze drifted briefly back toward the courtyard. there was a certain beauty to it when viewed through the other woman's eyes. banners snapping in the breeze, old houses arriving alongside new generations, the constant movement of a realm gathered in one place. "when you describe it that way, it almost sounds charming," however olynna knew better, she by blood relation of the queen herself witnessed too much far too close. the mention of a splendid feast earned a quiet laugh. "ah, there it is. i was beginning to wonder if i was speaking to the only person in the capital who had not been tempted by food," the question that followed gave her pause, if only for a moment. "i think i am looking forward to parts of it," she admitted thoughtfully. "seeing familiar faces again, meeting those i have only heard stories about, perhaps proving to myself that the realm is not quite as grim as everyone insists it is," her smile softened slightly. "though i suspect i shall leave the excitement over tournaments and court politics to more capable hands," tilting her head, curiosity surfaced in her expression. "and what are you most eager for, my lady? surely not only the feast."
── .✦ Alysanne laughed softly. “Anything can seem charming with the right approach, Lady Olynna. Even King's Landing, on occasion.” Her gaze lingered on the Arryn, curiosity brightening her expression. “And who are these familiar faces you are hoping to see again?” she asked lightly. “You need not worry, I promise I shall not tell a soul.” The promise was accompanied by a smile that suggested it ought to be taken with at least a little suspicion.
As for herself, the answer required rather less thought. “The tourney, I think.” Her eyes drifted briefly toward the practice yards beyond the walls. “Half the realm's knights seem to have descended upon the capital. The finest, certainly, and some of the most entertaining.” One did not always equal the other. “I suspect we shall be treated to a formidable dispute.”
