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the silver dragon tried not to balk, her shock veiled under layers of courtly propriety. the rumours were far too true for comfort as lilac gaze met violet — and daenaera ignored the strange pull of her stomach as she saw far too much of her sister upon the mallister's features. " not at all. " a gracious smile, the very picture of regal warmth. one must keep enemies close, but potential foes infinitely closer. " it is an honour to welcome you to court, my liege. it is my understanding that your family has not spend much time in king's landing, if at all. " by design, of course. if not through direct orders from the queen, then due to the the family's own trepidation. either way, it was wise for both sides to be overly cautious. " i endeavour to be acquainted with all of my mother's noble subjects. "

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻   ╱    for daenaera targaryen ( @divinitics )

arwyn's  hands  play  with  the  fabric  of  their  coat.  it  takes  a  few  heartbeats  for  the  seagard  liege  to  process  the  word's  a  lady  has  presented  them  with  —  the  princess  daenaera  calls  upon  you  for  tea. arwyn  does  not  trust  the  dragon's  invitation;  as  far  as  they  know,  the  princess  might  just  be  asking  them  to  walk  towards  their  own  funeral.  steps  feel  heavy  as  they  make  their  way  to  where  they've  been  instructed  to  meet  the  dragon. ❝ princess. ❞ arwyn  curtsies  and  stands  at  the  entrance.  they  feel  stiff,  as  if  they  are  walking  into  a  dragon's  mouth.  ❝ i  hope  i  have  not  kept  you  waiting. ❞

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CLOSED STARTER — feat. imperial crown princess adhika dagareon ( @sapphircd ) contrition, for sins not of one's own.

a part of surviving, a part of success, was to know exactly when to stow away one's pride. even though it might hurt to do so. seated primly in one of the beautifully embroidered chairs within the chambers of the essosi royals, the dragon princess understood that this was not one of those times. this, she knew innately, was a conversation long overdue. " it is a great regret of mine that i did not formally made my apologies to you earlier, your highness. " it was not her sin, but she knew disappointment borne from her own kin —  even if it is nowhere near the slight that the imperial princess had experienced. " it seemed most proper that my brother be the one to do so first. . . but he is not one to be controlled, except by whims of his own. " and gods knows that the very last thing she wanted to do during her time in essos was to disturb a sister who was mourning her brother.

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she shook her head, silver tresses glistening against the soft morning light. " no, it is a good decision. a raven's journey to essos is long and arduous as it is, i do not doubt that some might have been intercepted. " by the essosi or their own people —  it is too difficult to tell. " it will bode us well to be all the more careful, although there will be more convenient times to communicate amongst a crowd. " the harlaws could not seem too intertwined with the dragons lest they will be utterly unable to assimilate and truly listen. " i assume that nothing had changed between your house and the greyjoys. . . i would vastly prefer if they remain politically isolated. "

closed starter for @divinitics , daenaera targaryen .

“i'm  afraid  my  lettres  have  grown  more  vague  as  the  months  have  passed.  out  of  caution,  of  course.”  an  overload  of  raven  flocks  could  be  seen  gathering  upon  the  distant  skies.  who  could  risk  one  raven  being  opened  when  it  was  meant  for  another?  in  the  first  weeks,  the  lettres  had  been  at  length  —  and  then,  becoming  more  tapered,  more  coded.  to  carilyn,  this  seemed  to  be  a  mutual  agreement,  thus  unspoken,  between  the  two,  for  daenaera's  lettres  had  also  shortened.  “but  now  we  can  speak  somewhat  freely.”  an  arch  of  brow.  “or  perhaps  we  should  be  all  the  more  cautious?”  when  it  came  to  such  moves,  harlaw  would  take  cues  from  targaryen,  and  follow  suit  in  her  shadow  as  fit.

