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[wildtarth]

frgdinblxdd​:

Rhaegar simply nodded his head, acknowledging that he had heard it. At this point, he was tired of thanking people for their condolences. “I know, it’s necessary to make sure everyone remains loyal to the new crowned king or queen. It’s also a way to make sure no … ambitious men start any rebellions.” He titled his head to the side. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Tarth. I’m prince Rhaegar Targaryen.” She already knew that but he guessed it was the respectful thing to do, introduce himself back to her. “For now. I will soon excuse myself back to my chambers.” Or the library, but he decided not to mention that, not wishing to be disturbed in the future. “It depends on what your interests are. You may go out into the streets of King’s Landing, see what it has to offer for yourself.”  

“the ambitions of men can be quite... dangerous at times.” she found that out the hard way. reason why she was hired most of the time ; keep things nice and quite to their liking. as long as it meant coin in her pocket and the freedom she desired. “rhaegar...” she spoke his name once given. she knew he was a prince but couldn’t place which one. a groan left her as she leaned against a wall. “no offense, your highness but....” a click of her tongue was given. “the streets are boring. well some of the vendors are.... is there a good tavern?”

[wildtarth]

frgdinblxdd​:

Where: The training grounds in the Red Keep

Who: Open to anyone

Daemon didn’t like to leave Pyke, at least not when it meant he would be stuck in land somewhere else. He didn’t like having to deal with all these nobles, pretending like he cares about what they have to say and the boring conversations that he had to keep going to not seem rude. Plus, King’s Landing was a bit too warm for his liking and he was already missing the seas breeze and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The constant pain on his body was easier to handle when he could just take a swim in the cold water. Warm weather made his bones hurt more than usual and he hated that.

Daemon sat near the training grounds, watching the soldiers and other nobles practicing and sparring. He had a jug filled with wine next to him, along with an empty cup. People were walking by, some of them would spare him a look, most likely recognizing him as one of the Princes from the Iron Isles, others wouldn’t even spare him a second look. Daemon heard the footsteps approaching and still looking down at the sword resting on his lap, that he had been sharpening and cleaning, he spoke up. “King’s Landing has a certain charm to it, doesn’t it? Although, a little too warm for my liking.” He paused, not wanting to seem rude. “How are you enjoying your stay?” He wasn’t sure if the person had just arrived or had been here for sometime, either way, he was trying to be polite. 

this was more her scene;  not the twirling pleasantries inside the red keep. the sound of metal clashing against metal ; the grunts and war screams. it caused a bounce to come from her - a giggle. she spent many a days at evenfall hall sparring with her mother-- a great knight ; the first female knight in all of the seven kingdoms. and when she held oathkeeper in her hands-- it warmed them. lit a fire within her that would never be snuffed out. and so what if she stole oathkeeper from her brother?

“get up, pretty lord!” she called to her sparring partner now sprawled out onto the ground. a twirl of the sword was given as she stepped closer. spitting out the blood that pooled into her mouth. a cheap shot given. “not very nice.” but then he tapped out as his little guards came running. sliding oathkeeper into the sheathe nestled on her hip- she made her way over. not noticing the prince seated as she rolled her shoulders. damn.. that pretty lord almost took her out. impressive. she didn’t have the build of her mother or father- a surprise to both of them. but years on her own ; she knew how to handle herself. the prince’s words caused her head to turn slightly to look at him , her fingers rubbing the side of her jaw. “stinks.” she simply said before plopping down with a heavy sigh. “never one for big places... but the people are amusing to say the least. and the dragons are... terrifying.” her sapphire eyes fluttered over the the kraken on his attire. “my prince...” she muttered. 

[wildtarth]

frgdinblxdd​:

Rhea couldn’t remember the last time she was in the capital. It had happened when she was a young child and her memories from that time were long gone by now. She had a new life and anything from her past, she tried her best to erase. Rhea went down to the streets of King’s Landing, wanting to get familiar with her surroundings and cursing her companions for leaving her alone. That’s when she felt a small body collide against her’s. She reached forward, grabbing the child’s arm so that he wouldn’t fall to the ground and hurt himself. “That’s alright, no harm done.” She offered the other a smile. “Someone’s in a hurry though.”

hands placed on his hips as he let out a heavy sigh. “he likes to escape me.” he admitted. “a true terror when his mother isn’t around.” which was... often-- at least around renly. better than to see how sore the marriage had gotten from renly’s own distance. “sometimes , i wonder if he’s a dragon or something.” he teased before kneeling down to swoop his son up into his arms. “are you lost , my lady?” he asked softly as he tried to wrangle the squirming toddler.

