Visenya Targaryen

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[grxtesqueries]

Where simple intrigue and enchantment with the pretty sights of the Red Keep had initially drawn Meralyn to explore the plentiful gardens and courtyards, an insatiable curiosity to see if she might once more hear the songs of a treacherous — and heretofore unseen — bard was what drew her out on subsequent visits. As she walked the courtyard, she was greeted not with the sight of a man with an instrument, but instead the Targaryen Princess.

A mix of delight and nervousness flooded the Blackwood lady at having stumbled upon the beautiful woman, and she was quick to stop in her tracks, lest she insult the woman by carelessly traipsing past her. "Good day, Your Grace," she said warmly, and paid obeisance to the other woman with a low curtsy. As she rose, Merry took note of the empty chairs and unused goblets which sat opposite the lounging woman. Gods be good, do not let me have interrupted her at meal with her ladies, she thought, though her smile did not falter. "I hope you are well and enjoying the very fine day!"

[ultraviolentdragon]

Indeed, she had not heard a man with an instrument, or else she'd have invited him to entertain her. Her gaze is drawn upwards and she watches the lovely woman dip into a low curtsy. "Good day to you as well, my Lady." She replied, quietly. Slowly, her foot lifted and nudged a chair out near to her, an almost silent invitation, had the chair not drug against the floor of the pavilion she was sitting in. Dainty nose wrinkles with distaste at the sound of wood scraping, then she clears her throat gently. "Feel free to join me, Lady Blackwood, is it?" Sometimes she remembers little snippets of conversation had in hallways, or when she asks someone who is wearing a certain gown or something. "I am enjoying the day, and I hope you are as well. It is quiet today, and I must admit I am so used to being surrounded with people wanting to talk to me that when there are not, I do not quite know what to do with myself. Would you care for some wine?" She gestures to the extra goblets.

[ultraviolentdragon]

Closed starter: @princessrhaetargaryen

Location: Inner Courtyard

Sometimes she felt like she was drowning. This was one of those moments. She was descended upon the moment she emerged from her chambers today. Somehow, she's managed to drag the entire menagerie of nobles towards a seating area in the inner courtyard. At least she could be seated as she listened to court gossip, apologetic condolences, and other things that she couldn't name if you'd asked her to because she wasn't wholly paying attention

Not unused to certain measures of anxiety in moments like this, she simply checks out. Having mastered the look of paying attention when she's really not, nobody seems to notice that the Princess is not a full member of conversations. There are nods, and a 'mmhmm' released now and again, so at least she wasn't being entirely rude. She just feels swarmed upon, and for reasons she cannot place, exactly. She likely could if she sat and thought about it. Slowly, her gaze lifts and she looks to see if she can spy one of her siblings to escape this crowd with.

[jasperbaratheon]

open starter location: courtyard

the courtyard of the red keep was a testament to the grandeur and majesty of the iron throne. enclosed within the imposing walls of the castle, the courtyard was a lush oasis amidst the bustling of king's landing. tall, verdant trees swayed gently, their leaves rustling with the whispers of countless secrets carried by the wind. between the intricate arches and grand staircases, nobles in splendid attire exchanged quiet words, forming alliances or indulging in fleeting romances under the watchful eyes of targaryen dragons carved in stone.

jasper baratheon, standing tall and distinct amidst the motley of colors and sigils, wore a regal ensemble of black and gold. the emblematic stag of house baratheon adorned his chest, asserting his noble lineage. sunlight filtered through the lofty trees, casting fleeting shadows across his chiseled features, painting him in alternating hues of light and dark. his hazel eyes surveyed the scenery, catching the gleaming spires of the sept of baelor in the distance and the shimmering waters of blackwater bay beyond.

a thoughtful expression creased his brow, and he spoke, his voice resonating with genuine curiosity. “this courtyard has seen more history than many entire realms, a silent witness to countless tales of ambition, betrayal, and honor." his gaze, momentarily distracted by the sunlit shimmer of the distant bay returned to the noble before him. "i would love to hear more of your own ancestral lands — they must harbor tales of equal weight and wonder. what stories from your homeland might you share?"

