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she wasn’t prepared for an introduction, but a lifetime of lessons were enough to have on rolling off her tongue. “erena flint, of the widow’s watch branch of flints.” she’d always been taught to add the amendment to avoid confusion, though now it only made her own mind fuzzy. yes, it had been her choice to reclaim the flint name, but only because keeping mormont without a child to tie her to her late husband felt like a lie. and yet her own name still felt so wrong. “a pleasure.”

❝ and you may call me kunal ❞ he responded. he had gone purposefully undetected on many of his travels and gotten into the habit of starving off any formal introduction. it had been only a move of secrecy and some humility at first, but then someone, with a mind more like his brother, had praised it for the lack of information it gave your conversation mate. he was trying to train the formalities back in. ❝ of house tyrell, i’ll save you the list of titles... pleasure to meet you lady flint of widow’s watch branch of flint. ❞ his response game with a small smile, looking to see if it. had the desired effect of all of breaking the iciness between them.

#c: erena

malvella

closed starter for lady laelia tyrell @svnflowvr , lord kunal tyrell @wrdensouth , lord cassian tyrell @royalreiqn , and lady alyce hightower @gazofilakion .

" No , wait ! " Dahlia's alarm was nearly palpable as she grabbed the arm of the person closest to her , stopping them in their tracks . " Don't ! My dusk rose ! " Sure enough there was a plant clipping in the direct path of the noble that was about to be made into pulp via their fancy shoe . It wasn't entirely like Dahlia to have such an outburst , but this was a plant rarely seen in Westeros . She'd come into enormous luck by finding it in the gardens of the palace during the feast , and Dahlia was certain no one would miss the sprig of greenery she'd carefully hidden in her dress . Apparently it had sprung loose .

wrdensouth

❝ dahlia! ❞ kunal’s tone was stern in a way that was entirely unusual of him. his gaze was far more preoccupied with the stares of other nobility around them than whatever could have caused an outburst of this kind. he had grown up with the view that he would never let any title define him, now he was desperately trying to craft himself into whatever a ‘lord’ truly was. all that he knew so far was that in many ways it was against his nature. but he needed his family, at the very least in public, to treat him like that wasn’t the case. that his sister didn’t think she could command him of anything. he raised an arm out to calm his personal guard who had jumped into alert. ❝ pick it up and follow me, ❞ he said, heading into a small enclave off the main hall.

#c: dahlia

royalreiqn

with kunal tyrell / @wrdensouth where: the red keep's gardens.

despite being removed as his father's heir, a loss that still frustrated him when he dwelled to long on it, cassian remained the eldest sibling, and being the eldest came with the innate habit of looking out for his younger siblings. kunal being ruling lord didn't change that. especially now that they were in territory that was cassian's domain; one he knew could be as deadly if one didn't know how to twist it to their advantage. so when he didn't see his younger brother in the great hall, cas wandered outside and into the gardens. while they didn't hold a candle to the gardens at highgarden, they did give a small hint of home. ❝ there you are. ❞ smiles weren't a rare sight but genuine ones, like the one currently brightening his expression, were. ❝ tired of all the dancing and small talk? ❞

wrdensouth

there’s was a situation quite removed. the second born in possession of the title while their elder sibling still remained quite alive. holding even greater power some would say. and so they became a rare case study, and in doing so had found that birth order still held the greatest sway. perhaps it was because of the closeness of the two brothers previously, more likely it was because kunal needed guidance from every source possible and his brother was its greatest trove. when kunal spoke of the pressure he felt arriving at king’s landing, the vast majority of that came from wanting to live up to his own brother’s estimation. but still there was some relief in having his brother so close, especially when the man had all that he lacked. he had followed a fellow lord out into the gardens a little earlier than evening, the surroundings making him feel a little more at home than the political conversation he had been engaged in, so much so that he hung back a few moments. ❝ not at all, i’ve been enjoying the festivities greatly, ❞ he replied, with the energy of a naughty child caught in misdeeds, even if he was innocent of all. ❝ how have you found the evening so far? ❞ he knew his criteria for the success of a party would be far different than his brother’s view on things.