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the northern lion laughed slightly, quiet, and under their breath. it is no secret that her difference remains as stark as ever when placed between those of their house, it had taken her until adulthood to understand that it was not necessarily something to correct. " on the contrary cousin, might i venture to say that these times are not trying for our family. is it not? we are all safe, our castles and reputations intact. i daresay that our forefathers might perhaps urge us to count our blessings. " but it was a saccharine view that their mother would not have allowed, and so cersha had long abandoned the notion of simple pleasures. " but opportunities could arise for us, could it not? " their tone was low, quiet in the way in which it blended with the soft tittering of birds and laughter of nobles milling about the fountain some distance away. " the crown must rebuild. one could almost wonder if a dragon could part from such a large part  —  if not all  —  its hoard. . . has none of the queen's advisors not ventured to casterly rock to petition for your help in this matter? " the lion's hoard knows no bounds, after all. " or perhaps your good brother, the lord aerion targaryen, had called to inquire of some sort of help? "

for: @divinitics 

location: a quiet courtyard under a borough of trees

Stood deep in the shadows cast by a cascade of leaves, Tywell indulged in a rarely witnessed moment of quiet reflection. The oppressive heat did not deter flowers from seeking to shine in the best phase, their full bloom quietly defying the stilted air, the product of a thousand breaths still held in fear. "I have no doubt you have words of wisdom to offer in these trying times -- I dare say you have begun to give our family a name unassociated with impertinence, though I have not yet decided if the notion vexes me." Tywell had long ago learned his usual manner granted him little satisfaction with Cersha, who possessed an irritatingly precise ability to turn his most ghoulish sentiments into passive thoughts of intelligence. He had sought her company to offer his thoughts reprieve from notions of doom and half laid plans for vengeance. "Do you think of what our forefathers would make of these events? I believe above all else, they would be terribly disappointed I had no hand in them."

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a small smile, bright and teasing. " those dragons would have to think twice about scorning you, yet again. " the might of the essosi armies could not be understated, for if the large winged lizard pets of the westerosi royals were not brought into battle, there was no doubt in her mind that their military prowess could crush their neighbour's in a heartbeat. " but i am even more glad that you had not married the prince of dragonstone now. our future empress should not be beholden to a foreigner. " empress, such a melodious word.

months  had  passed  since  last  she  stepped  upon  westerosi  soil.  the  now  crown  princess  of  pentos.  first  time  she  came,  she  came  as  a  bride,  second  time  she  comes  as  heir  to  another  kingdom,  to  essos.  the  last  three  months  had  been  a  hurricane  of  emotions  and  more  than  anything  a  trial  upon  harpy's  soul.  "you  glow  as  always."  she  murmured  with  a  smile,  walking  towards  her  friend  and  embracing  them.  these  months  had  been  harsh  on  them  all  and  the  flower  before  her  had  also  known  loss  in  it  all.  in  truth,  the  hurricane  of  wrath  within  her  had  not  settled  after  these  months  but  considering  the  loss  of  a  sibling  ⸻  her  wrath  could  wait.

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CLOSED STARTER —  feat. lady shaera rogare ( @sacrificeds ) the blood of old valyria, amongst flowers.

" it is no lys, but i myself must admit that highgarden is more beautiful than most. " of course, not until the new red keep will be finished —  the dragon princess' pride could not help but to take a half-hearted offence to how much the nobles had remarked upon the beauty of their surroundings. not the same could be said during their time in the red keep, alas, power could not always be beautiful. " although i should say that perhaps the improvements in king's landing will not place us too far behind - alas ! " a feigned bout of modest laughter, for if the silver dragon was in less of a sensitive company, she might venture to say that the ruin of king's landing be a blessing in disguise. " have you much news from lys, my lady? i daresay any sign of a naval assault by the volantene would undoubtedly be swiftly unmade by the combined naval power of tyrosh and lys. " dragons, however, would be something else entirely, and daenaera was good enough to leave such grim possibilities unsaid.

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CLOSED STARTER —  feat. ser euron harlaw ( @hamart1as ) over cups; bright laughs and lingering touches

it has been a good long while since the myrish pearl found herself in the company of those not from her family  —  a rare treat in the quest of brighter times. " and you have been enjoying the salt in your veins, for which i am endlessly jealous. " dark violet gaze scrutinised him, and remembered the last time his strong arms had encased her against silk sheets. saeleya took a long sip of her wine, throwing him a look over a bronzed shoulder. " i have just heard that your crown prince survived the narrow sea but his dragon did not. . . i do not think that westeros has ever had a king who is not a dragonrider, yes? "

