the stars incline us @xastrainclinant - Tumblr Blog

multi muse blog for @conquesthq written by jen ( she/her, gmt ) containing jessamyn royce, mariya tully, rosaline baratheon & tybolt lannister.

day one with cerissa crakehall @monarkhes

while he prided himself on his plentiful friends and connections there were perhaps only a few people in the world that he truly trusted. most he could take a calculated risk on - putting trust in the fact that their interests aligned enough that their decisions would benefit each other - or at least he found them predictable enough that even if they were to make the mistake of betraying him he would be able to see it coming. but when it came to his aunt there was no concern felt over either of those things. there would be no betrayal and he knew that he would look after the interests of lannisport as though it were crakehall. the bond between them ran deep, the lord forever grateful of the way that she had stepped in after the death of his mother and there were few whose company he would rather be in. so as important as discussions of trade and alliances were, as much as he wished to capitalise upon the time he was amongst so many others, those desires were briefly set aside when the desire to speak with his aunt exceeded them. he slipped graciously away from his conversation once it had come to a close, picking up two glasses of wine as he made his way over to the crakehall. wine is held out in meagre offering, the woman before him deserving far more as a show of gratitude. "lady aunt." greeting was spoken softly, reminiscent of how the words had left his lips when he was a child. "I have some updates for you but first I would like to hear how you are. business can wait - " eyes glinted, mirth in them as his jest concluded. "- for a few moments at least."

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day four with henry bulwer @graeclings

he had always liked to think of himself that he was an observant man, one who noticed not only the goings on around him but who had a knack for spotting people's motives and goals. a few minutes spared at an event simply watching others in attendance had never ceased to prove illuminating and more often than not armed him with useful insight. this time his gaze had been drawn to a younger lord, ambition all but pouring off him. the lannister was quick to spot talent and interested to see if there was more to the younger man in question. there was enough passing familiarity ( after all he made a point to know names and faces ) that he was able to go over to make an introduction himself. "lord henry, is it not?" neutral smile rested on his lips, just enough warmth to encourage approval but still polite enough to not be presumptive. "lord tybolt lannister, I do not think we have had the pleasure yet and I sought to rectify that."

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day four with celia swann @oflcgaciesfm

with her wedding day all but looming before her, rosaline had navigated her way through the crowds with a smile on her lips, pausing at all those who wished to speak to the bride to be. after tying up one such exchange as gracefully as she could, a familiar face drew her gaze and out of habit she adjusted her course towards the other without thinking. but there was new hesitation in her steps as she approached her friend. once a vocal supporter of her father, the lord swann had been noticeably quieter in his support for durran in more recent times. growing up in a household where she always doubted how much even family cared for her, it did not take much for her worries to grow that perhaps their years of friendship paled in comparison to the duty a daughter might feel. "lady celia." warmth still lingered in her tone, hesitant hopefulness nestled alongside it as she greets the other. "how have you enjoyed the celebrations thus far?" it was an innocuous question, one that hardly does justice to their years of friendship, but the baratheon thought it better to hedge her bets. if all was fine there would be ample time to delve deeper into each other's lives.

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lov3shot

returning to the reach had felt like a breath of fresh air to the system ─ the howling winds that breezed through the courtyards of storm's end from shipbreaker bay were too cold for comfort and the morning chill was a biting shock to her sensitive nose. though the air was filled with a perpetual scent of flowers and the evenings could get too humid in the summer, the reach was more forgiving on her nasal cavities, so it had been no great sacrifice to accept the proposal to remain in rosaline's service while she adjusted to her new home ─ if the gods were good, bethany would find a husband amongst the many tyrells and stay by her cousin's side for longer. ❝ let me see. ❞ she said airily, striding forward with some fresh linens for the bed. setting the sheets down to be fitted later, she approached rosaline with sure steps, resting a gentle hand on the other woman's shoulder as she peered into the flat box that the jewels were laid out against, glittering in the sunlight. ❝ more than suitable. ❞ came the soft confirmation. things had been difficult between them, for a while, but bethany could understand the fear of the stormlanders feeling jilted by their ruling lord, especially now that the rogue steffon had founded his own camp. ❝ have you decided on the dress ? i know we were looking at two for the coronation but if you are worried about losing your colors amongst the greens, we can see to adding a bronze - casted piece as well. ❞

