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VIII. James Baratheon

» TAGGING: Appearances by Ahelissa Tully and mentions of other Houses. » LOCATION: Tourney. » THREAD: James wins the tourney and crowns his chosen lady as Queen of Love and Beauty » NOTES: None in particular.

Even though he had suffered considerable injury to his arm, James couldn't be talked out of practicing his swordsmanship later the same afternoon. He couldn't quite defeat his sparring partner, one of his best knights, as he normally did. Although it wasn't all due to his one good arm at the moment, more so because thoughts about his earlier conversation with Lady Ahelissa lingered in his mind. Later that evening, he spoke with his siblings, both of whom had been sent by their uncle to urge him out of competing the joust as had been planned. Although he loved his siblings, he was headstrong and refused "What faith would the people have in their King if he is put off course by a mere wound?". It was clear that whichever explanation he offered, it was about his pride, and perhaps his newfound desire to impress Lady Ahelissa. After all, the victor got to crown the lady of his choosing. Around noon the next day, James, the noble families, and a thousand or so others were gathered in an arena. Two gold chairs adorned one end of the arena, set on a lavish wooden platform. The nobles were to be seated to James' right, in a more lavish arrangement away from the commoners, who were sat on the crowded fringes. There was murmur amongst the crowd as to why there were two seats, and words were passed around questioning just who it could be. Did Prince James intend to have Princess Elise by his side, or was it another lady? James was dressed in dark blue royal robes and some light armor, the black stag on gold sigil sitting proudly on his chest. He looked at the crowd that was murmuring amongst themselves in anticipation, his eye falling on Lord Grover seated beside Princess Elise. The shine of his blade was unmistakable, Valyrian steel. As the Lord met his glance, James offered an appreciative smile, acknowledging the Lord for carrying one of the venerated symbols of power in the Seven Kingdoms. James then glanced at the seat to his left, which was still empty.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 5:40 PM

Ahelissa had gone from being scolded day after day due to her lack of interest in the Prince to being praised by both her parents and her older brother, Grover, since she had managed to obviously charm Prince James enough to ask her to sit by his side during the jousting tournament. That, of course came with neverending advice both from her mother Lady Tully and their handmaidens, offers to be lent the best gowns each of them owned, how to pull her hair up, or leave it down, and the morning after... oh, the morning after. Ahelissa was woken so early it was still dark outside; this to be bathed, dressed, perfumed, combed and adorned with her family's jewelry. She couldn't help but to think this whole ritual to keep the Prince's attention was nothing but a bad omen. An omen of what would happen to her should he choose her as his wife. "Mother, I don't think any of this is necess-" "Shh..." Her mother assessed her look from several angles before giving some instructions regarding her hair, to be pulled a little more on the top; something that of course resulted in unnecessary tugs on her hair. The cleavage of her dress was tugged down just slightly, enough to display a small beauty mark on one of her breasts, the back of the dress adjusted a bit tighter, so she'd have to gasp a little when she spoke. All of this was absolutely ridiculous, but she wasn't allowed to say anything as her cheeks were thoroughly pinched to keep them rosy and blushed. Prince Elise herself had showed up at some point during her preparation to wish her luck, telling her either way she hoped they'd become sisters at the end of the match; those being the only sentiments Ahelissa shared but not exactly due to Elise's brother.She was walked out by her handmaidens and this all looked like she would've be seen walking out to spend her day sewing or walking around the gardens. She still spent quite a few minutes pacing back and forth in clear desperation due to not really feeling like herself, all combed and primped like the ladies in Kings Landing took to. At a distance she could see her family, exchanging looks between the Prince and his empty seat by his side, then at her through the entrance she was supposed to take to sit by his side. Ultimately, she decided she was having none of it. By the time she curtsied to Prince James and thanked him for the seat by his side, her hair was combed as always; red curls fighting the ribbon on the back of her head, her dress retied to make her able to breathe comfortably without fearing she'd pass out from lack of air. All in all, looking like herself and not the doll they wanted her to walk out as. The gown's color, as expected from him, did make her stand out, skin paler and softer in appearance with the crimson red gown she wore."Your Grace." She saluted along with her curtsy, ignoring the whispers and surprised expressions of everyone surrounding them as she took a seat at last.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 6:05 PM

As the minutes wore on, James had an increasingly disinterested look. His eyes met Lady Jessen as she was sat amongst the nobles. She shied away from his look, apparently out of guilt for the events of yesterday. James didn't hold a grudge against her, and really he didn't care much for the punishment that Lord Stark promised to bring down on her. His eyes next met Lady Perissa's but he hardly cared for her either. And it was fitting, because she turned her eyes away with equal speed to look at Prince Rydan. James was about to send one of his knights to ask Lady Tully where her daughter was, but he didn't need as he saw her unmistakable red locks in the distance. The crowd, whose gaze was fixated on his, also turned seeing that their prince's attention was captured. There were whispers and murmurs about the girl's look and what business she had sitting by James' side. Surely, he couldn't fancy her more than he did the Targaryean or Stark girls. Or even the Lannister girl for that matter. James was...a little flat footed by her look. He knew Ahelissa's beauty was without question, but he had expected her to be dolled up, to present herself immaculately so that he'd draw envy from every man and woman present there.He nodded as she curtsied, offering back with a smile "Lady Ahelissa". He rose from his throne like seat to help her take the seat beside his. This was not really custom, and it drew a few surprised gasps and widened eyes from the audience, Lady Jessen in particular. James remained standing, and then addressed the crowd, thanking the Gods first for their prosperity and then the goodwill of his people. "I will be throwing a grand feast every evening, for the next 7 days until we commemorate our new Queen" He announced, to resounding applause. The knights then announced the first contestants, and the two men rode up on their stallions to either end of the arena, lances and heavy shields prepared. James was sat again, and he glanced at Ahelissa "For a moment, I thought you would turn down my invitation, Lady Ahelissa" and as he spoke, his eyes wandered over the imperfections in her dress up. She was dressed for herself, not him, and somehow he didn't mind.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 6:20 PM

Ahelissa kept her eyes on Prince James as she approached him, and she was able to hear the crowd's surpise and sense the Prince's disappointment as she presented herself as he'd known her; not a bit of worry spent on keeping up with her family's vanity or frivolous grooming. If he wanted he was more than free to dismiss her if he didn't like the way she looked, and she couldn't be less concerned of what others thought, even as she could feel her mother's eyes boring in her back, no doubt waiting to be alone with her to quite possibly directly punish her for making bad decisions regarding this issue. But really, had they been bad decisions when the Prince himself had invited her to sit by his side? Around them, Ahelissa could see how more or less offended some of the present people were, but she was determined not to listen to any of it. After the Prince made the announcement of the duration for the tournament and the countdown for the moment when he'd choose his bride, Ahelissa kept her attention on the arena. "I wouldn't have been able to in any case, Your Grace." She argued gently, taking notice of his looks despite not directly looking at him herself. "Is something the matter, My Prince?"

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 6:34 PM

"So you would consider it if you could?" James responded, with a bemused smile. His gaze over her was perhaps not that subtle and he turned a little to look directly ahead of them at the competitors after she asked her question "Nothing" he responded at first, but realized that it was probably too dismissive an answer, and followed with "Thanks to your handiwork in treating my wound, I will be able to compete as planned. The Maester sang praises of your work when he saw me this morning, said he couldn't have accomplished a better job" The knight gave the signal and the two men charged at one another on their stallions. James, however, had little interest in the contestants, atleast until the later rounds when the noble men would compete, along with himself. He glanced at Ahelissa again, just as the blow of one man's lance against another's shield rang loud "I hear Lord Grover is amongst the competition, as is Lord Eliar. I trust you will take my side if I face off against either Lord, no?"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 6:45 PM

"I would consider anything that would send your attention to the right place, Your Grace." She replied, turning his way to reply, but not really looking at him as she did so. His simple, dismissive answer did make her smile, however, as she took it as a sign that he was hopefully giving up. "I wouldn't have expected otherwise, Your Grace. Maesters usually lack the gentleness of a woman's hands. They think the quicker they do things, the least pain they'll cause, but we both know that's not necessarily true." Ahelissa replied, proud of her abilities but not too surprised by the results she had accomplished. The tourney carried on as planned, and though some knights ended up arguing with their squires, everyone present seemed to be having a good time, Ahelissa included since for little moments here and there the Prince did not bother her. His next words along with his question had her fingers clenching into fists upon her lap. "Family, duty, honor." She recited. "House Tully's words, my Prince. I'm bound by them, and I'll take each side accordingly. Between Grover and you, of course. I have no relation to Lord Eliar yet."