[wildtarth]

The evening before leaving for the great journey to the capital, the head of the the castle of Storm’s end, had decided to bestow upon her his wisdom after a few tankerts of ale. The most repeated one; don’t stray too far from the Baratheon’s side. First, because her ladyship might need her assistance. Second, in order for her not to be lost in the crowds that would flock to the city for the celebration. Knowing her easily distracted nature, Shiréne should have known to listen to his words but upon arrival all was quickly forgotten. Lost in the sea of unfamiliar faces and interesting scenery. Before she knew it, she found herself lost in the streets, trying to find her way back to whomever could show her in the right direction towards her Lord’s quarters. 

Then, as if the gods were getting tired of seeing her failed attempts, a gentle bump against her legs pulled her gaze downwards. Her eyes were met with a smile and twinkling eyes from a familiar child. A gentle, loving smile lit up her features as she lowered herself to gently embrace her lady’s grandson. “Hello, little one” she spoke as one hand gently stroked his wind-swept hair back into place. Moments later, she heard another familiar voice call out an excuse. Shiréne rose back on her feet, before making a small bow. “Lord Baratheon. - It seems that our young lord is already a savior of mankind, or at least a savior for the likes of me. I must say these streets all look quite the same to me and I had lost my way before he found me.” She smiled down at the boy once more. “Thank you, Robert.”

it was a familiar face-- much welcomed amongst the hustle and bustle of the streets overwhelmed by strangers. “lady shirene.” he breathed out an exhale of relief. well... at least it wasn’t a stranger that his little robert clung to. “they are indeed streets to lure lost souls. i think i spent.. hours? lost within it’s winding walls upon my first arrival.” he let out a small chuckle before he looked down at his son. “if it wasn’t for the dragon’s swooping above ; i surely wouldn’t have an inkling of a guidance of where to go.” 

kneeling down , he swooped his son up into his arms much to the toddler’s protest of squirming. he just wanted to run around but that did nothing good for his frail lungs. a long cry came from him before renly made an attempt to rock him. he was never good at this sort of thing. “how fares mother?” he asked her as he continued to bounce.

[wildtarth]

heavyisthehead​:

ignoring the ever present kingsguard behind him and the few in front of him, he watched jaehaerys run in between the two men in front. it was rare that he had any free time with everything happening and the gathering of the lords but he was here now and was going to enjoy time with his son. the three year old had begged for a ride on drogon, but he was sure alyin would have his head if he did that with him so young. The sight of another young boy running forward caught his eye and the kingsguard moved to step him before they realized who the child was as jaehaerys ran forward and grabbed his cousin. “nothing to apologize for.” he grinned at the face of his brother-in-law. “we’ll blame jaehaerys if anyone is angry with him.” 

“my king.” the baratheon lord bowed to the other before his eyes set down to look at the two children. they only meet once already and seemed to be completely close. it warmed his heart. robert didn’t have siblings of his own nor cousins close at home-- and renly didn’t know if he could stomach bedding again to grant another child-- even though he was nagged to. robert was already frail-- it was uncertain but renly believed he’d be strong. renly took a step forward , clasping a hand on his brother-in-law’s shoulder. “jorah.” handsome as ever. “how fare you? are you doing well? i give my greatest condolences.” hearing the giggles as robert circled around jaehaerys , playing , it really brought a smile across renly’s face on a solemn time.. 

[wildtarth]

aqvccn​:

        “well, nothing’s ever perfect.” the bitterness in her voice evident, and she almost hoped renly’s wife hadn’t joined him this time around. however, she knew that was just wishful thinking. sadly, there were details that couldn’t be left behind. “but this little one is, of course.” robert was renly’s son, and to aylin, he was the most precious little boy just because of that. “then maybe you should visit me more often! you and robert are always welcome here.” his wife could stay, aylin would prefer if she did. robert’s cute giggles were so sweet and aylin couldn’t help but kiss his cheeks again. “actually, they look just like their father. but i can’t say that i mind.” her babies were beautiful, a dream come true, and it filled her heart with joy whenever she looked at them and could see her husband in them. “let’s have some wine, brother. you can tell me everything and this little one can get some cake.” she asked her ladies to get some refreshments ready for them by the end of their walk. aylin refused to let go of the boy as they continue on their way. “so, have you been well?”

a small click of his tongue was given as he walked slowly beside her. arms placing behind his back now as his head dropped to watch his feet. “i plan on it , dear sister. but...” he began. “one day i will be forced to stay amongst our childhood halls...” he was in line to be ruling lord when their father passed ; something he wasn’t looking forward to. a sigh left him before a small chuckle ; looking over at her with a tilt of his head. “well-- that husband of your is quite handsome indeed.” he whispered to her , a small smirk on his features. only she really knew him. “is that to bold of me to speak of the king?” another whisper as he looked around , careful not to speak to loudly just in case... he was worried. but when her question of his wellbeing was asked , he simply let out another weary sigh. “do i have to answer that?” his voice cloaked in a sadness that always held onto him. a secret he held- ate at him. it only ached more whenever his bodyguard was around... for secret reasons. “she complains that her bed is always cold... i’m distant.... then with robert’s ailments....” he looked over at his son , running fingers through black curls. “he breathes well today...”