xastrainclinant

her cousin had been a constant in her life for years now, one that she found herself endlessly grateful for when there had been countless times she had felt as though there was not another in the world she could turn to. but even with the bond of trust between them there is still an uneasy feeling that runs through her as the other woman cast her eye over the jewels she had selected. years of feeling as though her choices never matched up to her parents' desires meant that she never ceased to feel the weight of other's scrutiny, no matter how benign. grateful smile was quick to grace her lips upon the reassurance that she had done well and careful fingers begin to put them away. head shook gently at the next question, hardly surprise that she had found herself struck by indecision when she was so reluctant to put a foot wrong. "not yet. I feel as though I have too many options and not enough all at once." eyes lit up slightly as she glanced up at the suggestion "do you think there would be time to do that? I think it might just be the perfect touch - what would I do without your mind?" though there had been tension between them borne through lack of understanding on each other's views, rosaline would not be without bethany. sigh slips from her lips and though she is not certain that the other will truly understand there is no other she feels she can speak as freely with. "this union is supposed to benefit all, I only want to remind the stormlands that I will keep their best interests in mind wherever I can, that is all. but it feels like a lot to ask a simple garment to do." though given her family's bannermen's distaste for their alliances she doubted anything short of an impassioned speech on the steps of the sept claiming she would not marry until her demands were met would suffice.

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bybloods

OPEN STARTER ⋆ day one of the tyrell coronation and wedding celebrations, at the feast with any who wish to respond.

the journey from driftmark to king's landing had been a short one. how curious a feeling it was to lay one's head to rest in a keep so close to where her mother's bloodline had ruled for centuries. the red keep itself was nothing like visera's valyria. the once doomed kingdom made a beauty of its ruin, the crumbling infrastructure reshaped with molten metals to retain its original magnificent beauty. king's landing's ruin was not its beauty, according to her mother. it was its rot. watching passers by with the quiet intent innate to her being, visera places her wine goblet aside. " you don't find it too strong? " she queries, refering to the deep red wine that still fills it. her lyseni accent is obvious amongst the din of common tongue conversation, and her dark eyes glitter in the candelight — from a candle that she leans almost too close to in search of a response.

xastrainclinant

there had been some relief that for the first few days of the celebrations she was not to be the centre of attention. instead all eyes were on the outgoing monarch and his successor. it had allowed her to play her role as demure but happy fiancee before slipping off to a quieter corner. she had just begun to sip at her own wine when another made a comment on it. "I must confess I quite like it. it is my mother's favourite though, so it could just be that I am accustomed to it." the soft smile on her lips becomes almost apologetic, feeling irrationally responsible that she had a taste for the drink when the other did not. there was little in her life that she felt she had inherited from the elder woman but there was no denying that her mother's disinterest and at times disdain had helped shape her into the woman she had become. for better for worse she was her parents' daughter. "though with our hosts' pride in their wine I am not certain there will be many other choices but I can help you find an alternative if you would like? what is it that you usually like to drink?"

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talestold

an ache gnaws at his chest, sneaking momentary glances at one who's resemblance is both incredibly familiar and drastically altered. he cannot bring himself to stare at all the years he has missed. there will always be a weight that rests on his shoulders for his part to play in his distance, yet steffon has grown to accept the path he's chosen. though he wishes their stances could align on the same side, even going as far as to imagine hiding rosaline within summerhall's encampment, he knows their father has always had the stronger grip. his hope has not been high for years, yet any chance for anything of the sort dwindles with each second closer to the wedding.