#c: cassian

svnflowvr:

giving his forearm another reassuring squeeze , she pulled away , making her way back to her vanity table , slipping on her ring , “ of course . i had to ensure that everything was meticulous planned right down to the outfits . plus i do find you look positively distracting in this colour , lord tyrell , “ shooting him a grin as she lent her back against the table , a playful glint in her dark hues. it should be a shock to laelia how well they got along. after all , she had grown up , listening of stories of marriages filled with resentment or distain or indifference. that was the sort of marriage she had been expecting for herself ; however , with kunal , it was the exact opposite. she felt at ease and comfortable but mostly , happy. “ right by your side , “ she confirmed with a nod before she hummed softly , “ it will be good to see my siblings. there is only so much one can say through letter. i do miss them , “

theirs would always be a union as much as a marriage. as they admired one another in their clothes, so did they at the impression it would hopefully bring among their spectators. these were realities that kunal had slowly come to accept, as long as she could be his wife as much as his lady, that would be more than enough. ❝ well let this be just the start, we should reiterate our invitation to them all, i would love them to visit as often as possible when we return home. ❞ kunal knew a little of what it was like to leave home, but only out of choice, and with the option to return whenever the breeze took him. ❝ it is long time that i end my selfishness and let others gaze upon the most beautiful woman in king’s landing, are you ready to go? ❞

#c: laelia

lcvitatings:

a rose in a garden , how fitting , joc thought to herself as the tyrell lord came into view . she’d seen him inside , flitting around from conversation to conversation , lighting up the room , his beautiful wife never too far away . joc didn’t know which one of them she was more jealous of , to be honest . probably him . “ leaning into the stereotypes quite a bit , no ? promise not to tell anyone but i found that tyrell gardens to be a touch more beautiful than these . ” she relaxed her shoulders a bit , making no move to get up . hey , first to the secret bench gets to lay claim over it . she raised her eyebrow at his explanation . “ no need to apologize , my lord . technically , this is the queen’s hiding spot , i’m just borrowing it for a minute or two . you looked like you were having fun inside . ”

holding out his hands to show the tops of his rings, the rose design glinting of each of them, was what he offered as an answer. his people were wonderful farmers, but not the most imaginative designers. he had not taken the time to glance across every the curve of every intricate detail of his outfit but he wouldn’t be surprised to see foliage tucked away there too. ❝ your secret is safe with my m’lady, though i do not know who you would need to hide that from. it is common knowledge, no? ❞ he already missed the greenery of his home dearly, but he relished too in a chance to speak far and wide of its beauty. ❝ that must mean you have visited my home, though i am confident i would remember you if we had met previously. ❞ without seeking permission, he took a seat besides her, ❝ i certainly have been, though i do not regret a moment to rest my feet. are you enjoying yourself? ❞

#c: jocelyn

lcvitatings:

who: open . where: the gardens at the red keep .

the sounds of the feast filtered out into the gardens , where at least a couple people were milling about , chatting happily amongst themselves . jocelyn sighed as she leaned back against the wall , sitting on a bench almost completely secluded from the rest of the garden . she’d spent the majority of her trip to king’s landing alternating between keeping theo entertained and studying a book about the red keep , including a map that had been drawn in the back . she’d known that if she needed a reprieve at any point , this was probably where she would go . the stars above her head twinkled as she tilted her head back , recalling the names for them that her septa had told her when she was young . just as she was reaching for her cup to take a sip of her wine , she heard whispers nearby and footfalls . after a minute or so , it seemed clear that it was only one person and they were going to happen upon her at any moment . she sipped her wine as they rounded the corner on her hiding spot . “ chatting with the flowers ? "

❝ well you know us tyrells’ and our roses, ❞ it wasn’t necessarily a joke he would hold as one to be proud of but this was the approaching the end of an evening where he had rarely been without a goblet in his hand, the result was to be expected. “ i was actually... “ he didn’t know if it was better to stick to the story that the flowers were his companion. then again, better not start rumours about the lord of highgarden thinking he could speak to foliage, at least not this early on. ❝ i stepped out for some air and found myself a little lost, so i was speaking aloud the journey i took to reach here in case it might help. my apologies if i stumbled upon your hiding spot. ❞

#c: jocelyn

svnflowvr:

a soft laugh left her lips as she made a small turn in front of her husband to show off her gown for the feast , noticing his gaze. “ do you approve ? “ her tone lightly teasing. “ do not worry , i will make sure to keep you in line tonight. i can not let myself be too much of a distraction to you . “ laelia had been careful and precise in choosing the appropriate gown as it would not only represent her but it would represent kunal , his family , highgarden and the reach. a sigh left her lips as she moved forward , gently placing her hands on his forearm , giving a reassuring squeeze , “ you have me. i will be right by your side. you have family and friends in the hall and so do i. if you stumble , i will be right there to help you up. “ despite everything between them being so new , laelia was fond of the man who stood before her. she wasn’t going to let him down.