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 7:00 PM

James picked up on the clench of her fists , but kept looking ahead at the crowd while Ahelissa recited her House's words. James had a good sense of Ahelissa by now, and the truth was he had deliberately asked what he did to provoke her exact answer. All so he could tell her "And would that the order of allegiance still remain if you were to come under House Baratheon?". Just as he finished those words, another two knights collided in a loud crash, metal clattering everywhere. "I may have to look for new knights. Other than Ser Janas, they are a clumsy lot" He muttered, clearly displeased at being interrupted. The latter stages of the tournament were soon upon them, and the first was a duel between Lord Eliar and Prince Rydan. Of course, the noble men were equipped with blunted weapons, for no wanted royal blood to be spilled without reason. James was beginning to take more interest, as were the families as now the reputation and pride of the Houses were at stake. Well, nearly everyone was paying attention, save for Lord Glover who seemed to be enjoying the company of the prince's younger sister a little too much. "Your brother has taken quite a liking for my sister, Lady Ahelissa" the prince observed, turning to look her in the eyes "I didn't know House Baratheon and House Tully were this fond of one another, not much as House Tully and House Stark are atleast"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 7:15 PM

She swallowed, already feeling a pressure on her chest too uncomfortable to bear in silence, but still, she sat straight and took a deep breath before she gave him an answer. "You're so welcoming, my Prince, but I don't think it's fair to raise a Maiden's hopes up like that." Nor is it to threaten people to be your prisoners, I'm afraid She thought to herself. His next comment about his knights irked her as well, but she kept it to herself for the most part. "I've seen the way your knights sparr and the care they put into working for the Royal house, my Prince. I would hardly think of them as clumsy." Ahelissa paid the same attention to the duel between Lord Eliar and Prince Rydan as she had the rest. Lord Eliar caught her attention, with his dark hair, his blue eyes and his honorable attitude as well as the kindness he had for his family, but unable to get to know him, Ahelissa would never be able to know if they would get along or not, and with the Prince's attention on her, it was even harder to know. "This I mentioned whilst I cleansed your wound, your Grace. Getting to know your family has been one of our greatest honors during the tournament. We're all thankful for the hospitality. I'm sure the Starks agree."

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 7:34 PM

James glanced at her as she spoke and the look in her eyes made him suspect she thought differently to what she said, but of course he had no way of knowing. He nodded in agreement, though with a different intent "you're right...it is easy to lose sight of the many wonderful Ladys gathered here. Lady Jessen in particular seems very enthusiastic about the crown" James leaned over against her chair "But I've read a good king chooses a queen that cares for the people and not the crown. History has plenty of rich lessons to offer" He smiled. The duel before them didn't last very long, as the Northern nobleman was simply too skilled for the Dornish one. James could see Ahelissa take note of Eliar, though she was not overt about it. With the next set of duels also coming to an end, he saw it was soon his turn, and he motioned fro the knight standing guard at the far end of the platform to fetch his blade and shield. He rose up, and glanced down as he fixed the plates of armor "You know, Lady Ahelissa...that the winner of this tournament gets to bestow a very special prize upon the lady of his choosing"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 7:43 PM

Of course she thought differently than what she said. Perhaps she would dare to challenge her family regarding decisions made about her appearance but she wasn't going to completely listen to what they had to say if she absolutely didn't feel like it, but she would, however, make them think she was working her hardest to achieve their goals. "Both Lady Jessen and Lady Rhaenys would compliment you beautifully, I'm sure, your grace." She rushed to offer her support for both girls, that before he leaned into her and made it obvious she'd displayed characteristics unlike those of the "competition". The result of the duel ahead of them did not surprise her even though perhaps it should. She'd heard of Eliar's abilities numerous times, and she wasn't all too aware of what the new Prince of Dorne was capable of.  As Prince James stood and began getting his armor in place, Ahelissa finally looked at him, wearing that near frown she always did, making her look more temperamental than she was. "I am aware, Your Grace. Whoever you or Lord Eliar crowns should be very proud of it."

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 8:00 PM

James smiled as she looked at him, again bemused at the slight frown she was wearing, though he didn't know if it was out of intention of a subconscious choice. He took leave without replying to her, stepping down the platform to raucous cheers and chants. The voices of the few that were chanting for Lord Eliar were drowned in this deluge. James approached the Northerner, his Valyrian steel blade in hand, Baratheon shield in the other "Lord Eliar" He announced, and Northerner responded with "Prince Baratheon". The respect between the two was mutual, but the stakes were raised manifold for James. He HAD to win for Ahelissa or else he'd have to witness Eliar crown the Lady that had been seated by him this whole time. He raised his blade, and the razored edges split the sunlight before it was met with Eliar's raised blade. "First to strike 3 blows to the armor takes the prize" James announced, before nodding, signaling for their duel to begin. With both good arms, this would have been not as close a fight as only Ser Janas could match James' skill. Though Eliar was surprisingly strong, and carried a lot of weight behind his swings, as James learned when he took the first blow, the armor plate over his left shoulder denting, the Northerner's blade nearly piercing.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 8:13 PM

The following encounter would determine several things, Ahelissa knew it very well. She looked on with utmost attention to the duel unfolding in front of their audience. Part of her hoped, badly too, that Eliar would win, no matter whom he decided to crown, even if she wanted to believe that would be her; a gesture grand enough that her father, Lord Tully, would see where her own interests laid, but... young Lord Stark would risk offending the King to be, if it was interpreted as though he intended to court a Lady that had already caught James' attention. Still, she remained solemn in her seat, one hand resting atop the other one as she revealed nothing to any onlooker. First blow, given by Lord Eliar. Two more to go, she thought, concealing her breath, fingers changing position and holding each other just so she could tighten her grip there without making her nerves evident.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 8:31 PM

James recovered from the blow, and some of the cheers for him were more hushed. This was the first time they had seen their prince struck. "You fight very well, Lord Stark" James complimented his opponent before drawing a more measured stance, going on the counter-attack more so than wasting his energy with meaningless jabs and lunges. The duo parried nearly a dozen swings before Eliar inadvertently overextended himself with a powerful lunge which James eluded with his quicker feet. And then came a quick strike to the Northerner's back. James expended only the force to leave a dent, before collecting himself back and now going on the offensive. He ducked another swing, though this one nearly caught his helmet. If it had, he would have been knocked out. Instead, fortune was in his favor and he caught Eliar's thigh with a strong jab, enough to nearly pierce him. The crowd was reeling at the swings in momentum as the two noblemen put on a show. It was only a matter of time for the final blow as James had worked out his opponent's impressive style. As their shields collided, James struck through the opening, striking straight at his opponent's gut and sending him off balance. Immediately he turned to help Eliar to his feet, commending him again "If you leave Winterfell and stay in King's Landing, we could learn much from each other Lord Eliar".

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 8:59 PM

As Prince James exerted his final blow and threw Lord Eliar down, Ahelissa drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It was clear she did not know how to react other than accept Eliar's and her own defeat. From this point forward, it'd be evident he intended to court her if he crowned her that day. She clapped along with the crowd, ready for what was about to come, if it even came; still hoping he would change his mind and crown Jessen or anyone else for that matter.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:11 PM

Eliar accepted the defeat with grace, but politely declined the offer "You're most kind, Prince James. But it is my duty to keep the North strong for both my House and your court" James nodded, and sheathed his blade. Preparations were already being made for the closing ceremony but before that there was one more main event to offer the crowd. A gesture that would announce to all his kingdom which lady he had taken favor to. The gold, jewel laden tiara was already ready and one of the knights brought it up to the Prince. He took it and held it aloft for the crowd to wonder at. Then he looked at the families sat to the side, his eyes falling on the expecting glances Lady Jessen and others were giving him. His mind was already made though, it had been since he had tucked the red haired girl's stray curls. James walked up the platform, and the crowd murmured in anticipation. "Lady Ahelissa" He said, as he stood before her with a smile, eyes telling hers to stand up to receive him. "Lady Ahelissa" He continued without hesitation, despite the other Ladys being there to hear him "You are the most beautiful and deserving Lady in the Seven Kingdoms, and  I offer you this crown as a token of my undying admiration"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 9:17 PM

As Ahelissa saw the crown he intended to crown his chosen Lady with, she couldn't help but to swallow. Her eyes did not widen but... what was he thinking? She'd seen this happen many times, with the winner crowning a Lady with a FLOWER crown, not a golden lavish one such as that. She felt then, this was a lot more binding as a flower one would've been. One was a sign of appreciation, a display of how a knight intended to court a woman. The other, the one he held in his hands... it might as well be the crown he gave to his Queen. Ahelissa stood and stepped down, offering him a smile. A smile that didn't reach her eyes but that she was obligated to give him, bowing, leaning his head down for him to place the tiara upon. "Thank you, Your Grace. You are most kind..." She paused. "And House Tully will not forget this gesture."

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:24 PM

James could see the surprise in her eyes and could have seen the same in the eyes of others had he been looking elsewhere but the red haired girl in front of him. As she bowed down a little, he placed the tiara on her hair, smiling as the touch of her red locks to his fingers brought back memories of their encounter yesterday. "I thought I should properly express my admiration for you after how kind you were to me yesterday" His words, no doubting fueling the imagination of those not in the privy. James turned to face the crowd once more, offering a few more parting words, thanking all the Houses for the day's festivities. He ended with an invitation to the crowd to partake in the feast.

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VII. Ahelissa Tully

» TAGGING: Appearance by Princes Michael and James. » LOCATION: Prince James' chambers. » THREAD: Ahelissa patches up Prince James’ arm. He takes her rejection as a challenge. » NOTES: None in particular.