there is also another thought that he knows to be likely if he leaves empty handed - this could very well be the last time he ever sees rosaline. he has only traveled for discussions of alliances and seeing what last he can do to reach a better outcome for the stormlands, but once his plans go through... their house's division will be severed quite irreparably, more so than already. besides, marrying a tyrell would be the final nail in the coffin. " you should. " he remembers how much she excelled at the sport and though a conversation of memories dances on his tongue, steffon returns a smile. " thank you, the same to you with archery. i should like to be there to see if you still have what i taught you. "

xastrainclinant

with the ties between them already drawn so thin, it was inevitable that their separation feeling more of a severance when they would no longer even share the same name. from the moment her maiden cloak was replaced with that of house tyrell their interests would be forever conflicting. it had been years now of feeling caught in the middle between father and brother, between head and heart, duty and love but all that would soon come to an end the moment she entered the sept of balor. despite the betrothal hardly being something new - she had had years to prepare herself after all - nothing could have prepared her for the finality of it all. in her most fanciful moments she had dreamed of reunited her family, being the one to successfully broker peace between the warring father and son. it had been a foolish dream but one nonetheless she had clung to.

but now, listening to her brother speak and remind her of one of her most cherished memories, it only served as a painful reminder of just how long it had been since they had been able to spend time like that. "I should like to think I have all that skill and then some. the technique is yours, of course, but the practise and honing of it I will lay claim to myself." a touch of pride lingers in her tone, keen to carve out that she was her own person and not just the sum of the men in her life but lips curl up at the corner to soften any hardness. there is a pause that hovers between them a moment too long as she debates asking about the niece and nephew that she barely knew. "did ellaria and arrec travel with you?"

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day four with visera targaryen @bybloods

with the new king now watching them all with a crown atop his brow the mood in the gardens seemed to be ebullient. pleasantries exchanged she had found a quieter part of the gardens to survey the proceedings, indulging in a quiet moment with her spouse when it seemed as though despite rarely straying from each other's side there had scarcely been enough time together. the notion almost makes her balk ( almost but not quite when her feeling of comfort around them will always win out ) realising that she had become almost soft in their company and that their side was the one place she wanted to be. perhaps that was why when a familiar figure came into view she was quick to leave their side with a squeeze of their hand and a soft smile, attention then becoming solely focused on the woman before her. "lady visa, what a wonderful surprise." words are smooth but sincere, fondness ringing clear in her tone as she continues. "had I known that you would be attending I would have sought you out all the sooner but we shall simply have to make up for lost time now - how have you fared? I trust all is well in lys?"

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lov3shot

it had become something of a personal task to ensure that the men representing summerhall in the jousts possessed everything necessary to ensure their success so while steffon had focused on their daily training, she had been to the best armorer and stablemaster in the stormlands, paying great mind to the image that they would portray once in the reach. outside of the petty border skirmishes with lord durran and his men, this would be their first public showing to the rest of westeros and mariam wanted them to look united, composed and strong in comparison to the motley crew of men that rode in the name of storm's end ─ glancing over at the vision that they made, atop milk - white destiers with the blazing sun of house martell and the rearing stag of house baratheon painted onto their breastplates, she knew that she had done the best with the time given and it was up to steffon to inspire the men. exhaling a soft sigh, she threw a look over the crowd, eyebrows lifting into her hairline when she met with the gaze of a familiar childhood companion. all at once, her demeanor melted even as amusement sharpened the edge of her smile when she noticed the quick steps away from jessamyn's former conversation partner. ❝ my lady royce. ❞ she murmured in greeting, allowing herself to be led further away from the man and towards the balcony that overlooked the tourney sands. ❝ on my men, naturally, or did you suspect otherwise ? i believe one of my siblings is riding as well though between the both of us, i would not waste my dragons on a dornishman in a joust. we are better fighters on ground and dornish sand steeds are not made for such heavy armor. ❞ neither were dornish fighters. ❝ i am glad to see you here. it is nice to see a friendly face. ❞ a trusted face, though that went unsaid.

xastrainclinant

despite the years that had passed it is all too easy to slip into a comfortable familiarity with the martell. steps slow from a purposeful march away from the lord to a more ambling pace, content for once to wander aimlessly if it meant she could enjoy her friend's company for a little while longer. "perhaps." the words are lilting, teasing when she did in fact no better. the similarities between herself and the princess were what had allowed her to hold their childhood friendship so closely. knowing that despite her love for winning pride in her house ( both the one she had grown up in and the one she had married into ) meant that she would never bet on another. "but of course not, we know to have pride in our own. we shall simply see whose trust in their men is better placed once the tourney is over." it is harmless banter when she doubted that the outcome would affect their bond. though pride and ambition and the need for competition were strong traits within her, they were not so strong that they could not be tempered in favour of a more peaceful existence with those she held dear.

