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vorianisims​:

status: open location: the riverlands, a tavern

a year had passed since his fathers death, since vorian had attained his titles and responsibilities. a fucking year, and not a day went by that was easier than the last. growing up he had known of the many annoying things his father had to deal with, had hoped that he’d be spared the curse of being the head of their family due to his blood hungry ways. at the very least, he’d hoped the outright disrespect that he got from others would stop, or at bare minimum, slow, due to his position. but it had not, and that had resulted in a very, very dangerous situation. the constant tug of war between the part of him that was raised to fulfil his duties and the part of him that wanted to split the head of any man who dare say, or act, out of line, was slowly driving him mad, and whenever he started to go mad, he drank.

today was no different, sat at one of the taverns, drowning himself in whatever alcohol they would provide him with. rian tapped his finger against his glass, irritation clear in his icy eyes as he tried to ignore the rest of the people within the room. it seemed that there was one person in the tavern that was ballsy enough to come sit by him. the sound of the chair moving caught his attention, snapping his gaze towards the intruder. he stared at them in silence for a few moments, mauling over the pros and cons of telling them outright to fuck off, but decided he must try to seem more like a lord than a feral animal. his arm raised, curling his index and pointer finger at the woman who had been bringing him his drinks thus far to call her over. “ can i get you a drink, friend? “

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   Florian liked to disappear when he could, while he would often engage in his lordly duties, and having just rolled out a new plan for the legal system of the Riverlands, he thought he deserved a night to himself. It seemed that one of his fellow councilors had had the same idea, and he spied the new young Lord Mallister, in his drink. He seemed dangerous, but Florian had hardly let danger affect his thinking. A grin on his face, he approached sitting down across from his fellow lord, and Small Council member. The only thing to give away his identity was the ring sitting on his pinky, the salmon of House Mooton in ruby laid against pearl and gold. 

“I would never say no to a drink. Though by the looks of the place, I would hardly recommend the water. I am glad to know we’re friends, in addition to being colleagues. How’re you holding up? Drunk yet? Or have I made it before the real party started?” 

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Solution to the Loss of the Wall

No longer having access to the Wall, Lord Florian Mooton, Master of Laws has announced the following as a solution to dealing with petty criminals of the Riverlands; 

They will be given the option to devote between 1-5 years, depending on the severity of their crime, to a position of public benefit. That can include working on the docks, on a ship, shipbuilding, crabbing, fishing, as a blacksmith apprentice, a merchant apprentice, town watch member, stable worker, cobbler, or tailor.

The following crimes are excluded from this program;

Murder Rape Violent Assault aka with a deadly weapon (Unless Self Defense) Treason

This will not be slavery, you will not be treated inhumanely, and you will be taught life skills and given the opportunity to continue to serve in this occupation. King Casimir Tully understands life has been harder since we just finished a decade long war, and thus stealing to survive should not end with the loss of life or limb.

Repeat offenders who spit on this good will, or those who try and abandon service early will face a much harsher punishment.

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PRINCESS IONA TULLY, KING CASIMIR TULLY & LORD FLORIAN MOOTON @casimirtully & @lordflorianmooton

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   Florian enjoyed hosting people, there was no denying that. It was something he was good at, one of the few things actually that no one could deny he was good at. Perhaps to some within his family that was seen as a negative. He should be better at more things than just planning parties, and hosting others, and yet what was being a lord if not being charismatic? If not being able to forge alliances through sheer personality? Florian could fight, he wasn’t an unskilled swordsmen, but he would much rather win his fights through becoming friends. Right now he planned on hosting the future Queen of the Riverlands, and in addition, his future Cousin by Law.  As both a member of the Small Council and her soon to be extended family, he imagined it was only natural that they got to know one another better. Smiling, he gave her a slight bow. 

“Princess, it is an honor to finally make your acquaintance. I thought it would be fruitful for both of us if we had the pleasure of meeting....getting to know one another. We will after all soon not only be Queen and subject, but family.” 

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   Florian was meeting with his cousin Iona, they were planning on lunch together and to go for a walk through one of the beautiful gardens. They had just finished their meal when they were rising to begin making their way through the shrubbery. Their arms locked together as they walked Florian smiled as he decided to turn their conversation to one far more topical at the moment. 