Ahelissa had been spending her day with the other Ladies, both the young and their mothers, as at this point there was not much more to do but wait. At least, she could tell her family she had made a small indent in their purpose, as Princess Elise acknowledged her and exchanged a few words with her. Sure, most of them were about Grover, but still, she was friendly to her while remaining cold to the rest of the candidates. She was sewing and showing her work to the other girls when Prince Michael came looking for her. He would not give out any explanations of what had happened, but it didn't slip by her that he eyed Lady Stark and her daughter Illyria before urging her once more to come with him. She thought it rather suspicious, and while she didn't want to spend more time than needed with the younger Prince, she left her sewing, promising her mother to come back as soon as she could. They were accompanied by some guards and only then, did the prince explained what had happened during their earlier hunting trip.The Stark girl had injured Prince James by accident. Ahelissa asked why they hadn't sent for the Maester appointed in the Red Keep, and only received an explanation that Reidar had explained she was much more gentler when it came to wounds than Maester Velon was himself. Of course. Her family's favor. She closed her eyes, sighing in resignation as she fell silent, following after him. She assumed then, the wound was nothing of big care, but she was merely called upon because she happened to be closer than the Maester himself. She walked into the Chambers of the Prince, setting her cloak aside, appointing her one handmaiden coming with her to stay outside the room, and asked for a few ointments, a clean cloth and hot water. She didn't mind the Prince at all, instead being very focused as she checked on the wound, and pulled his sleeve up his arm. Once she was brought everything she requested, she began her work, not once looking up at him as she wet the cloth, and began cleaning the wound in relative silence, muttering a few things to herself.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Yesterday at 11:19 PM

James had torn off a portion of his royal cloth and wrapped it tight around the wound to stop from loosing too much blood before Reidar and Michael rushed to his help. He was hurried back to the Keep, and while Prince Michael wanted to get the Maester's help, Reidar insisted on getting Ahelissa's. Had it not been for the soft spot Prince Michael already carried for the Tully lady, then he would have refused. Instead, Michael fetched her, and took his leave at the doorstep of James' chamber. The wound had clotted by the time they were back in the palace, but it needed cleaning, and nursing, and stitching. James grit his teeth as he pulled the blood soaked cloth free right before Lady Ahelissa arrived. He was surprised to see her actually come, but the pain prevented him from exchanging his usual pleasantries. He watched as Ahelissa instructed the handmaiden, taking that time to take in her beauty. Immediately, his mind fought back, as him being blinded by beauty was what got him in this predicament in the first place. He remained in silence as she went about her work, turning his arm a little when she was pulling his sleeve up, helping her somewhat. His eyes studied her features...her almost wild red hair, the hint of the green of her eyes as she focused on his wound. He had been tended to by the Maester before and this was...much gentler. "I was hoping we would not meet like this" James offered, with a little bemused chuckle "You are very kind to me, Lady Ahelissa. I owe you a debt of gratitude" and the tone in his voice indicated he meant it. He seldom spoke those words after all.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Yesterday at 11:25 PM

I was hoping we would not ever meet. Ahelissa thought to herself, ignoring his words for now, but knowing very well she couldn't avoid talking to him for too long. "You owe nothing to anyone, Your Grace. House Tully has pledged alliance to the crown so it would've been traitorous of me not to provide my assistance when it's requested." She explained herself sincerely, looking up at him if just momentarily, to go back to her cleansing of his wound. "I would assume my Prince doesn't want a scar from this mishap?" She questioned, keeping the wet cloth pressed to his arm, then patting it to pick up everything she could, from the remains of blood to any dirt that could've been left behind.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Yesterday at 11:35 PM

James was a bit puzzled by her initial silence to his words, and was about to ask "Did I say something wrong, Lady Ahelissa?' when he heard her. Her response was fine, maybe too generic for his liking. He knew as the king, people would say the things expected of them. Most of the time that was pleasing, but sometimes a unique voice... Such thoughts were interrupted as she asked about the scar , and his dark brows angled to accentuate his questioning gaze "Well I'm a warrior first, my lady. So I suppose it doesn't matter, a scar here or there" He paused and added "Lord Reidar speaks very highly of you, as does Lord Grover" pausing again to look down at her more directly "but I see for myself you're better than even what they spoke of"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Yesterday at 11:41 PM

In that moment, despite her family's warnings and perhaps her own feelings and instinct of self preservation, Ahelissa feigned embarrassment as he explained being a warrior, he didn't care for scars. Scars from combat were honorable and worth displaying, this wound, however... "Oh, Your Grace, but... this isn't a wound caused by a foreign sword. I doubt such a great, honorable man such as yourself would want to carry a scar caused by a distracted Maiden you yourself were in close proximity to, willingly." By the time she finished her sentence, there was no semblance of embarrassment in her face, just... wonder, as she didn't know what to expect of her less than gentle explanation to him. "Ah, what are siblings for if not for putting a good word forth for their family?" She left the cloth in the now reddish pint of hot water, both hands going back to his arm, handling him a lot gentler than her words were.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Yesterday at 11:49 PM

"Word spreads quickly around King's Landing, I see" James added, less than pleased at the description she painted of what had happened, and how it made him appear. Had it not been for how gentle the lady was being in nursing his wound, he would have took more objection. Nevertheless, he added, with a smile, almost as if he couldn't resist doing so "And I see you managed to put down Lady Jessen and paint me in a frivolous light all in the same sentence, Lady Ahelissa". A part of him admired her audacity, the other part of him obviously wanting to better it. His tone didn't indicate condescension, no he was overall grateful. James tested her "A sharp mind like that could be of use in keeping the court in order. I do get weary of doing that myself sometimes"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Yesterday at 11:57 PM

"Prince Michael was kind enough to explain what happened. I wouldn't have agreed to come here if he hadn't, Your Grace." There was no point in hiding that she wouldn't have come to the Prince's Chambers if it hadn't been a severe matter such as this one. She caught a glimpse of his smile as she looked up to make sure she wasn't further hurting him, and found herself staring beside her to the needle and everything she'd use to stitch up the wound, getting it ready. "I would never put down another Lady, Your Grace. I don't have the need to. I was just pointing the obvious... you must've caused quite the impression on her if she so carelessly let go of the arrow like that." She then proceeded to begin stitching it, careful to push the needle into his flesh as gently as she could. At least, that was the plan until he insinuated he liked the way she spoke and thought; no care was put into the first push of the needle after that. She blew gently on the spot and apologized. "Forgive me." A red curl slid from behind her ear and bounced against her forehead. "I've heard Prince Michael is very fond of me already but I wouldn't make such affirmations so soon, My Prince."(edited)January 9, 2018

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 12:07 AM

"Of course, it must be the pain that's playing tricks on my mind, Lady Ahelissa" He smiled as she shot back at his lighthearted accusation. He thought his following compliments would atleast earn a smile from the Lady but instead was met with a definitive push of the needle, causing him to grimace in pain. He didn't say anything to her apology as the red curl that slid from behind her ear had stolen his attention. His eyes followed it as it bounced against her forehead with her stitching "I wasn't aware Prince Michael was going to be the king presiding the court. Is he?" He offered, with another chuckle, as he was now beginning to see into her a  little more. He moved his good arm towards her, and lifted the stray curl very delicately over his index finger "You have been kind to me so I thought I would return some of the favor" he added as he tucked the curl behind her ear.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 12:15 AM

You must always be in severe pain, then. She thought, taking a deep breath though not sighing and instead making sure the stitches were sufficient to heal him properly without leaving a too noticeable scar once it was fully healed. She worked in such a manner that it was obvious by then that she was used to doing this every now and then, mostly for her brothers, and mostly when the injuries weren't something too severe. "Ah, I thought we were talking about him. What chances does a Tully girl really stand to sit next to you after all?" She asked, not so much disdaining herself or her family as... perhaps, making it seem like indeed the thought of marrying him didn't particularly excite her as much as he would expect. Her muscles tensed under his touch as he pushed the curl away, her blueish  eyes looking up at him as he did so, clearly not amused but also not rejecting his touch. "I am used to it getting in the way."(edited)

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 12:28 AM

James eyed her as she spoke, "Some said that about the two Lady Umbers that have graced King's Landing in recent memory...and the kingdoms have never been more prosperous. As far as I know, the Tullys are one of the great Houses" James did wonder the wording of her response, had he said the same to Lady Jessen he would have been met with a playful smile or perhaps a retort. But Lady Ahelissa, seemed...unimpressed, or so he believed. When she looked up at him, their eyes met for the first time, and he found himself almost unable to look elsewhere "Then perhaps if I set them straight enough times, my debt to you will be cleared". James was never this not serious, or eager to exchange what would be considered flirtations "Will you be in attendance at the joust tomorrow?" he continued.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 12:36 AM

His words did nothing but make her nervous that he was truly considering it, but she didn't let it show, remaining as straight, and focused on his stitches as she'd been for the last few minutes. "Both Ladies considered themselves lucky to have been chosen by your Father, Your Grace. I am aware." She granted, with the underlying insinuation she wasn't as eager to earn his favor over the rest of the ladies. It wasn't exactly that she didn't want to marry; it was her duty and it was expected of her to hopefully make a strong alliance for House Tully, but she would always feel out of place there in Court, especially when she was her happiest being useful. As he stared into her eyes, she examined his face, fearing the meaning of his sudden attention. "Your attention would be best invested elsewhere, Your Grace. Jessen Stark wishes to retribute for her mistake, I'm sure." At his last question, she nodded, finishing with the stitching and moving on to the ointments. "This is used for burnts, but it also helps with cuts like this. It won't leave a mark. As for the joust... my brothers are competing, so of course I will be there, Your Grace."