light hum was given as she considered the words for a moment, lips curling up into a smile. "I had thought of placing some coin on them as a token of our friendship but I shall refrain if it would be money wasted." she turned contemplative once again, trying to work out where the best odds would be though she came up short - as undoubtedly everyone did when it came to such things of chance. "the vale produces fine knights, I hope my bets are well placed but we all know the reputation of the roses and their bannermen. the competition may be fierce so I can only hope the gods let the best knight win." in the meantime she would pray that the best was one she had chosen to back. "and I you, it has been too long." arm is pulled closer to herself briefly to tug the princess into a fonder hold for a few moments. "though I feel we say that every time to the point I almost doubt our sincerity. so this time I declare that we must do something about it. you would be welcome at runestone anytime and I must confess I have been most curious to see summerhall."

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fortunefooled-deactivated202405

open starter, day one of the festivities.

with the feast in progress, her crew was even more boisterous and rowdy than usual, but saga wasn't one to spoil their fun. they had travelled far, and it was only fair they enjoyed their time in the capital to the fullest as none of them would sail the open seas until this grand spectacle was done and dealt with. the greyjoy princess had found a quiet corner, a half-eaten creamed horn in one hand and an empty goblet in the other. "hand that over. there's no servant in sight with more wine." she gestured to the other person's drink. as they had insisted on disturbing her peace, she wasn't inclined to act with much decorum. "sharing is caring, as some wise twat probably once said."

xastrainclinant

lips thinned as they formed a line that made her displeasure so visible on her features. the royce could appreciate boldness but its effects were lessened when it came at the cost of manners. there's no effort made to hide the emotion, always too secure in the unwavering support of her spouse to concern herself over the impact of her words and actions. there is a thought that crosses her mind to deny the other woman but it would hardly be in the spirit of unity that their hosts were trying to project. besides, she did hold an extra chalice in her hands. "you are fortunate I am in a generous mood." words are tart and a little chiding but there was enough begrudging dryness in them that they could perhaps be taken as a jest. "and that my spouse seems caught up elsewhere so you can have theirs." eyes travelled the room to locate the spouse in question to ensure they were indeed occupied before the chalice was held out.

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sugurugetos

SIMONE ASHLEY as KATE SHARMA in BRIDGERTON: 2x08 — The Viscount Who Loved Me

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graeclings

for: @xastrainclinant

location: the feast

Henry stood alone, in quiet awe as the hall filled with a splendid assemblage. Dignitaries from across the realm, no matter how uncouth they were in reputation, seemed to posses the art of appearing graceful before the crown. However blunt he, Henry, was amongst his skin, he was made debonair and reserved, amongst such company. There was a greater influence upon him, a stronger deterrent of his more biting undercurrents than a sense of patronage-- it lay in the fine forms that walked and dined, ladies cut in a fine sculptural style. With one of these beauties, Henry was fortunate in an acquaintance; a flimsy and delicate tie he wished to deepen through further conversation. He eyed his opportunity to approach Mariya with perfect work, stepping to her side when another had departed; Henry neither attempted to conceal nor hide, the colour upon his cheeks -- a glow, a blush. It would never be said Henry Bulwer did not concede to a pair of fine eyes. "My Lady Mariya -- was I not a man governed by some semblance of reality, I would have divined the fates brought us together this evening. It has been some time since we last met, has it not?" Henry stood in Mariya's presence both brave and demure, teetering between civil politeness, and the budding purpose that took root in his chest. "Does the promise of a joust please you best, or do you pine for the glorious wedding we have been promised? I am keen to prove my mettle, but I have a fondness for matrimony little can temper."

xastrainclinant

only vaguely entertained by her most recent exchange she was almost pleasantly surprised when there was someone else awaiting her company without her having to search for it. "lord henry, what a pleasure. though I would hope that if the fates were working in our favour they would be doing more to pull us together - it has been too long." words are light and airy, little substance to them or even sincerity. it was not so much that she was lying, more that it was more exciting to embellish. theirs was hardly a love story nor did she foresee it becoming one but it was oh so fun to pretend as though they had been kept apart by cruel time and callous distance.