“So, tell me cousin, because I am simply dying to know your thoughts on the matter. The Reach and the Westerlands, and their war with the Iron Islands. Well, perhaps war is an understatement, from the rumors I have heard it is more like their annihilation of the iron Islands.” Florian had no love for the Iron Islands, in fact he thought their destruction would be a much needed improvement. “My only worry is our people getting dragged into it and dying. While, destroying the Iron Born is a noble aim, and yet I do not think it noble enough for us to risk losing our own men.” 

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iona-tully​:

“Don’t I know it,” the princess scoffed. It hadn’t been uncles and great-uncles telling her, though, it had been those that did voice out the absolute necessity for her to give her husband the heir he so desired as well as those who looked at her a certain degree of pity when she never became pregnant. Iona had wondered if perhaps she wasn’t the barren one but Harold, thoughts that she never voiced to her late husband, for she knew it would only make matters worse. That same pressure Harold used to carry with him to have at least a son was the same pressure that her cousin had placed upon him by those around him. “Just keep ignoring them. It’s not always easy, it’s quite the inconvenience to keep hearing the same thing over and over again, but in a way you get used to it”.

As the two Riverlanders found themselves away from the insistence of those that flocked to Florian for talks of marriage, Iona leaned back against the balcony and smiled at her cousin. “Well, you might accompany me to the bazaar tomorrow. I’ve been meaning to get a gift for Cas’ bride-to-be. I could use your keen eye to pick something”.

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   Florian chuckled, his cousin, and most women he presumed, knew about the pressure of having to produce children, especially sons. The fault always fell to the woman if there were no kids, and if they only had girls. He sympathized with them over that front. It took two people to produce a child, surely the father must have some part in what happened to the child. He did after all insert it into the woman. “I’ve found I have always had a talent for ignoring people I don’t want to listen to. Something that was a bane to my grandfather. However, only a  mild annoyance to my father.” He chuckled as they settled on the balcony. His gaze going out to the view that was laid out before them. Dorne was beautiful, no one could deny that now that they were all seeing it, many of them for the first time ever. 

“I would be honored to accompany you to the bazaar. We must make sure that we try and win favor from our future Queen. I would hate to be the first person of the Riverlands to win her ire. Have you met her yet?” 

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wcrdsarewind​:

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Omer looked at him, his bare chest and smiled. Well, the man was certainly dryer, and he was seeing more of him. He liked what he saw. Omer liked it even more when he got on his knees. He looked down at him. “I like it when you say sir, keep that on your lips for later. I might want to hear what sir sounds like with a full mouth.” Omer jested. He wanted it to sound a jest for the sake of the other Lord. Rumors told him this Lord had a secret and Omer would respect his secret even if it he thought the secret poorly kept. Lowering the bottle, he stepped forward and ran the bottle over the man’s mouth, tracing his lips before pouring the drink in his mouth. 

“That’s a good boy.”

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   Florian smiled when Omer told him that he liked it when he said the word sir. Nodding his head a little, “I can keep it on my lips now if you’d like, sir. I enjoy calling you it.” The smirk on his face was very flirtatious, his intentions very obvious. As the bottle traced over his lips, his tongue snaked out, licking the rim of it before the liquid began to pour into his mouth. Florian was careful not to let anything spill, swallowing alcohol had become something of a second nature to him, and in this position? It was all the easier. Once Omer pulled it from his lips, and he drank the last of it he smiled. 

“All I ever do is strive to be is a good boy. There is no greater joy than pleasing my fellow lords. Are there? Any other ways I could please you?” 

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iona-tully​:

Iona couldn’t help but look at her cousin with some amusement, all too aware that a man of his status was a highly coveted price to be won by mothers and unmarried daughters alike. “How unfortunate, to be oh so desired,” she said with a teasing smile. “It’s your burden to bear, cousin”. Sparing another look past her cousin’s shoulder, she could see the woman was still waiting to see if the Mooton lord might finish his conversation soon. Now, Florian had enlisted her help to escape from such an uncomfortable situation and the Princess of the Riverlands took such a duty seriously.

“You said you’d repay me for this. Better start thinking of something,” she said in a conspiratorial tone before her expression shifted, clear eyes displaying pure concern and her brow furrowing. Her hand landed on his arm as if needing to be steadied. No one looking at the princess might blame her for becoming indisposed and needing some privacy. “Let’s go,” she whispered, and subtly beckoned him to follow her to the balcony. And just as she’d become an embodiment of worry, her face brightened with a smile as the cousins found themselves outside. “You’re welcome”.