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 12:47 AM

James smiled a little while she spoke, though it was mostly a smile of bemusement. On one hand, her brothers had been trying to make House Tully stand out amongst the fierce competition, and then there was Lady Ahelissa, seemingly content to brush off the Prince's favor when he was the one offering it. "I'm sure Lady Jessen and her family will find an appropriate compensation for the injury...but really the lesson remains for me not to let my better wisdom wander so easily" A part of him was glad she brought out the ointment. Her touch, of course, was soothing, but he was starting to enjoy her company more than anything else. She seemed different, but he couldn't quite put it all under one word. "Wonderful, then I hope you won't mind if I offer you a seat alongside mine. You'd get the best view of your brothers" He explained in his most sincere tone, though it was clear his intentions were more than that.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 1:01 AM

She lathered the ointment on the wound and let it rest for now before bandaging it, ignoring the way he looked at her for the time being, at least until he admitted he went against his better judgement, only then did she smile at him, tying a knot on the bandage to keep it together. "That... is something I can agree on, Your Grace." She offered before turning, cleaning her hands in the water and rubbing them together afterwards to dry them as best as she could. At his offer of a sit alongside him, she pursed her lips momentarily. She couldn't refuse him. Not because of the obvious but because her family would see her as nothing short of stupid if she did and he ended up offering the seat to some other Lady, so, she nodded. "Of course. I hope both your siblings will also be seated with us? I haven't talked much to Princess Elise and I feel it's just appropriate that we grow acquainted with each other. I've heard the small garden she tends to is the most beautiful in the Keep and I would be lying if I said I hold no interest for it." She expressed, showing interest in his family. A lot more than the interest she showed for him.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 1:11 AM

By now, he could tell what she was doing. The outpouring of affection for Elise out of the blue made him smile, again in bemusement. "Elise and Michael will be there, though I've arranged for them to be seated to the side, along with the Lords and Ladies of the other Great Houses" He decided the more she would show interest in his family over him, the more he would do the opposite "I was going to preside alone but I think it's fitting the people of King's Landing knew of your generosity towards the crown, no?" He asked, and it was a question that couldn't really be said no to. Again, he moved his good arm, but this time pat his palm against her wrist "And you should consult Lady Umbers' handmaidens on what dress would best suit your beauty for the occassion"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 1:19 AM

She couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe the Prince would put forth so much interst for someone who clearly held none for him, but really, what was she expecting? The Prince tamed horses and mares all the time, surely he saw the same thing in her, but she would not give him the satisfaction of it. "Pity. My brother, Grover... he seems to have grown close with the Princess. Says he's gifting her with something after tomorrow's rounds of jousting, so naturally I wanted to talk to her." She explained gently, that she was more interested in the connection Elise made with her brother, than the connection she represented to the King to be. "If... Your Grace wishes to be so generous to me in exchange of a service like any other then it'll be my pleasure to sit by your side." His touch made her tense up once more, because really no one, not even her siblings, had the right to touch her if she didn't felt like it, but there was no direct way of rejecting a Prince, or a King without  lamenting it later, so she nodded at his suggestion. "I'll try my best."

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VI. Jessen Stark

» TAGGING: Appearance by Princes Michael and James, as well as Reidar Tully » LOCATION: Prince James hunting ground. » THREAD: Jessen’s attempt at impressing the Prince go awry » NOTES: None in particular.

Only thing that surprised Jessen was the fact that it'd taken her so long to realize she could use one of her great abilities to her advantage in winning over Prince James. So, she rose very early that morning knowing full well the Princes had spent the last few days and would still spend more out on hunting trips to familiarize with the lords of the Great Houses, so why wouldn't she join, instead of being left behind with the rest of the ladies? She had her horse prepared, having insisted on bringing it with her rather than having to ride one of her Father's bannermen's, and got ready to mount near the passage to the Red Keep, knowing full well she would have to be acknowledged at least upon being seen. Riding wasn't a customary thing for most girls in Westeros, and even if it was... no one rode quite like Jessen did.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 1:02 AM

Hunting was one of Prince James' passions, it gave him peace of mind from the deliberations of the Court and an opportunity to spend the day in the company of a select and familiar few friends. Rather than his normal entourage, today he had his younger brother and Reidar accompanying him "Let us see which one of us can take down the largest stag, Reidar" He shouted, with a grin, as their stallions sped past the gates of the Keep and along the passage. James had allowed the company of the brothers to guage for his own which House offered the best strengths for him. The Lords, when it was time, would wax lyricals, their words and promises worth less than the cheapest wine. For this reason, he had also strayed from the Ladies that were vying for him, as he knew all too well that beauty brews lust which cripples the rational mind. As he turned a slight curve with his stallion, he saw another standing still by the side, a woman about his age near it. He immediately pulled the reins and pulled his stallion to a halt, Michael and Reidar following. Michael was the first to recognize the woman, shouting "Lady Jessen, good to see you". James, looked back at him, and smiled as he turned to face the woman, pulling his stallion closer to her "Lady Jessen, I'm surprised to see you out there. And with such a fine stallion in hand. Is he yours?" His eyes met hers, and it was clear in them that the man who was not easily impressed was a little impressed then.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 1:17 AM

This was Reidar's first chance at having a steady meeting with the Prince, so he supposed the least he could do was make up for not wanting to take part in his siblings scheme, potentially wooing Princess Elise. He rode by the Princes side, sharing their enthusiasm. "What are the stakes here?" He asked, laughing along. His enthusiasm only came to a full stop as she saw a long mane of dark hair and the stallion he'd seen before, the day of House Tully's arrival to the Red Keep: One of the Stark girls. The prettiest one, much to his and his sister's chagrin. Jessen busied herself tugging a little on her horse's reigns, readjusting her saddle, until she heard a not so familiar voice. She turned around, smiling widely as she saw the two princes... and one of the Tullys. She let go of her horse's reigns to curtsy to them. "My Princes, Lord Tully." She acknowledged them all. Prince Michael was as expected the most gracious one. "The weather looked so favorable this morning, I couldn't stop myself from coming out with Gallant." At Prince James question, she nodded. "Yes, my Prince. He was a gift from my Lord Father on my tenth nameday and I've cherished him ever since." She explained, happily. Her eyes fixated on young Lord Tully with some worry, though not enough to make her smile falter. Jessen walked back beside her horse and mounted it with no help despite being offered a hand by the man who had brought out Gallant for her. "Shall I accompany you?"

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 1:31 AM

James eyed the stallion "Gallant" He said, drawing his own stallion closer to inspect Gallant more, ignoring the man standing in their company who had brought Gallant out. He then watched as Jessen rounded the horse and mounted it without help, and he turned to glance at Reidar and Michael as if asking them if they had just seen what he had saw. The Lord and the younger Prince also had a puzzled look, some would even say a smitten look. James turned back to the brunette as she asked to accompany them , smiling in response "And you are sure you want to come hunting? Or is that another one of your skills that you had kept in secret Lady Jessen" James urged his stallion forward, now sitting side by side with Jessen "Normally, I know about these details of the Great Houses. But it seems you managed to keep it from my little informant's notice" referring to Michael. With the distance closed between them, James gave her a generous look "Would it be my responsibility to Lord Stark if you injured yourself hunting with us?"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 1:41 AM

It brought even more satisfaction to Jessen that she wasn't impressing t he Prince with frivolous scheming like surely most ladies were, but rather with something she genuinely enjoyed to do herself. She tugged gently on Gallant's reigns, turning a little as to allow James to further inspect him... and showing more of her own profile herself. She took all this with great joy rather than just duty. She witnessed with great pride as both princes and Lord Reinar looked at her with some glimpse of surprise in their faces. This was of course not news for her own siblings, who grew up learning to ride with her, with the exception of Illyria, so seeing people stare in awe... little to nothing compared to it. "I wouldn't dare come between a man and his prey, but I'd be delighted to bear witness to your own abilities." She admitted, nodding modestly; knowing full well what to say and when to say it. "I wouldn't be able to say. Would it be my responsibility to your mother, Lady Umber if it turned the other way around?" She asked, smiling slightly, deep blue eyes boring into his as if challenging him before riding off on her own, only looking away from him a few feet away from the three young men.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 1:55 AM

As James looked at her, he tried to decipher whether this was a facade or a matter of coincidence. "Well if those are the stakes, I will have to use my best shot. The Northerners often say the people in the South don't know how to wield a bow,  so I can't have you carrying anything but the best impression of me when you head back" He added the last bit to test her intentions, to see if she would falter at the knowledge that he currently didn't see her remaining in King's Landing. James couldn't help but take a momentary liking to the boldness of Jessen's response. He raised a brow, albeit appreciatively, answering with a smile "You wouldn't, because I haven't a single wound on me thus far". He was never to back down from a challenge, and he pulled on the reigns of his stallion to take after Jessen, easily catching up to her "Thought to rid  me so easily, Lady Jessen?" He grinned, and his hazel green eyes occasionally glanced at her deep blue ones as they rode side by side. Soon, they had cleared into the hunting grounds, and James steadied his bow, fixing an arrow to the string "What would you like me to kill first, Lady Jessen" he asked, his eyes expertly searching the thickets and shrubs for prey.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 2:10 AM

Jessen could tell the Prince wasn't resting easy about her presence there, so at least he wasn't as foolish as she had deemed him at first. She wore an expression of interest as he told her to carry the best word about him when she headed back north. Jessen laughed, throwing her head back as she did. "My Prince, I have no intention of going back to the North once the tourney is over." She looked to his side, momentarily staring at Lord Reidar for a moment, then back at James. "That doesn't mean I have any intention of remaining in King's Landing." She replied, unbothered by his indirect rejection, and putting forth some of her own. There was no denial in her mind that Prince James was a handsome young man, but part of her wondered if there was more to him, there clearly was. As she rode ahead of them and Prince James caught up with her, she shook her head. "I merely thought it rude to advantage the Prince without letting him catch up." She joked, slowing down once they reached a line of trees marking the start of his hunting territory. "How about we start with... a rabbit?"