❝ very much so. and i see we are masterfully co-ordinated, no doubt you had some hand in that too? ❞ beyond the difficult ties, he hadn’t paid much attention to his outfit or knew much about style at all - that came from a lifetime of being dressed rather than dressing one’s self - but he found the hues of her gown reflected the intricate details of his own. having a wife was a novelty, a comfortable one. he found himself adapting to the title of ‘husband’ with more ease than ‘ruling lord’. he had initially had a great deal of apprehension at two such drastic changes occurring in tandem but instead he now feared the universe in which he had had to tackle this without her. ❝ right by my side, is that a promise? ❞ he replied, choosing to take the lighter route. he appreciated her support but he found expressing his fears to make them feel even more real. ❝ you must be excited to see your family again, it must be our wedding last you saw of many of them? ❞

#c: laelia

svnflowvr:

being here brought both joy and apprehension to the ruling lady of highgarden ; laelia was eager to reunite with her childhood friend but at the same time , she knew her new family’s position on the royal family. it simply placed her in a difficult situation. sighing softly , she dismissed her lady as she decided to place her jewellery on herself ; her mind distracted with many thoughts on how to act in front of everyone. blinking slightly in surprise at the sound of the knock , her hands fell away from her neck as the necklace remained in place , dark hues moving to look towards the door. a soft , fond smile graced laelia’s lips as she moved forward towards her husband , “ you are not rushing me at all , “ she spoke softly as she took a gentle hold of his ties , “ you are my husband. you are allowed in my chambers at any moment, you don’t have to wait. let me have a look at these , “ it didn’t take her long to rectify the situation. “ all completed. how are you feeling ? “

with soft and quick hands she resolved his problem, and his head cleared ever so slightly from worry worry. behind it left enough space for him to appreciate her in front of him, a vision as always. ❝ thank you, ❞ he said softly, inspecting the fine work and then looking back at her again. ❝ and i am reminded of how lucky you are every day, ❞ he said, a playful twinkle glinting in his eye, briefly forgetting all that lay beyond her chamber door for them to face this evening. ❝ my greatest worry for tonight is that you will be too much of a distraction for me, lady tyrell. ❞ the fondness between them was growing more natural with each passing day. she was quickly becoming a welcomed lighthouse amongst these stormy seas, he had no doubt that would continue during these turbulent times at king’s landing. ❝ in all honesty, the importance of this evening is front of mind. and it is all rather daunting... ❞

#c: laelia

@disfunctie

not many would have been surprised if kunal had felt like he had far too many siblings already to be keeping an eye on. they had grown up a large, and tight pack and remained so in adulthood. but, although the political notion of the union he had just entered into felt oft unsettling in his stomach, the practical nature of two families coming together had felt a welcomed side-effect. another gang of siblings to bring into their fold, the infamous triplets and their youngest brother, were all to him now family which was a word kunal held deeply.

although he knew he was meant to be creating new relationships at this dinner, he couldn’t help but cross the hall halfway through the evening to greet one of his new ‘siblings’. he had had the pleasure of his company at highgarden in recent months, and though the other had proven mostly infalliaible to the ‘charm’ that kunal liked to think he possessed, they had grown some level of kinship.

❝ prince belyar, it has been far too long, ❞ he greeted cheerily, patting him on his back. ❝ i still cannot believe you left me with only your sister for company. ❞

#c: belyar

@widowatched

kunal may not be naturally suited for much of his new title, each day in turn reminded him as much. tonight was a rare occasion where he felt comfortable, and it showed on his face as he stepped away from a group of nobles from the vale, notably preening. he turned quickly to the next unfamiliar face

❝ i don’t believe we have been introduced, which must be immediately rectified. ❞

#c: erena

@svnflowvr

it had always been a great source of confusion to him why his tailors insisted on placing the ties so far round the sleeve, it was simply impossible for him to do it up on his own. perhaps that was the point. but sometimes he found himself alone in the corridor of a new castle, on a night where appearances were everything, already quite... undone. having worked himself up into a frustration, that was unlikely to be just about clothing, he knocked again on his wife's chambers. this time he didn't wait for an answer.

❝ i promise this is not to rush you but i feel like quite the fool standing out there , and am also in need of some assistance with... this, ❞ he said upon arrival, paying no regard to who if anyone was now in his company besides his wife.

#c: laelia

INTRODUCING ...

º ✧ 。––– [ raymond ablack , 33 , cis male , he / him ] welcome KUNAL TYRELL , the RULING LORD OF HIGHGARDEN , to king’s landing ! the ravens have carried word of their - NAIVE and - FORGIVING nature , but we have high hopes that their + MAGNANIMITY and + MAGNETISM qualities will shine through . when you think of them , ideas of A LAUGH CAUGHT DEEP IN THE BACK OF A THROAT, THE HEAVY CLATTER OF CARELESS STEPS, TWO ARMS WRAPPED IN THE TIGHTEST HUG, STAINED TABLECLOTHS AND EMPTY GOBLETS come to mind . they are arriving to the red keep , NEUTRAL TO house velaryon . we do hope that whatever happens , they play the game wisely . ––– georgia .

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