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   “Oh you have no idea how much of a burden it is to be desire, Iona. It’s even worse when you have uncles and great-uncles constantly lecturing you on the importance of having kids. They forget I have a brother, who is becoming a much better man than I’ll ever be.” Shaking his head. “I’ll be the caretaker lord, get everything ready for him for when he takes my place. He’ll be much better at all this than I ever could...I just want to....set the foundations for him.” When she took his arm, he quickly started acting as though he had to get her somewhere where they could be alone, and so they soon made exit for a balcony. He chuckled once they were alone. “Thank you....so much cousin. I am forever in your debt. Whatever you wish of me, so long as it is in my power, I shall gift it to you.” 

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ofseawings​:

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a brow raised at the thought of dining upon snake. kathryn admittedly did not know much about dornish customs though, and she was fascinated with such an idea. it was something she would be adding to her list of things to do before they left. she thought with the end of the war and now, hopefully, true peace, there would be much more opportunity to see the way other kingdoms function, what they ate, what they wore. she knew dorne was entirely different from the rest of westeros, but even the subtle differences between the northerner kingdoms piqued her curiosity.

“a snake?” she questioned, an airy laugh escaping her. “i shall have to see this for myself.” emerald hues glanced around the ballroom, colorful and bright, transparent curtains hung about, some in places that offered some more intimacy if one so desired. “i’m certain it will not long last enough to be considered a paramour, a fling more like it.” she jested, though now that in itself made her question the entire concept more. “although perhaps that could be considered a paramour too? i may see if one wouldn’t mind explaining to me such customs. it’s seems i learn something new with every conversation.”

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   Florian nodded, “A snake, yes, I’ve come to understand snake and snake venom is commonly used in Dornish cuisine. How they get that bit of that spice that makes their food entirely inedible to me into their dish. Rather intelligent use of their wildlife though, adding a bit more flavor into their lives with it.” Florian quickly chuckled when Kathryn said how she think it would end too soon to be a paramour, but rather a fling. “Well fling or paramour....I wish them all the happiness in the world, in fact I wish for her sake if her husband finds out, he so wishes to share her new lover with them. Let them all have a happy ending.” He chuckled, “Perhaps I will find a book for you, that goes over the differences between a paramour, a lover, and a fling.” 

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Korban smirked. Florian Mooton was very drunk. His shirt being opened showed the Lord before him had more than a few cups of wine. Korban needed to catch up with the other. Not drunk nearly as drunk as the other. Why wasn’t he? He should have been drinking more, drinking until he could hardly stand and stumbled around making poor decisions. But, he didn’t want to embarrass his King in front of his future family. The man would marry the Princess of Dorne, and while the Dornish were far more relaxed, Korban just didn’t want to make a mistake. What if he saw through the drink only and started hitting on some important woman? Some King? No. He would live vicariously through Florian. 

“I hope you’ve had enough drink for the both of us, Florian. Get some air and then drink some air.” He smiled at him, patting him on the chest. “We’re out here, let us have a drink.” He turned his head and called for someone to bring them drinks. 

“Who is the lucky man tonight?” 

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   Florian chuckled, he was very drunk. Why shouldn’t he be? Sure people would whisper, and joke but they always whispered and they always joked. It was a ball...a party people were meant to have fun. That’s what Florian intended to do....have fun. “Oh I think I’ve had enough to drink for the entirety of the Riverland’s Small Council.” When Korban patted him on the chest, Florian quickly wrapped his arm around the other man, pulling him in close. “Drink some air? Are you sure you aren’t the drunk one? I don’t think I’ve quite ever been able to drink the air before.” Finishing the last of what was in his glass, he smiled even more when Korban called for more drinks for them, though at the question of who the lucky man was tonight, Florian shrugged. 

“No one yet......I did get on my knees for a man of the reach.” He grinned, before chuckling. His tone playful, “Though are you asking because you want the honor.....the privilege of me falling in your bed tonight? You need only say the word, and I am yours Lord Piper.” 

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darriktarth​:

“That is I.” Darrik answered and gave a laugh. “I suppose you may be right.” He looked down at himself. His sister was just mentioning to him how much he had changed as of recent. “Well, all things considering. How about yourself?” 