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:54 PM

Michael and Reidar were caught up now, and the two exchanged glances as James and Jessen seemed to be in a world of themselves. "I was hoping you'd start off with something challenging, but rabbits can be elusive on their day" He turned his stallion and took off, motioning for Jessen to follow him. James knew these grounds inside and out, and at times the hunt was too simple. As they waded into denser ground, he paused and whispered "be wary of the snakes wrapped around some of these branches...one bite and you wouldn't be staying in the North or the South" Michael knew better than to follow them and devised his own game with Reidar for the time being. Reidar was not the least pleased Jessen had managed to steal time away with the Prince, something he thought Ahelissa should have managed to do before the Stark girl. "More cunning than they appear, the Starks" Reidar muttered under his breath. He had little interest in hunting with Michael but he couldn't refuse the future King's younger brother and he obliged. In the depths of the trees, James fired two well calculated arrows. One right near a clearing to lure his prey out and another to rip through and cripple it. "I miscued the shot by a hair" James muttered, as he rounded the wounded rabbit, watching it bleed out to death. The perfectionist that he was, he was hardly pleased with himself and in that moment, he forgot all about his light hearted joking with Jessen. His next words were almost a demand, as if he wanted to prove himself "Next?"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 10:02 PM

"You needn't worry about me, My Prince, but thank you for the precaution." Jessen granted, nodding as she became more observant of her surroundings, not too obviously so, but she kept her attention at the fullest. As James and her rode even further into the woods, Jessen looked over her shoulder to wink at Reidar, as if mocking him for clearly inching in on his sister, other than that, not minding him in the slightest. She followed after James as he fired his arrows, effectively hitting his prey. It did surprise her how displeased he seemed with himself, not just a general displeasure but... almost a silent tantrum. As he demanded for her to give him another target, Jessen thought about it for a few seconds, before deciding. "A fox, perhaps?"

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 10:22 PM

James had regained a bit more of his composure, and he settled into a smile, though not apologizing for his seemingly demanding tone. Why would he apologize, even if this was one of the women he could potentially marry. "I'm afraid there are no bears in these forests if that's where these challenges are leading up to" He joked, adding "I'd have to visit your home in Winterfell and we could go hunting there if that's the case" He was again beginning to pay attention to her beauty as any man, King or not would. Perhaps to compensate for earlier, he offered "Lady Jessen, why don't I help you take down a fox this time around. That could be more fun". He pulled his stallion next to hers again, and without as much as asking took her hands in his, showing her how to best adjust the wooden bow and steel arrow for the shot. As he did, his eyes glanced at her deep blue ones for a moment.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 10:34 PM

He did not apologize, and truth be told, Jessen was not surprised, but she of course couldn't say anything about it as perhaps it would be deemed to imprudent and perhaps insolent in the Prince's eyes. She laughed gently, shaking her head as he spoke of there being no bears in those woods. "I was building up to a stag. I've been told you've had the ability to hunt the best ones whenever you set your mind to one of those. Eliar and Alvar would love to show you around, if you ever do." Jessen looked ahead of her, ignoring the clearly intent looks he directed her; very clearly at least interested in her appearance, perhaps also impressed with ther proficiency riding. His offering caught her off guard, but she ended up nodding. She'd shot her fair share of small animals despite her own mother's dislike of her doing so since, being a lady, and a beautiful one at that, she ought to focus on the same things her sister Illyria was. This would be no problem. "My Prince is very kind." She nodded, accepting his help. Her hands excerted not as enough pressure as she would've, had it been just held keeping a hold of it. Noting he was looking at her, Jessen tried her hardest not to look at him, but... there she went, and with her gaze, the firmness in her grip also disappeared. She let go of the arrow having lowered the bow slightly and it resulted in the worst thing that could've happened, grazing the Prince's arm, injuring him, seemingly badly.

Thanos, Burner of Popcorn-Today at 10:47 PM

In James' hands, Jessen seemed, not as confident as she had been when she mounted her stallion. If he had stayed true to his wisdom and pulled the lethal weapon from her seemingly unsure hands, then he would have been spared the blood that spilled when the sharp wood and pointed metal grazed his arm. He had been in battles before, and suffered his share of wounds. So the immediate pain from the tear of his skin on his arm only drew a winced expression, and a soundless shout. He immediately retracted his hands, and the bow and arrow came crashing down onto the ground, followed by heavy drops of blood from the gaping wound on his forearm and parts of his upper arm. "Lady Jessen" He exclaimed, though he didn't pin the blame on her "Jessen, go find Michael and Reidar" dropping all honorifics in his pain.

[scvenkingdoms]

V. Rydan Sand

» TAGGING: Appearance by Miravelle Hill » LOCATION: Rydan’s chambers » THREAD: Rydan summons Miravelle to his chambers to spend the night with her only to offend her. » NOTES: None in particular.

It was past midnight, and Rydan had just returned to the Keep from an evening of passion with some girl he crossed paths with at the markets. As he took a bath, his mind wandered to events from earlier in the day, of his arrangement with Lord Lannister’s bastard girl. His father had warned him against touching her before they were back in Dorne. Not that there was anything unlawful with doing so. The prince simply didn’t want word spreading King’s Landing that his son couldn’t wait to bed a bastard, especially when he sought his legitimization. But as in almost all things, Rydan was a disappointment to his father and he called for one of the servant girls to bring Miravelle to his chamber “But Sire, what if she is asleep. It is a late hour” one of the them offered back, before immediately realizing it wasn’t her place to comment. Thankfully, Rydan was in a generous spirit and only responded with a dismissive glance “Do as I say”.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 7:33 PM

Miravelle was woken in the middle of the night by some servant girl, who immediately after told her her presence was requested by Lord Lannister himself. She looked around, a little unsure given the time of the night, she even went as far as telling the girl whatever Lord Lannister required could wait until the morning, but the girl wasn't taking no for an answer, going on to tell her it was of utmost importance that she came with her. Nervous, Miravelle put on a robe and walked out of the room, following the other girl to a place she soon realized was nowhere near her father's own chambers. "I-I'm not sure if we should keep going. Where are you taking me?" She asked, only to not have her question answered.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 7:52 PM

Like the other Martells, Rydan had been giving a chamber on one of the more antiquated wings of the castle. He began his wait patiently but as time ticked on, it was starting to grow weary. The servant girl avoided Miravelle's question, only saying "This way, my lady. Trust me, this is of utmost importance" A few more minutes passed, and just before Rydan was about to send another one in pursuit of Miravelle, the first girl burst in with the woman he had been seeking for the night. Rydan looked at the girl, and the look was enough to dismiss her from the chamber. Rydan smiled at Miravelle, "I was feeling a little solitary in this expanse of a capitol so I thought I would call for you to keep me company. Pardon me if those girls were deceitful. I promise you I did not put them up to those ends"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 8:06 PM

When the door to the chambers was opened and she found herself in front of Rydan, taking a bath no less, Miravelle couldn't help but to blush, and without really knowing what was going on, she attempted to leave, without even listening to him, but as she tried, the door was closed... and not budging either. "I don't... " She begun. "I don't think this is appropriate. For me to be here, that is." Miravelle went on, without really looking at him, an arm crossed over her chest, the other hand going to the back of her neck.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 8:16 PM

"What's inappropriate about it? Are we not headed back to Dorne together? Or have you changed your mind regarding that?" Rydan asked, before he waded through the water and walked the terraced steps out of the pool. He could see she was looking elsewhere and he sort of chuckled as he grabbed one of the towels and draped it around his waist, covering himself for the time being. He walked towards her, skin still carrying pearls of water "You did say you understood me, wife in all but name if I recall your words" He paused and held an arm out "Come"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 8:30 PM

"We are not yet in your home." She explained. Miravelle didn't really know but this seemed like something they shouldn't be doing just yet. She could understand how things would be different once they were back in Dorne, but here? "I haven't changed my mind but we... we should respect these walls." The girl remained somewhat pressed against the door of the room, not wanting much more proximity to him just yet, even if he was doing enough to close the distance between them. Despite what he said, and being right on top of that, Miravelle couldn't help but be somewhat offended by his words. She stared down at his hand and shook her head.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 8:40 PM

Rydan looked at her as she spoke and a part of him felt pity at her situation. She couldn't refuse her father and couldn't really refuse Rydan if he would go that route. Sure he wanted to enjoy her, but he also wanted to make her realize it was not a life of  despair and dullness that awaited her in Dorne. He could make out that she was offended by his words, it showed on her expression. He took a step towards her, now within an arm's length of her "You are offended that I think high enough of you to want you...before Dorne?" He glanced down at her hands and grabbed them in his gently "Listen" He began, but paused to lift her chin so she was now looking up at his eyes "Listen..I think you are the most beautiful woman in all kingdoms".