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daenaera, frustrated and tense as she already was, tried not to look visibly annoyed at her brother's quiet resignation. if she was the mistress of her own castle, there will be no stone left unturned in her quest to petition for her very own dragonpit — no matter who was placed in her path. " i understand that. i merely say that perhaps we could have stayed in dragonstone until king's landing is fully rebuilt. . . " at the mention of their eldest brother, however, the dragon princess' countenance folded into something quite solemn. " he must be allowed to claim another, as soon as he is able. " her words were forceful, sharp. for what use was a future king without the source of his power? daenaera herself was not glib enough to realise that their family's lofty grasp of power came from pure, inspired loyalty. " no need for ceremonies, he must venture immediately to claim another. he is true blood of the dragon, no harm will come to him there. "

elder  listened  to  younger,  his  own  tea  left  untouched.  appetite  and  thirst  were  the  first  to  leave  when  settling  into  a  new  place.  "zeokas  and  i  were  forged  by  distance."  soft  admittance  flowed  forth;  the  pain  and  frustration  of  differing  personalities  between  rider  and  dragon  had  long  since  faded,  but  it  didn't  erase  the  years  aelyx  spent  wondering  if  his  own  dragon  despised  him  too. "you  must  admit  the  logistical  nightmare  of  having  all  our  dragons  here."  he  took  a  slow  breath,  gaze  dropping.  "and  perhaps  she's  thinking  of  rhaeys.  so  he  ---  doesn't  have  to  face  a  constant  reminder  of  what  he's  lost."

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the silver dragon's lips curled into a small smile, for she trusted the paege liege to truly unfurl what is in their mind in the most entertaining of ways. " i could not agree more, it is simply what one says to someone they do not truly want to converse with. " it was not so between them, to be sure. daenaera took a moment before answering her friend's question ( although could they truly be called friends, when all is said and done? were frequent and meaningful transactions and promises be enough to call the paege heir amongst her friends? ). " it is unlike anything i have ever — or will ever — experienced. " she began slowly, not merely choosing her words carefully but choosing the words meaningful enough to convey her thoughts. " some have inquired on how shaken i am, or how i am coping. they have presumed the wrong sentiment. it felt like i was meant to do it all along, and i could understand why the prospect of such an emotion might inspire the volantene to drastic measures. " the silver-haired valyrian casted a lilac gaze around to their surroundings, until utterly sure that eavesdroppers were nowhere near their vicinity. " i have not slained a dragon before, but something strange happened as callaelis tore her claws into him. . . "

closed starter for daenera targaryen @divinitics . making the rounds in the gardens, which here, are unburnt.

hands  clasped  behind  liege  -  heir's back,  lighter  brown  centre  of  iris  surrounding  pupil  to  take  in  the  jurisdiction  of  their  current  stay.  invitation  on  behalf  of  highgarden  did  little  to  erase  the  memories  of  the  red  keep  from  naerys's  mind  —  but  they  could  only  imagine  this  was  the  surface  feather  of  the  raven  which,  perhaps,  lurked  in  daenera  targaryen's  mind.  like,  it  seemed,  continued  to  recognise  like,  and  they  were  surprised  they  had  managed  to  convince  her  to  a  stroll  much  like  one  months  ago.  “leisurely  stroll  or  not,  if  i  must  comment  on  the  weather  being  pleasant  one  more  time,  i  will  fling  myself  into  a  thorn  bush.”  paege  barbs  delivered,  albeit  not  at  another  in  particular,  but  rather  laid  as  traps  might  to  any  who  approached  unwanted.  “this  seems  rather  ill-fated  a  question.  but  i  must  inquire  as  to  how  you're  doing.”  appraising,  heir  -  pendant  swinging  deep  onyx  in  their  left  earlobe.  “to  witness  a  dance  is  one  thing.  to  have  danced  is  another.”