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   “Oh I have no doubt I am right, my lord.” Florian smiled at the other. It seemed as though that time was ages ago now. Before the war, the splitting of the kingdoms. “I have been good, very good thankfully. I find that ever since we’ve arrived her that Dorne is most agreeable with me.” He sipped at his drink, “What of you? Do you enjoy Dorne?” 

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darriktarth​:

Who: @lordflorianmooton​ Where: The Dornish Ball

With his recent promotion to heir of House Tarth, Darrik saw the ball as an opportunity to become better acquainted with the lords and ladies of other houses. He had typically left that responsibility to his elder brothers, but now it was up to him to spread their good family name. “Lord Mooton, it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it.” He commented, remembering the man’s name from a gathering a long time ago. 

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   Florian smiled when the lord approached, he remembered them as one of the sons of Lord Tarth. Though the last time he had seen him, he was much younger, and not yet the heir to the family. Florian was also not yet the Lord of Maidenpool, a role his father had thought he was going to be assuming before his son. It would seem both their lives had changed quite a good deal since their last meeting. Smiling at him, “Darrik Tarth correct? My my, you’ve grown so much since last we met. I think you’re a whole foot taller. How have you been?”  

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iona-tully​:​

The Princess of the Riverlands finished a plate of the exquisite, hearty food provided at the ball. The taste of most of the Dornish food was so new to her, ingredients and spices she hadn’t tried before; and Iona found the experience of trying new food rather pleasant. She poured herself a cup of red wine and then went ahead to promenade around the hall to greet some friends and acquaintances. That was when she spotted her cousin quickly making his way toward her.

“Florian,” she greeted him with a soft chuckle, finding it rather amusing that she’d become the tool for him to escape annoying or boring conversations. Iona raise her cup to her lips and took a sip as she subtly glanced at the lady he’d practically escaped from. “Ah,” she said with some understanding, judging by the age of the woman. “A mother who wants you paired up with her daughter, I imagine. Or perhaps a spinster or widow who wants you all for herself,” she teased. Perhaps she shouldn’t poke fun at that particular subject though, as a widow herself she knew a second opportunity for the stability of marriage didn’t come so easily as with young ladies that were to be new brides.

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   Florian smiled at her question, he was trying not to laugh as this was something he faced all too often. Being an unmarried, almost forty year old lord made others think he was desperate to be wed sooner rather than later. However he was quite content remaining unmarried. He didn’t want children, and he was quite content with the future of House Mooton falling to his brother and his children. He would just set the foundation for them, make sure his brother was inheriting the house from a place of strength. It was the only part of these social gatherings he found tedious and it’s often what pushed him into getting inebriated so he didn’t have to deal with it. 

“Oh cousin you have no idea. It’s actually a bit of both really, women pushing themself on me, or pushing their daughters on me. Sometimes I will get a woman who tries herself first, and when that fails, they usually turn to using her daughter. It seems that they will do anything to see me wed, despite my constant answer of I am not interested in marriage.” 

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ofseawings​:

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a joyful laugh escaped the lady of seagard, a friendly presence always seemed becoming of lord florian, her goodsister’s brother, afterall, was now like family to her as well. kathryn rather liked her large, possibly interesting looking, family tree. she was not particularly social, but that did not mean she loved a good gathering. now in a place that was quite strange to her, some familiarity was quite appreciated. the party was, however, glorious in every way. it seemed that the life of dorne only brightened at night. from the bustling in the bazaar during the afternoons, to dancing and festivities at night, there was hardly a thing dorne did not offer. it was the perfect place for peace, because it was simply so fun that kathryn couldn’t imagine anyone in a sour mood here. she was certain a lord or two might surprise her on that thought.

“oh really?” she questioned, brows raised as she grinned at the lord. it was clear she did not believe him for a moment, but she played along with the little fib. “a roasted scorpion? sounds…interesting.” kathryn made a curious expression, knowing that if that opportunity presented itself to her she may very well try it. at his question, emerald hues shifted from the crowd back to him. “i find dorne rather lively. i do think we could certainly bring some of this fun back home.” she jested, although in actuality she hoped to see more life in the riverlands now that a king had been crowned and policy was shifting forward to after the dance. “dorne finds me as any party might, lurking about listening to the best gossip.” she nodded to a red-haired westerland lady. “apparently she’s already found a dornish lad that’s much pleasing than her husband.” the last few words she used a lighter, mocking voice as if she was speaking as the woman, but her grin proved that her acting was all in good fun.