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 8:52 PM

Her grey eyes bore into his dark ones as he lifted her chin. All the things he was saying felt merely like the things he would of course say to sway her into letting him have what he wanted. Why else would he have summoned there to his chambers so late? All in all, despite knowing her place as the future Prince's Paramour wasn't a dishonorable or dirty thing in Dorne... she couldn't help but to think that the arrangement had been just that. "It is very convenient that you think so, but I'm not that beautiful, and had you been a true born son to the Prince you wouldn't have looked twice at me. Don't mock me, Sir."

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:02 PM

"I told you this much earlier at that table, and back then I had no plans of you keeping me company this night" He laughed as she called him Sir, finding it adoring "It's true, if I had been my older brother than I would be looking at Lady Perissa" He paused and moved his thumb so it was laying against her cheek "but that wouldn't be on my design, and neither is this. It's just that God has decided to favor me something this time instead of add to my misfortune" He moved his other hand to her waist, and used his grip to gently pull her into him, adding with a soft whisper "let me see you without that robe"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 9:09 PM

She pulled away, almost as if his thumb on her skin burnt her, clearly still not convinced that doing this was a good idea, no matter what their future would be like together. His admitance that he would've seeked to marry Perissa had he been a true born stung; as many other things she heard throughout her life. Miravelle knew things could've been a lot worse. She could've been sent off somewhere else, with a much worse candidate.... but that didn't make this right. She was shaking when he pulled her in, her eyes wide as she silently begged him to let her out. "Not until we're in Dorne."

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:18 PM

Rydan could feel her shaking in his grip, and her eyes told all, even if she didn't say much "You've still not given me a good reason. We're not man and wife...if that was, I wouldn't have touched you before the night of the marriage" He made his grip around her a little more firm. Seeing that she wasn't going to do as he asked, he moved both hands over her robe. He looked in her eyes in silence as he slid his hands over her back, already feeling her out somewhat before gripping upon the two knots designed into the garment and undoing them completely. As he did, he leaned against her and kissed her cheek before moving to press his lips over hers.

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 9:24 PM

He did nothing but give her yet another reminder that she was truly nothing, and that being no Lady, and no Lannister, she hardly deserved the same respect someone like Perissa certainly did. She pulled away from him, put pressure on his chest to keep him at a distance; not that her efforts mattered.  If he wanted to do this, he would do it. Soon enough her robe was undone, and he was kissing her, despite both her verbal and physical protesting. Miravelle did not kiss him back, keeping her hands up and pressed against her chest as if to avoid him pulling the robe off. "Please don't..."

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:33 PM

As he heard the "Please don't..." He paused the kiss, and pulled back, looking at her "I'm starting to think you'd rather not live in Dorne" He said flatly, his eyes searching hers for an answer. He had her taste fresh on his lips and it only urged his mind to go for another kiss, but he remained still, his hands keeping her robe held up with some help from hers. He reached and grabbed one of her hands, bringing it to his lips for him to kiss, inadvertently making her robe hang very loosely. "Don't refuse, I'm not trying to force myself upon you. That's not the kind of man I want you to think I am" . Slowly, he moved his other hand and grabbed her remaining one, and that made the robe fall off her shoulders onto the floor. He pulled the other hand to kiss it as well "You're going to be treated well...if you don't force my hand"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 9:40 PM

Her eyes stung and she could feel herself beginning to lose her poise. As he pulled away from her, she could tell he was everything but pleased. She wanted to come with him and live in Dorne, but she hadn't thought he'd do this. He was in his right, that was true, but that didn't mean the humiliation in her inability to refuse him was necessary. As he kissed her hand and asked her not to reject him, Miravelle opened her mouth, trying her hardest for her voice not to crack. "I only think of you what you've shown me so far." She whispered, making it very clear she was thinking less of him than she did ever before. As the robe slid off her body, she hunched over, pulling her hands from his even as he held them firmly.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 9:56 PM

Rydan was a bit surprised when she managed to pull free from his grip. He narrowed his gaze as she hunched over, her posture not quite enough to prevent him from catching plentiful glimpses of her body. Her words were harsher than her acts of defense had been, and he looked at her, and where this night had spun to. Other women, he'd have punished for such insolence but he found himself unable to assume the necessary force with Miravelle. Maybe it was because they shared the common thread of being bastards, of being considered second rate in their respective kingdoms. "How do I know you won't continue this path when we're in Dorne" he asked back, adding with a slight smile "I'm going to need to search for another noble lady, if so" He reached down and picked up her robe, holding it in his hands "One kiss from you, for this back"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 10:04 PM

Miravelle knew her best attempts to keep her body from his eyes was useless at that point. Even more so that her actions were making her less and less pleasant to him, but she hardly cared about that when she felt so... well, perhaps she'd been raised mostly like one, but she wasn't a Lady. As he asked how could he know if she wasn't going to keep this up once they were in Dorne, she looked at him with a mixture of sadness, anger, perhaps disappointment. "I know we're not marrying. I couldn't possibly be asking for such a favor, but I had hoped you'd treat me with such consideration..." She begun. "Instead you've made it clear you see me as any whore would be seen here in King's Landing." She replied, still shivering. As he placed a kiss as the condition to retrieve her robe, she cleansed her eyes with the back of her hands before reaching for it, hands clinging to the fabric as she leaned in, pressing a doubtful, hesitant kiss to his lips.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 10:17 PM

Rydan could see the mixture of emotions before him, and her words stung him again. Some of them were true, some of them were said in her anger. "You will be given equal consideration...even if I do choose to marry another" he said back calmly "my father and my word mean something. the Lords would not send their daughter to Dorne if they were treated as whores" It was clear he took objection to that last word "don't utter that in front of me again" He added, right as she cleansed her eyes, immediately feeling a bit of remorse that he raised his tone. As she pressed her lips on his, he didn't kiss back, letting it continue for only as long as she wanted. When they broke from the kiss, he reached and placed the robe on her shoulders, and helped it over her. His hands went up to cup her face and he brushed off the stray tear with his thumbs "stay with me, i promise i wouldn't take off your robe again. till we sail home"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 10:28 PM

She scoffed bitterly as he finally agreed to treat her a little better than he currently was. Perhaps she'd believe he was being genuine if he hadn't pushed her to tears and all that shivering to agree to it, if he hadn't so much as suggested he could do as he pleased with her now seeing that they weren't marrying, so there was no need to wait. "Lord Lannister wouldn't be sending me to Dorne if he didn't intend to speak to James of Perissa as a potential wife." She corrected him, really doubting her father cared so much what happened to her as long as she was no longer a possible obstacle for their family. "Would you have summoned any true born lady here without having married them yet?" She asked, knowing full well what the answer would've been. Miravelle put her robe back on as quickly as she could, crossing her arms once more, looking away from him until he held her face in his hands. "I want to leave."

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 10:41 PM

Her question, her request to leave despite his sincere promise angered him a little. "You want to be treated like Lady Perissa. That is your problem, why you feel humiliated I would try to even so much as glance your body now even though I am allowed to do that very exact thing to my heart's content after some day?" He paused, looking sharply in her grey eyes. It was easy to get lost in them if he hadn't been angry "What I would do for a true born lady isn't any of our concern. Or is it relevant. You're a bastard, I'm a bastard and we're never going to be Lady Perissa or Janas" He held her as he continued "Sooner you realize that, sooner you'll come to see my only intention was to spend the night in your arms. Not to degrade you, or make you a whore or whatever else silly thing that crosses your mind. What I am sorry for is for kissing and disrobing you. I shouldn't have done that".(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 10:51 PM

She shook her head at his words. Not once had she hoped to be treated like Perissa. Not now, not ever before in the past. "I would never dream of being treated like she's been treated all her life." Once again, she shook her head. "I feel humiliated because I was told dornishmen were different. I was told I wouldn't be treated like this. I was told I would have a proper life in Dorne, by your side." She explained to him. "Forgive me once more if I was too silly to think I wouldn't be so cruelly reminded of what I am by... you." She continued. Everything he said she knew already, her only mistake had been believing her father's words that she'd be happier in Dorne, that she wouldn't be looked down on, and that she would merely be treated as the youngest of his daughters, bastard or not. "Your intention was clear the second you insinuated you wouldn't bring me to Dorne if I didn't disrobe for you. Let me leave. Now."