[ultraviolentdragon]

The whispered drag of silk followed her as she stopped her motion at his front, a respectable distance between the two. She'd been content for a few moments to look at the sights around them, but it was his words that finally drew her to pause. Violet gaze lifting to him before shifting to follow the path of flight of a bird, randomly. " History lessons?" She mused, canting her head slightly. "I'm not sure that I need to give those to you, cousin, as you should already know the things that I do." She teased, with a chuckle. Her fingers laced together before the ornate pattern on her bodice and she looked back up at him. " I think this family's history is well documented, and a great source of a lot of that ambition, betrayal and honor that you mentioned, or at least a target of some of it. " She raises her brows, knowingly. "Besides, you'd not want to hear my version of all of the history and stories of House Targaryen. I'm told I have a very narrow view of some of the events. " She grins a bit.

[vizual-demon]

House Targaryen art by Anthony Petrie

[ultraviolentdragon]

Closed starter: @meralynblackwood Location: Inner Courtyard

The table hosted fresh berries and a jug of wine with goblets extra in case company showed itself. Visenya herself was seated in one of the chairs beneath the awning that boasted Targaryen hues and their sigil. The sound of birds and the thrum of typical keep activity made up the ambiance, but in that little corner of the inner courtyard it was subtle and nice. A berry plucked up between her fingertips, she popped it into her mouth and savored it, wiping her fingers on a napkin to rid them off the stain of berry juice. A delicate hum spilled from her throat, and a pleased smile graced her features as the flavor exploded across her tongue. She reached out, pouring herself some wine and then glanced across the inner courtyard. She didn't want to eat all these berries alone, and had hoped that someone might make their way to be her company for the time being.

[ultraviolentdragon]

Closed starter @valyrianblooded Location: Hallway Alcove

Shoulder pressed to the stone wall, that icy-violet gaze was locked out the window at something. Though, at first glances it would be hard to tell if there was something she was actually looking at or if she was just dazed off entirely. Between her fingers is a length of ribbon that has a shredded end, picked apart by nervous digits. If not for that and her shallow breathing, she might be considered an ornate statue. A quiet hum from the confines of her throat is heard before she shifts to get more comfortable. Her trusted guard stands some ways behind her, leaning against the wall and watching those that come and go. Then, as if out of nowhere, a smile appeared on her features and the ribbon tumbled from her fingers, forgotten for the moment.

[ultraviolentdragon]

Closed Starter @atychiphobiias Location: Courtyard Pavilion

For a brief moment, Visenya was lulled by the silence outside her balcony windows, and so she made her way down. Accompanied by her loyal guard and a handmaiden, she was soon seen making her way down the stairs and into the courtyard. Sometimes, she felt the air was stale inside, and waited for just the right moment to emerge and take air. The feeling of mourning still somewhat surrounds her, evident in her attire. She longs for the day she can return to wearing colors, as mourning garb is rather drab to her, even if it's a requirement to an extent.

Her fingertips pluck a dead petal from a flower and discards it to the ground. A quiet humming escaping her throat as she continues looking at the flower, a song she recalls from her childhood but she doesn't recall the source. Finally, she pulls back and glances to her handmaiden, indicating to the pavilion nearby. " Perhaps bring some wine and goblets to the pavilion. I wish to take the air for a bit longer today." With those words, she makes her way into the shade and settles into one of the chairs there. Her fingertips pluck a dead petal from a flower and discards it to the ground. A quiet humming escaping her throat as she continues looking at the flower, a song she recalls from her childhood but she doesn't recall the source. Finally, she pulls back and glances to her handmaiden, indicating to the pavilion nearby. " Perhaps bring some wine and goblets to the pavilion. I wish to take the air for a bit longer today." With those words, she makes her way into the shade and settles into one of the chairs there.

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