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CLOSED STARTER —  feat. lady allaria greyjoy ( @vencmovs ) a maze of flowers, as far as the eye could see

" my darling, not too far ! " her son, by far the most rambunctious of all her children, ran giggling into the lovely maze of fragrant roses, and like clockwork —  his elder sister dutifully set off after him. the northern lion smiled contentedly as they walked arm in arm with their eldest daughter; almost truly a lady grown. " children are excitable in new places, are they not? " she remarked at another lady within their vicinity, smile warm and wistful. " a parent could almost commend their fearlessness if not truly wrenched by worry. "

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CLOSED STARTER - feat. lord sinan martell ( @hamart1as ) in the shadows, in silence, and in whispers of old valyria

if she were asked, the silver dragon would insist that she is most unchanged by the recent events. but even in her heavy mind, she felt herself unable to believe her own lies. the realm had been without war for centuries, and daenaera knew now that it had made their leaders complacent - or in her mother's case; fearful. she had seen essos now, the utter vastness of her lands and people, and for once it had made her feel small. small now, yes, but somehow ever hungrier for something more. " i had almost veered off-course once," the starmaiden murmured, lilac gaze drawn to the distance, somehow seeing the impossible breadth of the land and sky from atop callaelis even still. " i had wanted to fly over the peninsula. . . just once, just to see if i could make out anything from so high above. " their travels in and around volantis had been challenging enough as it was, but daenaera was nothing if not ambitious. " the sky was not as red as i had thought, and i- " she paused, feeling her words seize in her throat. " -i wanted nothing more than to just see. "

she had not spoken this much - nor this truthfully - to the dornish lord. not once. but her lilac gaze found his in frustrated desperation. " but i was too fearful- of the magic, of the horrific monsters. . . i shouldn't have been but i was. " it is her ancestral land, is it not? why shouldn't it welcome her back to its arms, safe and sound? daenaera shook her head sharply, silver gold tresses shimmered under the dim light of the candles. " there is no place for me here. but perhaps i could carve space for me out there. "

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WESTEROS TASK: arc i timeskip as the sun sets, the skies allowed dragons to dance

princess daenaera targaryen of westeros

she sustained minor burns and bruises, nothing that she couldn't handle, and immediately went to work. a mere fortnight after the siege of king's landing, she came to her mother with a proposal that she couldn't refuse: for the emperor had been shaken in the knowledge that there were actual dragons in volantis that he desired some dragons for himself. no, she wasn't going to give the imperial crown some dragon eggs, but she was willing to act as scout and spy for the emperor, to soar high above volantis and the surrounding area before coming back to report upon troop movements or any valuable sightings, for a very large sum. the esssosi crown has more gold than most people would see in a lifetime, and it was for that one reason that the queen reluctantly agreed to allow her eldest daughter to go. the only stipulation, she was to be accompanied by her babysitter brother: the prince-commander daeron. they didn't get hurt, for the most part, and the gold that they earned was used to rebuild king's landing and the red keep into something bigger and more monstrous than before. the two were in essos for the better part of 2 months, moving between the southern cities in order to better conserve time and energy when scouting in and around volantene territory.

lady saeleya moraqos of myr

she sailed straight to pentos for the crow prince's funeral, where she met up with her father and elder brother. they were both somber, and spoke in low voices to her about the increased naval drills back home, and the terrified looks that their people were throwing at the sky. news travelled fast when the line of succession was concerned, and the grand prince was furious at the lack of preparation due to the abject refusal of the tyroshi archons in believing that dragons were involved. there were whispers of magic now, and the good sailors of myr spent many nights in temples of the merling king, praying quietly for safe passage through the seas. trade was immediately cut off to the eastern cities, for no captain would risk their lives for mere gold. saeleya was basically constrained to the shores of myr, and it suffocated her. she sent ravens back and forth to adhika in pentos, and a few attempts in contacting her friends in qarth. not many letters returned, and the few that did assure her that absolutely everyone was on high alert. many of the myrish people fought for the imperial crown, and the amount of ships docked in their port grew smaller every day. her elder brother himself had commanded an armada in the name of the emperor towards volantis, and saeleya hoped every day that she would be able to see him again.