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 11:03 PM

"You know I don't mean it an insult Miravelle"  he shot back, referencing her by name before adding in a lesser tone "after all, my status is not much different. it's just the truth we have to face sometimes. I know I do" He realized he had only earned further scorn from the woman he was holding with his words, and his next words were on the mellower side "I see I have angered you tonight. Maybe rightly so, maybe not" He didn't let her free just yet, as he wanted to say more "What is it that I can do, how can I win your forgiveness  so you'll spend the days and nights by my side instead of this...yes, this" He finally let her free, all but one hand of hers as he asked the final question "And are you still sailing with me to Dorne?"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 11:10 PM

"I wouldn't have even considered sailing to Dorne if I wasn't well aware of what my reality is. I am reminded every single day of my life from the moment I wake, to the moment I go to bed. You haven't had to face the same scorn I have, you don't understand." She reminded him, shrugging his hands off of her; last thing she wanted being his hands on her in any manner or for any reason. "You can let me return to my chambers and not talk to me until we're in Dorne." She replied, more hurt than angered as he assumed she was. Miravelle's breath was hitched as she contained her tears from this point on. "I can't go back to Casterly Rock." She answered simply.

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 11:27 PM

"Well, Lady Miravelle" he addressed her, intending to be some mix of respectful and affectionate "I am sorry for assuming we had similar upbringings. I don't know your past but I will keep from causing you hurt" He felt a pang of sadness as he saw she was barely containing tears "You're making it hard for me to send you away to your chambers" He paused and took her hand "I'll walk you back there instead. You can not talk to me till we're in Dorne but don't expect me to remain in silence about your beauty. I'm free to speak about that as much as I want" He added, his tone clearly intend to cheer and chip away at some of her hurt. He pushed the heavy door open with his other arm, promising  "You aren't going to Casterly Rock again, for as long as I'm ruling Dorne"

[scvenkingdoms]

IV. Elise Baratheon

» TAGGING: Appearance by Grover Tully » LOCATION: The Red Keep » THREAD: Grover puts Ahelissa’s plan in motion only to discover he’s a little smitten by the princess » NOTES: None in particular.

Elise was not yet ready to accept the changes coming their way. How could she, when all she'd known had been the reign of King Einar? With her father's death she was sure there was more to come than just her brother taking the throne and marrying by the end of the tourney. There hadn't been talks about her or Michael possibly marrying as well, but she knew it was just a matter of time so, for some reason it had seemed like a good idea to her to remain as recluse as she possibly could. Not to mention, her uncle, Goddard had told her not to just trust anyone who came in her proximity, so that meant no unnecessary talks with any of the ladies and surely not with any of their siblings; more out of a personal choice than something she had to do, afraid of both seeming frivolous or like she was too uncaring about the business that brough everyone together in King's Landing. The Great Hall was perhaps not the best place to be in, considering she wanted to keep a low profile, but looking at the Iron Throne brought some solace for her sudden feeling of solitude. Her handmaidens were mostly girls from House Baratheon and House Umber, so that meant she was among family and still... that didn't make things better.

After his chat with Ahelissa, Grover shared bits and pieces of their conversation with their brother. As expected, the younger brother was not too keen to the task, preferring his time in King's Landing to be occupied with hunting game. Grover had to take matters into his hands, and the the next morning, he used his charm on a couple of the handmaidens to fish out where Princess Elise kept to. It was past midday when he sought entry into the Great Hall, offering the explanation that he wanted to see the fabled throne for his own eyes. His steps were quiet and even as a nobleman, he felt small for a moment from the scale and grandeur of things. He saw Princess Elise amongst the company  of her haindmaidens and exclaimed "Princess Elise! What a fortunate coincidence". As he moved closer, he saw the princess' beauty for the first time and it left him a little tongue tied, but he continued with a smile "After meeting Prince Michael, I wanted to meet you, and thank you for your family's hospitality and generosity in hosting the Tullys."

Despite being mostly quiet, Elise could still make out the sound of someone walking into the Great Hall. She had hoped it was Michael at least, so they could maybe have a conversation about this whole ordeal like they hadn't before. However, as she turned to welcome whoever it was that walked in, she spoted a man nearly doubling her age, tall, and with the signature auburn hair that could only belong to House Tully. She thought then and there to excuse herself and leave but she couldn't when he was so kindly thanking him for welcoming his family for the tourney. Instead, she nodded, looking at her handmaidens out of the corner of her eye to see what they thought of this; they all looked smitten by the man... of course they would be. "It's what our Father would've wanted us to do, I believe." Elise offered simply. "Have you met my brother?" She asked with a little suspicion to her tone. Elise knew Michael had spent some time with Lady Ahelissa, but she hadn't heard him speaking of this Lord in front of her. "I hear he's growing fond of your sister."

The looks of the handmaidens didn't escape Grover, but he had no interest in them. He was here for the Princess' attention. "I spoke to the Prince briefly. He was part of the company that received us at the gates of the Keep".  Grover had sensed that tinge of suspicion in her tone, and he offered with another smile "The way I see it, the gods have blessed the Houses with beautiful Ladies and a beautiful Princess." He emphasized the last bit as if wanting her to remember what he thought of her "But Ahelissa would be very flattered to hear that, I will be sure to tell her". He glanced at the handmaidens and then back at Elise "It's a beautiful summer's day out and such summers are rare to come by. Would I be troubling you too much if I asked for your company...for a walk?"

As he offered his explanation, Elise nodded her understanding. None of the Princes were hearing any of the other youngsters present out; she could understand why everyone seemed so keen on having a talk with them despite her reticence. The handmaidens giggled at Lord Grover's compliment, giggles that died down with a stern look from Elise. "You are too kind, Lord Tully. Even more so wasting your time talking to me when you could have accompanied your brother out hunting." She pointed out, only to think about his proposal. Elise could tell at least the girls surrounding her were silently urging her to, so, she sighed, and nodded, smiling gently before pointing at the entrance of the Hall. "Let us walk out then."

"It's a walk in itself to get there"  Grover smiled, as she pointed to the entrance. Outside, the sun was sitting high above them, the warm radiating through the air, only to be tempered by the cool breeze from the Bay. He led her to one of the gardens, this one directly overlooking the Bay "Growing up, I was inundated with stories and legends of this city, and this keep. It's why I know it so well" explaining how he knew his way around the gardens. "You must be wondering if I walked you out here to put in a good word for Ahelissa, to move her ahead of others vying for Prince James". His words had a very sincere tone to them, and he continued "But to me, it makes little difference if she is married to Prince James or Prince Michael. Both are wonderful men and such a marriage would only bring more honor to House Tully". As he spoke, he inspected a row of flowers, before reaching out and plucking one. He turned and offered with a warm smile "White jasmines are a very rare sight in the Riverlands, so it's fitting I offer this to you".(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 2:31 PM

It did surprise Elise to see with how much ease he walked around instead of waiting for her to show him around. It made things easier, of course but she wondered if what he was telling was the truth or if he'd simply spent his time roaming around the Keep until he'd memorized the general paths in it. She was about to say something about it when he pulled up the subject of his siter. Yes, that was exactly what she thought this was all about. How could she not? It was what made the most sense, after all. Why bother with the youngest member of the Royal family when they could go straight to the goal? "That of course, if either of them find her agreeable enough. I mean no offense, Lord Tully. Lady Ahelissa is as kind as she is beautiful, but James is impossible to read and Michael..." She sighed. "Michael is young. Ten-and-seven celebrations of his nameday and he's still a mere child. I may be the youngest but I feel responsible for him." She held the jasmine, taking it from his hand as he offered it to her. "I see these most of the year, yet no one's ever offered one to me. All the ones I place in my chambers are the ones I pick myself."(edited)

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 2:46 PM

Grover nodded at her "Of course, it would be unbecoming of me to suggest help from our future King's sister". He broke into another smile at her words about the jasmine "maybe that's because the other Lords have their eyes on the throne and not on the other things of value in life" The bit about her placing them in her chambers fueled his imagination for a moment, but he cut back on those thoughts remembering his conversation with Ahelissa. This was supposed to be a game to get in the Princess' good graces. Or was it beginning to turn into something other than a game now? He found the next words slipping off his tongue "Well I'm here for two weeks, so that's two weeks you won't have to labor over picking out the best ones"

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 2:59 PM

Elise didn't say anything else on the matter of her brothers and Grover's own sister as she saw no point in furthering a talk that would lead both of them nowhere, of so she thought. "Maybe so. But truly, what is everyone doing here if not wait for the crowning and eventual wedding, Lord Tully?" She asked, smiling at him in a manner that made it very clear she understood that was the only reason why the Great Houses and some vassals were there; Not present their respects to King Einar, but winning the favor of Prince James. She kept her eyes on the jasmine she held, then looked up at the rest of them as well as some blooms, when she heard his proposal, making her turn to look at him immediately. "I have my ladies in waiting for that, Lord Tully." It wasn't a rejection, not as much as it was an invitation for him to raise the stakes. Flowers and what?