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   Florian chuckled a little. It was clear that Kathryn did not believe him, “Oh quite interesting, but even more interesting I did actually see someone selling snake on a stick I believe. They were roasting them over a small fire, now that was fascinating. Florian had learned about the Dornish and their use of snake venom in their cooking, and he was quite interested to see how it added to the flavor. Florian nodded listening to her about her description of things she had heard, nodding his head, he chuckled. “Oh I certainly agree with you in that regard. We could take quite a few lessons from Dorne in how to liven up the Riverlands.” When she told him about the Westerlands Lady who had found a new lover, he chuckled. “So you could say she’s found herself a paramour. Let us just hope that her husband doesn’t find this out.” 

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wcrdsarewind​:

a starter for @lordflorianmooton​ location; the games

Omer didn’t always take part in games of chance. He didn’t like to lose, and he enjoyed gambling even less, but when one was winning and drinking too much, it was impossible to avoid games of chance. Each time the numbers fell his way, he would celebrate and then buy more drinks for those around them. It was too much. When the Lord Commander temporarily put away the cloak, when he put his trust in the men that would spend the rest of their night guarding the King, he leaned into old ways. Ways from a time before the North. A time when people would whisper of his seriousness in the same breath as they spoke of some drunken night of debauchery. Omer would say his nights of debauchery were over. A Lord Commander on his way to being the ruling Lord did not have to spend nights draped in rumor. Well, the rumors were calling his acts something else. The most common turn of phrase was “unconfirmed” and who would ask him? No one. 

“I have relieved you all of your coin and I shall call this a night.” Omer raised the bottle up, ignoring the arbor gold running down his wrist and down his arm. He took a drink, turning from the game table, he smacked into Florian Mooton. “You’re much drier this time, my lord.” He smiled, tongue running over his lips, and held the bottle out. “Open your mouth.”

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   Florian was watching someone play some sort of game, and they were losing really bad. Florian would have felt bad for them had they had the intelligence to get up and walk away, and if it were not for the fact he was intoxicated. Once he grew bored of watching that table he started to move on before Omer Florent bumping into his bare chest. Smiling when he was told he was dryer this time, “Save for the sweat, I think I am, if it is not my knight in shining armor.” When he was told to open his mouth, Florian smirked, watching Omer’s tongue. “Of course, sir. though let me make it easier for you.” Florian got down on his knees, opening his mouth, he let his tongue rest on his bottom lip as he waited for Omer to fill it. “I’m ready.” 

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a starter for @lordflorianmooton​ location; balcony

Korban needed to breathe and get away from the noises and the smells and the crowds. He needed a break from smiling, he needed a break from smiling and shaking hands. People did not trust a spy and it made it hard for them to enjoy themselves and cut loose which means it was hard for his Shadows to do their duty. So, he went to a free balcony and stood in the surprising night coolness. He ached for something more to happen or for them all to be released their homes with an agreement to stay out of each others affairs, out of their realms. It would never happen. It was in the nature of people with power. They demanded to look those around them in their eyes and wave their petty powers in the faces of all who would watch. 

“Lord Mooton.” Korban greeted, looking over his shoulder. “Have you come to escape our obligations to be polite?” He smiled, only lightly forced before looked back over the edge of the balcony. 

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   Florian enjoyed parties, and balls, and social gatherings. He always had, he always would. Ever since he was a boy, and his mother hosted any event he always made it his task to enjoy himself, and to make others enjoy themselves. As he got older his....love of indulgence also grew. It was why many of the older members of House Mooton now questioned his ability to lead them, they still knew him as the young man who sought pleasures far too often. This was his first ball in Dorne, and Florian decided that he was going to let back, and have fun for the first time since ascending to the Lordship of his house. He had perhaps too much Dornish Red, and now he was well past intoxicated. He needed fresh air, to escape from the heat of the other bodies....the heat of the wine, so he wandered out onto a balcony, the jacket he wore was long gone, and his shirt sat open, his bare chest covered in a sweat as it rose and fell, he smiled when he heard Lord Piper. 

“Korban! My friend!” He laughed. “I think its more polite I am out here, then in there consuming all their wine.” he laughed again, he approached the other small council member, arm being slung around their shoulder. “Tell me have you been enjoying Dorne? I think I could get used to being here.”