ruling liege cersha bolton nee lannister of dreadfort

they had wanted so very much to stop by lannisport to see her mother, but after the siege of king's landing, they knew that it would not be possible. the boltons rode back to dreadfort without stopping, and cersha held each of her children with a vice-like grip, thankful and terrified. she quietly remembered the way the tower of the hand fell in a flurry of fire and ash, and cersha looked at their husband without saying a word. if he were to succeed, if that tower was to be their home, the next siege might result in the spilt blood of their own children. perhaps he had thought the same, or perhaps his single-minded focus thought that the queen could not possibly navigate through this tragedy without a hand by her side. either way, cersha held his hand throughout the journey, and knew either way that she would stand by his side. they corresponded fervently with their family in lannisport, and wasn't shocked at the news that their mother had decided that she will now seriously seek for a husband for cersei. the ruling lady asked for cersha's opinion, and cersha beamed with pride. they sent ravens to malenie in ashemark, sending her condolences for the death of her father and a myriad of apologies for not being able to attend the funeral. it was easy to ignore the threat of dragons in the north. the winter chill ever reminding her that the beasts will not be able to venture anywhere near them. It was fine for a while, and life went on as it did before everything happened.

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— announcing the noble, 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚 of house bolton. the lion who ventured too far north.

BASICS

birth name: cersha janei lannister nickname: none they would answer to title: ruling liege of dreadfort, former lady of lannisport monikers: the winter lion age: three and thirty gender & pronouns: demi woman & she + they orientation: bisexual status: married to ruling lord willem bolton spoken language(s): common accent: quite deep, and soft. she is quiet and does not talk very often, but their words are always measured.

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: medalion rahimi ethnicity: andal & rhoynar height: 168 cm build: average height, soft curves hair: long midnight curls eyes: dark lannister emerald distinguishing features: her mother's sharp features, although her colouring matches more of her father — they have the ruling lady's smile, and her sharp haughty chin. scent: jasmine and mint

MIND / PERSONALITY

intelligence: the ruling lady of lannisport holds education above most things, and taught her children the intricate art of being useful, cultured, and charming to a terrifying extent. moral alignment: lawful neutral mbti: isfj — the defender temperament: phlegmatic heavenly virtue: patience, kindness deadly sin: pride godly parents: hera & prometheus character inspirations: jane bennett ( pride & prejudice ), cordelia ( king lear ), catelyn stark ( asoiaf / game of thrones )

DRIVES

religion: faith of the seven alliance: the lannisters / the boltons personal goals: she has always been a great support — from their mother to her husband. she will continue to do so as long as she could. family vs power: family, above all else.

FAMILY

mother: ruling lady cerenna lannister of lannisport " the black widow " — extremely close, they had always been an obedient daughter father: ruling lord arash lannister nee vaith — mother's husband number two. died a year after she was born siblings: lady cersei lannister, lord/lady/liege heir lannister — tba husband: ruling lord willem bolton of dreadfort — a marriage of convenience that turned into a true partnership built on love, trust, and knowing each other deep enough without having to speak a word. children: lady catelyn, lady cerenna, and lord jojen bolton — the loves of her life, she is a protective mother of her pride.

AESTHETICS

a little girl, upon their mother's lap — the black widow's child — gold running through her veins, they said, the sea deep within her lungs, they said. softness, even in the harsh cold of winter, fingers brushing through the silken hair of their offspring. a husband who looms almost as large as a formidable mother. the embers of ambition slowly growing into a roar. oh winter lion, you must now show your claws.

BIOGRAPHY

the formidable ruling lady of lannisport had always been a prize, the very picture of a golden lannister lioness. her second husband had been a handsome dornishman with large ambitions of rebuilding his family's fortune - and soon, the marriage had proved to be fruitful. cersha lannister did not cry when she entered the world, not until her mother shook her to attention. it was a glimpse to the rest of their life. cersha grew up yearning for her mother's approval above all else. dutifully obedient to the whims and harsh lessons of the ruling lady, the second lannisport child had never once questioned her place in the world. she is a lannister, a prized lion in every sense of the word, and she must be shaped into something quite fearsome. unfortunately, it was obvious to all around them that cersha does not have the same fearless drive for ambition that most of her house was known for, nor the lofty haughtiness that the rest of their pride was cursed with. she is quiet, and ever watchful, and she so much wanted to help. the little lion could so easily be a forgotten disappointment, if it weren't for the cunning of the black widow herself. anyone who have met the lady cerenna had always been struck by her intelligence. not necessarily in the arts of arithmetic or faith, but with cunning beyond compare. her second child did not have the appetite to scheme and lead the court? no matter. she will teach little cersha to be something all the more deadly. many children were swords and shields, but not many were pure steel itself. malleable cersha was taught to be steadfast and sturdy, to be able to sharp the swords of others and reinforce their shields - she is unassuming and forever away from the spotlight, but she is completely, and thoroughly essential. when the time came for cersha to marry, the lady cerenna picked the young lord bolton without much fuss. he is the perfect match for her child, who would not falter in the cold and fearsome weight of dreadfort. a watchful lion to fan the flames of bolton ambition. cersha wed willem bolton dutifully, and even allowed herself to enjoy his handsome face. love was not too far behind. they took to parenthood with expected ease. for it was simple after being raised by the lady lannister, cersha knew that one would only need to know and understand one's children in order to be a good parent. so she allowed them to grow with watchful patience, sharpening their swords when needed, and ever strengthening their shields. in a world where one pays the price of power through blood, the need of tempered steel always grows. and so the winter lion will sit atop her dreaded castle; steadfast, and ever watchful.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