[wildtarth]

shereiqns​:

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝  for  the  baratheon  children  ,  held  in  high  regards  to  the  ruler  of  the  north  .  earning  her  affections  had  always  been  hard  ,  but  for  those  who  are  family  (  not  always  necessarily  sharing  blood  )  it  was  easy  to  gain  .  soft  hands  tangle  in  the  locks  of  the  sweet  baratheon  boy  around  her  skirts  with  a  smile  .     “     ⸻     blood  calls  to  blood  ,  he  has  wolf  blood  to  him  ,  i  am  sure  .     ”     she  returns  ,  meeting  his  gaze  with  an  easy  smile  .     “     he  has  stolen  my  heart  ,  that  is  certain  .     ”     and  it  were  true  ,  with  no  children  of  her  own  ,  and  no  husband  also  (  though  both  are  of  her  own  decisions  )  she  was  quick  to  be  enamoured  by  the  babes  of  her  family  ,  distance  and  part  aside  .     “     travels  were  long  ,  unfortunate  as  it  is  ,  there  is  no  time  for  rest  ,  not  with  a  new  king  to  be  crowned  .     ”     

“that’s no excuse , cousin.” he told her rather harshly. “please rest. at least for a little while. no one will fault you for needing it.. our travels have been long to come to a vast capital where more travel is given.” he came to rest his hand on her arm , a gentle and caring gesture. “there is time for the crowning. at least rest weary feet.” he sighed softly. looking down at his son who still clung to her. “perhaps i will send robert to the north with you for some time. let him know his family more. let him know the north. perhaps the chilled air will do well for his lungs...” he suggested softly. robert being frail was always a worry for him, no matter how much the child really showed it at times. “or perhaps we travel together. it’s been some time since i’ve been there. i’d love to see my aunt... how is she faring?”

[wildtarth]

royalreiqn​:

       ❝  ugly  mug?  i  didn’t  realize  i  was holding up a mirror for you to look into.  ❞        the ice that normally filled his veins, growing the further south he ventured, was nonexistent as he also clasped his hand on the other’s shoulder. if young robert hadn’t been standing between them he would have embraced his cousin in a hug.        ❝  quite recently. and you?  ❞         luke glanced down at the child and immediately kneeled down so they were on the same level.        ❝  and how is my favorite nephew?  ❞

“ugly? this face? where? lies in ever slanderous word.” he snickered , shaking his finger at him before a small laugh burst out of him. “just arrived. ahead of the she-wolf.” he spoke of his wife. it wasn’t a secret among the family that renly didn’t care much for his own wife. a marriage of convenience and duty. estranged. you really rarely saw them together unless they needed to make a public appearance together.  “i hope your travels from the north was an easy one , cousin. i don’t miss it.. and i’ve only been a few times.” he mused. robert giggled lucyan before grabbing and pinching at his face. a few babbles given then hands opened and closed , asking to be picked up.

[wildtarth]

ladyelysestark​:

Open starter!

Location: The Library of The Red Keep

Elyse had decided to send a raven to her mother back home in Winterfell. For she was too old to make the trip to King's Landing and Elyse missed her. She had already sent the raven back to Winterfell, to tell her mother about what her trip in King's Landing was like currently.

Elyse made her way to the library after sending the raven off. She decided a bit of reading to pass the time before a brisk walk around The Red Keep would do her some good.

Then, she saw she wasn't alone in the huge library as she saw someone at a shelf.

"Hello. I see you've come here to read as well." Elyse said with a smile as she curtsied in greeting.

he was so bored. these tomes so drawn out. renly had come to read about his ancestry ; his father never one to tell him much. after all ; his father was a bastard.... never once set foot on the throne as his birthright. but being told countless times that you resembled a ghost did bother him. so he sat down to pick through tomes that he could get access to. maybe he would ask his sister to access the royal archives later. a long yawn came from him then the words caught his attention ; looking up from the book. “ah... cousin.” he mused , waving a lazy hand for her not to curtsy. no need. “yes. trying to find as much as i can about our family.” he admitted. “what do you wish to read , elyse?”