while she suspected that many others would swoon at the notion that a lord could be romantic enough to hold such a place in his heart for marriage ( no doubt claiming it made him a romantic ) mariya did not count herself among them. it was not that she thought they would be wrong to do so - everyone would wish for a husband who could admit to being in touch with more delicate feelings - but with so little current interest in matrimony there was little that could sway her in its favour. "I am sure the wedding will be as breath-taking as the surroundings, our hosts do have such an eye for beauty. but I find myself more drawn to the more exhilarating events - the joust will certainly be adrenaline filled and I have hopes for some kind of dance after the nuptials."

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ephiiphanies

It had been thanks to mariya that olynna had come to enjoy larger celebrations compared to the shy wee girl that come to the riverlands. used to hiding and belonging to the shadows of raventree hall, a beautiful girl out of sight as her fathers wife had preferred it. but in the home of her cousins, there she had been pushed to shine into her own light, she had opened up and become more out going, something she never knew to be a part of herself. "should i be concern that you might cause a commotion, or can i hope you will be in the best of behaviors?" she looks over at her, a single brow lifting with amusement.

xastrainclinant

eyes widened in faux innocence, as though she could scarcely believe that her cousin would think her capable of such a thing. of course, the blackwood knew more than most what the tully's restless nature could cause. "olynna, please, you know I will be the very model of what a lady should be." head shook in mock disbelief before she finished her glass, searching for the next one. leaning in closer to her lady, voice low and conspiratorial she could not resist another jest. "and then once I have tired of that I might consider attempting to get everyone else to loosen up enough that we could actually have some fun." on this occasion she had no intention of causing a scene. forever indulgent of her own whims as she may be, she cared about her family just enough to know when there was a time and place.

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wylldfyres

Observant eyes, keen to the expressions of others could've sworn there was a twitch to her lips, memorizing the way a face moved to learn the woman. A blind man could see her beautiful and her voice was not shrill or similar to a cackle of an old witch with warts on her nose and mischief on the mind. All in all based on that alone Altan could do far worse if this was who parents settled on being the best choice for an alliance through marriage.. Altan listening to her though found her flustering. Someone opinioned and headstrong determined to make others see her point of view alone and chose a passive aggressive comment to hide barbed words and tell him how he was wrong. A challenge. An infuriating and beautiful woman but was he in the mind to fight for her attention to humor what was certainly a larger ego than his own. Gods preserve him. He would have to for the moment least she declare him a cold northern lord.

"Do you not have a deep love for your own lands in a similar way?" Altan countered remaining where he was raising a brow to match her own as if squaring off in their own way. She wished to challenge, he would answer. "Of course if one did give it its fair chance that it would prove to be enjoyable. I would not wish you to lose all your coin or make a fortune off me if I do find one thing worthy of my approval. Should I ask for your favor for the joust?"

xastrainclinant

dark eyes regarded him over the rim of her glass as she took another sip considering his counter but swatting it away with her words. "you would think me entirely without pride in my kingdom if I dared say otherwise, would you not?" brow rose once more, light tone only barely cloaking the inquisitive nature of her words. there was always a desire felt to know others, to learn the workings of their mind and to see if it was a match for hers. though she suspected that she would be proven correct in her assessment of the wolf heir, she wanted to see if she truly would be right or he could take her by surprise. "it is not through lack of love for the riverlands that I long to see the world but rather each trip leads me to hold them even more fondly in my heart." it was not exactly a lie, they were the only home she had known and despite her wanderlust she was in no hurry to leave them behind her for good. "besides, I feel as though spending your time in a new place wishing you were somewhere else is time wasted."