northern downpoour ( any gender, 30+, from a northern house ): she is a lannister, before anything else, and it is a fact that you could not forgive, no matter how many winter children and loyalty they might have. you will always be suspicious of a lion, and lions have no place in the north. former betrothed ( any gender, 30+, heir to any house ): the black widow of lannisport had considered many for her precious child's hand. you were one of them, a forefront within the list perhaps. there were a few seasons of courting, and cersha truly thought that you were her future. feelings might have bloomed at that time - up for more plotting ! more tba i can't think of anything rn

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CLOSED STARTER — feat. ruling lady malenie marbrand ( @nob1es) amidst blooming flowers: sorrows, prayers

the truths of life could not get any simpler than death: what one was to expect from it, or what one should do afterwards. they were simple, but not particularly easy. the northern lion had sat in silence next to her old friend, they couldn't quite find the words to say. " a mere raven was not enough, i apologise. " a small smile, tentative and slow. she had learnt from her husband that years of preparation does not necessarily make one completely ready for the mantle to rule. " i wanted to give you my condolences in person  — and to offer to ease your burden, to the best of my abilities. "

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CLOSED STARTER — feat. lord willem bolton ( @lovelaid ) in the quiet of their rooms, one hand reaches for another

there was nothing more breathtaking than a garden full of flowers after one has spent too much time in the north. king's landing had commanded respect, not necessarily beauty, and they lavished at the brightness that glittered outside of every well-placed window. despite so, the air remained solemn, and it did not take the lioness much consideration to truly understood why. " we should not be here. " her velvety soft voice reached the ears of her husband, as fingers busied themselves with a piece of intricate embroidery. " it is far too full of grief. the queen should know better than to intrude on a family's time of quiet. " a small bout of silence as their fingers continued their work. " i would not know how to continue on if any of you were harmed that night. "

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CLOSED STARTER — feat. imperial crown princess adhika dagareon ( @sapphircd ) within the lavish rooms for the imperial family's use

the myrish pearl, heartened and refreshed from her voyage across the narrow sea, rested her dark violet gaze upon her closest friend. worry persistently pressed down in favour of something altogether more comforting. " you look well, " the last they had seen each other was during the former crown prince's funeral rites, and despite how much saeleya would rather stay by her friend's side; the orders of the grand prince of myr was not to be disobeyed. " i had not wish for you to ever set your foot in these lands again, but given the circumstances. . . " she paused, fingers gripping at the goblet of dornish red. " i only wish for a moment of peace for us both. "

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CLOSED STARTER — feat. lord willas rowan ( @romanceur ) walking through a corridor of wide windows and bright blue skies

" if we are to pay respect to your lord father and lady mother, would i be turned away at the castle doors? " the soft murmur of her voice barely carried over to her former lady governess, who trailed a small distance behind them as a chaperone to courting couple. the silver dragon resolutely kept her gaze forwards, despite her annoyance, and kept her hand on the crook of her companion's arm. " i know not if your father still recognises me as your betrothed, " a slight touch of amusement coloured her features, and the smallest of smiles were hidden in the dimples upon her cheeks. " i merely wonder if i am expected to throw myself at his feet and beg for your hand. "