[wildtarth]

aqvccn​:

♕ * —

it felt like home, even if for a split second, in the arms of the person who mattered the most in her life. “yet,” she echoed with a gentle laugh as she crouched down to meet her nephew. “you, my love, must be robert.” it as felt as though she had missed so many important moments in the little one’s life, and it filled her chest with sorrow.

picking up to toddler in her arms, she got back to her feet and smiled at her brother. “it has been just a few days, nothing remarkable to be told.” big shoes to fill, she supposed, impossible to do. “you are here with robert, and that is all i care about.” with a smile, she leaned in to kiss the boy’s chubby cheeks. “he’s wonderful, renly. looks just like you.” thankfully. the words died on her tongue before they could find the way out of her lips. “it is about time you meet jaehaerys and argella.” it was inconceivable to think her brother had yet to meet her babies.

“yeah. he’s got my looks.” his face twisted. “but his mother’s temper.” he huffed before a hand came to wrap around her shoulders. robert squirmed in her arms , causing a look to come onto renly’s face. little monster. “behave.” he warned before his fingers were grabbed by the small chubby ones , instantly softening him. he might have not cared much for the deed but.... he was happy. never thought himself a father...now look at him. leaning in , renly placed a quick gentle kiss to his sister’s cheek before a wide smile came across his face. “my dear sister , keeping me away from my darling niece and nephew! monstrous!” he let out a hearty laugh ; bringing robert’s hand up to his mouth and acting like he was eating it to earn a cute laugh from the child. “i’m sure they look like you.. i hope they look like you.” he jested. 

[dushku]

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[wildtarth]

royalreiqn​:

ft.  wylliam  tyrell     —     open  starter where:   the red keep’s gardens  status:   open to all.

        the  gardens  paled  in  comparison  to highgarden’s, but the fresh air was pleasing enough as was the solitude. his duties as ruling lord would soon call him back inside, but for a brief moment he both desired and needed a moment to breathe. however, the sound of footsteps told him that he wasn’t the only one with that idea in mind. unfortunately. he almost didn’t turn around, hoping they weren’t after conversation, but he was here representing the reach; he could be rude. so he glanced over at the person and nodded in greeting.        ❝  the keep too crowded?  ❞

she was drawn to the gardens ; even someone as rough around the edges as she was. they reminded her of the small garden nestled in the courtyard of evenfall hall. blue flowers swaying in the wind. sapphire. how even her mother could seen softened by them ; said to be a gift to her grandmother by her grandfather before she passed away. she was lost in thought as gentle fingers pressed against petals. not as blue. but made her homesick. the words startled her , not noticing him. a small jump and she was soon looking at the lord. “ah. um... yeah.” her words were soft.  “don’t really mingle. and that’s what’s expected of you in there.”

[wildtarth]

heavyisthehead​:

OPEN STARTER

LOCATION: anywhere around the red keep

the loud roar from overhead had jorah looking up, a smile on his face when he recognized the pale blue dragon overhead as baela and vaehra. his sister had this freedom that he was happy to give her, he wanted all his siblings to be able to have some freedoms, more than he did as king. he’d perhaps join her later after this next meeting. When she flew low between two of the buildings, he looked over at his new companion. “have you seen them up close?”

how the tarth ended up at the side of the king that day-- the world would never know. she didn’t even know. a strike of conversation on the streets; probably her rambling about something. she kept her distance , hands clasped in front of her like her mother showed her. be a lady.... yeah.. that probably didn’t last two minutes. sapphire eyes watched the skies ; watching flapping wings and hearings roars. it sent a shiver down her spine. his words captured her attention before a shake of her head. “nah. petrified of dragons actually.” she paused for a moment. “and bears.”

[wildtarth]

shereiqns​:

⸻   *    ☼      𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚      ⸻   ft.    open  starter  !

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:   the  red  keep  ,  somewhere.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝: n/a.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:  open  to  all.

𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬  ,  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  landing  meant  an  awful  lot  of  things  .  it  mean  an  end  to  her  dornish  adventures  ,  an  end  to  swimming  in  the  fountains  of  the  water  gardens  ,  it  meant  the  end  to  her  martell  name  ,  well  partly  .  but  even  the  thought  of  a  betrothal  to  a  man  she  knew  nothing  of  save  his  name  and  the  whispers  of  travellers  .  but  despite  all  the  ends  that  met  at  kings  landing  ,  there  was  new  beginnings  on  her  horizon  ,  many  new  beginnings  .  she  cared  not  for  propriety  and  duties  ,  she  was  a  princess  ,  a  half  sister  to  the  heir  and  yet  ,  she  skirted  her  duties  always  in  favour  of  exploration  and  now  ,  without  greeting  the  westerosi  monarchs  ,  she’d  found  herself  lost  in  the  winding  halls  and  towers  of  the  red  keep  .  her  hands  trail  over  the  walls  and  windowsills  as  she  walks  ,  the  afternoon  glow  catching  the  glittering  jewels  on  her  dress  through  every  passing  window  .

she had been watching the people go by in the halls , the lady laying out on a stone bench underneath a window. not the most ideal position for a lady but fuck it. placing her feet on the stone as she got herself comfortable. the people she watched were indeed... interesting. parading around in their fancy wear and their fake smiles. no respect. a huff left her as she leaned her head back ; watching the birds flew across the window in the sky. then the glittering shine of jewels caught her attention. as well as some children that snuck in. they aimed right for the jewels ; alvina quick on her feet. she caught them by the arms , kneeling down. “best be on through whatever tunnel you urchins crawled out of before the guards find ya. and trust me-- ya won’t want that.” she warned before looking back up at the princess. “those fancy jewels are quite a target.”

[wildtarth]

dcstiniesfm​:

Location: Somewhere in King’s Landing or just outside the Red Keep

The lord Blackwood crinkled up his nose in distaste before trying to fish for a handkerchief from his pocket. Finding none, his infamous scowl was then painted across his face. “After all these years, the stench of this city has still not improved the slightest bit. How do they expect children to grow up here healthily or play outdoors happily?” he tutted. “If they can afford to maintain dragons, they should be able to afford to maintain or improve the cleanliness of this city,” he noted disapprovingly. 

the lord had a point ; overhearing him as she made her way through the streets. she saw the scowl on his face , the fishing for a fabric that he seemed not to have. a small hum and alvina grabbed hers from a pouch laid across her tunic belt. the tarth emblem stitched into it was a pretty hand. years of ‘etiquette’ lessons... don’t question her on it. a lazy hand held it out for him. “it’s clean. promise.” she mused. “i’m sure the dragons don’t help with the stench. nor the brothels... or the slums... i could go on and on.”

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royalreiqn​:

ft.  myrcella  marbrand     —     open  starter where:   a market of king’s landing. status:   open to all.

       her  father  had  been  hesitant  to permit her to leave the red keep, always protective of his youngest daughter, but myrcella had learned very quickly when she was young that her father was also incapable of saying no to her. so it’d only taken a little pleading for him to acquiesce. the streets were lively and the market even busier. she fluttered about, eager to see it all, until a particular stand caught her attention. the table was full of a variety of silks and fabric, each seemingly more beautiful than the last. myrcella ran her hand over one in particular before glancing at the person beside her.        ❝  isn’t this fabric divine? it would make a lovely gown.  ❞

alvina wasn’t really one for fine things. sure-- when she was little and her father lavished her in gifts of silks and jewels but now-- not so much. but she wasn’t one to turn down a gift- her brother giving her a nice gown one year. she wore it once. then threw it off into the sea. she was busy looking through the markets ; looking to find anything for her ailing mother. when a voice pulled her from her thoughts. sapphire eyes looking down at the silk in the others hand. “yeah.. i suppose if you are into that sorta thing. fancy.”

[wildtarth]

kingpawns​:

open starter 

          “  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  rather  disappointing.  you  are  welcomed  with  the  stench  of  piss  and  shit  and  then  farewelled  with  the  stench  of  piss  and  shit.  how  anyone  can  live  here,  royalty  or  not,  is  beyond  my  understanding.  but  fear  not,  i  have  arrived  with  gallons  and  gallons  of  dorne’s  finest  wine.  that  will  surely  be  enough  to  dull  the  senses.  ”  the  prince  says  as  he  begins  to  pour  two  cups,  “  especially  that  of  smell.  ”  he  offers  the  second  cup  to  the  other,  a  smirk  on  his  lips. 

“people gush about kings landing. how magnificent it is.” she hummed softly , swaying a little in her spot. “but it’s keen to a hobble or a pig’s pen. smelling like shit and despair.” nothing she wasn’t used to. she slept in many a hobbles or even in a pigs pen once. that wasn’t pleasant but when your are piss drunk and it looked like a comfy bed in that moment , are aren’t one to complain. she also wasn’t going to complain about free wine ; taking it from the other. sapphire eyes looked him over slowly. “ah... fancy pants.... hmmm. prince?”