"I do not suppose you could be persuaded if I promised to find some worthy cause to give the funds to?" eyes widened at his question, hardly prepared for such a forward remark. unwilling to show that she had been so caught off guard hand is brought to her chest as though she was some blushing maiden. "you flatter me, my lord, I had not thought I would receive such a bold romantic gesture from you so soon." or even at all. but the jesting tone that she had used to cover her surprise was quickly replaced by one slightly more sincere least he think her incapable of gravitas. "but yes, you may have it if you truly want it. my fathers will be thrilled." the last statement is dry but she sees little point in keeping the desires of the lords tully a secret when they had possessed little subtlety about it.

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wylldfyres

Nodding in agreement Elora breathed in deeply, a smile curling painted lips hearing the words of her dear friend, one of a similar mind and intelligence knowing even the simplest interaction was stimulating. "If there is anything of note you know you are the first I will tell and one of the only ones I trust beyond myself. I look forward to the day you rule your house what an age that will be for us" Elora commented giving the world around them a glance picking up tiny little things of note to look into later. "Then hopefully we dance well into the night to where we ruin fine shoes and outdress the rest of them. Your journey was farther than my own - how was it?"

xastrainclinant

"and I you, there are few others I would wish to share secrets with, whether they be mine or another's." whilst some might covet the power that came with ruling, mariya had always found herself grateful that that responsibility rested firmly on the shoulders of her older sibling. she had long felt that it would only stifle her freedom. "if my fathers have their way I'll be tucked away in the eyrie or winterfell playing the good little wife and looking after their interests." huff left her lips when it was hardly a role that excited her. "what a flawless plan, I knew I loved your mind for a reason." the smile that takes over her features is one full of warmth and fondness, undeniable appreciation for one who would engage in such a thing with her. shoulders then rolled into a languid shrug, hardly hiding her previous annoyance that her trip to king's landing had been one of purpose rather than exploration. "oh fine. I should have liked to see more of the kingdoms as we travelled through but it was painless enough I suppose. and yours?"

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talestold

while having little to no interest in westeros, aerys would be lying to say he does not at least find their culture and regions intriguing. inferior to their progressing kingdom of valyria, yet his mother's family had been rulers in the very castle they now roamed about. he wonders how different the red keep appeared in the days of house targaryen and how much the now ruling house had downgraded. his hands are held behind his back as he patiently continues along, taking in every inch of the capital. eyes meet someone else's and though he would rather turn the other way, aerys plays along instead. " ah, i see what you did, " he grins with a click of his tongue, a slight chuckle following. " i would continue this charade if i knew anything about flowers... hm, how about... i am absolutely tickled pink about the next few days. "

xastrainclinant

there were few things in life the tully enjoyed more than being indulged, no matter how fanciful her chosen topic of conversation. the people who earned their spot in her good graces the fastest were those who did not deny her a moment of leviety but instead chose to lean into it and embellish the topic. so when the lord before her did just that a satisfied smile was quick to curve over her lips, easy laughter following. "it is about time someone appreciated my wit." she felt as though most of the evening had been wasted on those not smart enough to keep up. sip of her drink was taken before a light hum echoed from her lips, playing as though she was considering her next words. "do you think they chose their colours simply because they know how to make everyone green with envy?"

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ephiiphanies

open starter for olynna blackwood — day three; the joust

Olynna had dragged her feet to the location instructed in the invitations, half hoping to arrive so late all the seats would be taken and the maester would take pity and allow her to help after he had ordered her to enjoy the festivities and shut her out. unfortunately her seat had been saved forcing her to participate or at the very least to witness the brutality of it all. although in true, it was a good show, specially with the tyrell's dramatics. she licks her lips as she steps out to find a refreshment and shield from the sun, as another too approaches the table with the drinks she smiles with friendliness. "i had always heard of the show a tyrell knight could put on for the masses, i am not disappointed. did you enjoy it thus far."

xastrainclinant

while her parents had always impressed upon her the importance of appearances ( somewhat ironic when they were so content to let their image slip before their banner houses ) she had had no real guide on how she was supposed to navigate such events. though not a tyrell yet the date when she would become one was fast approaching and she suspected that there would be some expecting her to play hostess. "very much, yes." whether those were her true feelings on the joust or not hardly seemed to matter, it was the answer she was supposed to give. "their skill almost knows no parallel, I believe we have been fortunate to witness it. have you been able to enjoy much of the city?"

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