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 3:40 PM

Grover smiled at her answer, and it was one of the more genuine smiles he had shown as the Princess was beginning to steal his interest. "Perhaps, but I doubt they'd have my eye for detail. Shouldn't the best deserve the best?" He questioned. There was a pause in which Grover found himself looking into the Princess' eyes,  and he couldn't deny he was a little smitten by her. A part of him thought of the age difference between them in that moment, a little over a decade. Then the next thought was why he was even considering such things, for they could never come to be. Surely, the princess would have other more lucrative options, and definitely younger ones. But the way she had left him to up the ante with her words made him smile again. He immediately thought of the best thing he had to offer  "Well aside from the flowers, I would offer my sword. Valyrian steel, unbreakable and quality worthy of adorning the chambers of a Princess"(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 4:17 PM

His response was a satisfactory one, and it showed oh so clearly in the way her eyes fixated on his own as he reminded her being a Princess, she deserved the best. Elise had never thought of any men in particular. She was just resigned to her fate of waiting until her father, and now James decided which union would suit the Seven Kingdoms the most. Lord Grover's interest was most unexpected and so far she still didn't know what to make of it. He was much olderthan her... surely, had House Tully wanted to get to James through her, they would've sent their youngest? She only looked away when he mentioned his sword. He was offering flowers and his sword to decorate her chambers. The offering left her speechless for she did not know if such a thing would be appropriate. "Was it made for you or is it a heirloom?"(edited)

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 4:29 PM

Grover watched her look away, and for the first time he sensed her speechless instead of him. He nodded at her question, offering another smile "I crafted it myself. One of two I crafted from an old sword gifted to one of my Father's forefathers by the then Targaryean King. For his loyalty to the throne" He paused and kept looking at her, his fascination with her growing by the passing minute "What do you say, Princess? Will you accept my offering or would I have to be more convincing?" Throughout their exchange, he had been noting her body language and while he wasn't sure she took a liking to him, he could tell she had become much more friendly to his advances. So, he took the bold step of reaching out for her hand and bowed to kiss the back of it, while he looked up at her "It would be a matter of pride for me". At that point, he replaced his family's interests with his own(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 4:40 PM

Elise was even more impressed after hearing he had crafted the sword himself, and the story behind the steel it came from. She didn't know what she'd ever done to earn such a gift other than the obvious; the thing that made her so suspicious of everyone who wanted to get close to the crown. Elise gave it a serious thought then, as it was apparent we was not joking and he truly wanted her to have his sword. When he bowed to kiss her hand, Elise didn't outright pull away but her reticence to let him do such a thing was probably easy to tell in the contraction of her muscles, removing her hand from his soon after the contact of his lips. "May I see it?"

Lord Valdomero Burner of Popcorn-Today at 4:55 PM

A part of Grover expected reprimand from the Princess for being so bold so soon. And even though she pulled her hand back quick after the touch of his lips, she could have pulled it back even earlier. But she hadn't and that brought another smile on Grover as he stood upright "Of course. I could bring it to your chambers tomorrow"  He paused and kept looking at her "I hear Prince James has one of his own but even so, this would be my gift to you and not to the crown. My father has other things to offer there, of his own" Grover took a couple steps back, moving towards the waist high wall of stone that served as barricade to the cliffs overlooking the Bay. His body language was such that he hoped Elise would join him in taking the view and the breeze.(edited)

bender, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜᶤᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳʸ-Today at 7:45 PM

Elise followed after him, looking over the wall as she considered his proposal. Perhaps him coming to her chambers wasn't the best idea, but she thought of something else, something that would hopefully situate Grover in a good place in front of James. "You could offer it to me where James could see you do it. Perhaps before the tourney?" She suggested then, as it seemed to her like a good idea. "I hope I can get to meet Lord Reidar and Lady Ahelissa soon. If they're as mindful as you are, there's no doubt in me that we'll get along as well."

[scvenkingdoms]

III. Ahelissa Tully

» TAGGING: Appearance by Grover Tully » LOCATION: The Red Keep » THREAD: Grover scorns his sister approach to ensure her place as Queen. » NOTES: None in particular.

All through dinner, Grover cast Ahelissa a displeased look, though he didn't bring up why given that his father and mother, and more importantly the Stark nobles were sat at their table. He waited till Ahelissa was finished with her share and followed her out till he was sure there were in a deserted corridor. She seemed headed up to her chambers when he suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop "Am I hearing this right? That you were out there seeing the city with Prince Michael" He began, before giving has as much as a second's chance to react "Have you any idea of the kind of wealth your family is putting forth to get you on the throne. To secure our family's position of power?"

Prince Michael showing Ahelissa and her handmaidens around turned out to be a pleasant experience. She had wanted to get to see the city with someone who knew the surroundings and the Prince was good enough company for that. She hoped it would please her family to know she had grown acquainted with one of the Princes but, as it often happened, she had done wrong. So much became evident when  she got up after being done with dinner, excusing herself with the Lords and ladies they were sat with, and took her leave. All too suddenly, Grover grabbed her, pulling her to the side. She shrugged her brother's hand off her arm, too wilfull, perhaps even for her own good. "Is this just a complain of yours or has our father sent you to chastise me for this?" She questioned. "Have you seen any of the young ladies on the run talking to any of the Princes? Let alone Prince James?"

Grover was normally protective of Ahelissa, and even took her side on occassion whenever he felt their father was harsh in excess. He looked at her, almost incredulous that she wasn't getting what he was trying to say "We're not here to cozy up to all the princes. We're here for Prince James to choose you over the others" He reached with his index finger and lightly tapped her temple "Use this more, sister. Prince Michael may well be a gentlemen and you might fancy him more than Prince James, but that doesn't change who sits on the Iron Throne. At the end of the day, Michael is just another noble." Grover pulled back a foot as he finished, but quickly added another scolding "Now I want you to try and get a word with Prince James tomorrow, however you can. I'm not sure Rhaenys or Illyria are playing this as naively as you are, and their Houses already have more riches to offer"

She couldn't help but to scoff at her brother's scolding, and perhaps she would've been a lot more dismissive too, if it weren't because he put her intelligence in doubt, which earned him an angered look from her, along with her hand swatting his away as soon as they touched her temple. "Are you listening to yourself?" Ahelissa replied, not embarrassed, nor willing to hear any more of him calling her naive. "If it all comes down to riches then Perissa Lannister has already won. Why summon all the noble families if he was just going to choose the more obvious candidate across Westeros?" She pointed out, raising her eyebrows as if to punctuate what she was saying. "Unless the Targaryens have managed to hatch dragon eggs, or the Starks have found a way to make supplies last a ten year old winter, all is not lost. Prince James may be young but he's hopefully not so foolish as to choose his queen based on nothing but her Houses riches." Ahelissa looked around them, ensuring no one was within listening distance. "Everyone wants a word with Prince James himself, but little to no one is trying to win over King's Landing as I am." She reasoned; resources were just a part of it, and while it may be a game she did not want to play, she was willing to do it, for her family, for House Tully.

Grover remained less than pleased at her dismissive stance, and he was about to fire back more scoldings when she swatted him away. But the more she spoke, the less angry he became. As she made the observation about winning over King's Landing, he almost had a proud look "Well, seems I might have been a little rash in my judgement". He turned his head both ways as if checking no one was within earshot "I can't say I'm not surprised. But you do take after our mother, and she's as responsible for our blessed fortunes as father". By then, his tone had shifted almost entirely to a brotherly one . He grabbed her shoulders and planted a peck on her forehead, adding as he looked down at her "Sometimes, the promise of wealth blinds us to whom we care about most. Play it as you like but don't get too mired in it, okay? And I'll keep this conversation between the two of us." He let her go, nodding before he took leave.

Ahelissa allowed herself to calm down once Grover settled down again. She knew, deep down, all she was saying was nothing but an attempt to rid herself of her brother's scrutiny, but she wasn't all that far off. By the end of the tourney no one would dare to say she didn't try her best to have Prince James wrapped around her finger. "You often are and I do not blame you but you need to have a little faith that I know what I'm doing. This may not be what I want, but if House Tully wants something, we deliver. Do we not?" She went in to take her brother's hands in hers, sighing, letting her expression become a more concerned one after the kiss on her forehead. "Reidar and you have to help me as well."

Right after he had taken the first step, Grover turned back, intending to add more brotherly advice. But he felt Ahelissa take his hands in hers, and he smiled as she asked for help "Reidar and I always have your back. Remember the time a few of those shepherds and their boys grazed their cattle in your gardens. Father was going to have them hung, but I think Reidar and I gave them a more memorable beating." He moved his hands out of hers to hold her wrists, protectively "How do you want us to help?...well what is your plan in the first place? You said you want to win the people over to win the King's favor hmm?" He asked, his eyes fishing hers for answers.

She breathed easy when Grover turned his attention to her once more. The way they dealt with each other seemed... not that actually brotherly, given the way they spoke to each other, but if they didn't push each other to do what they had to, then who would? "Yes, despite me telling you over and over again not to, but what's done is done." Ahelissa reminded him, though not berating him for it, understanding after all that some decisions were simply not hers to make.  "I may not be able to get a word with Prince James, but you or Reidar can. Prince James does have a sister, after all. The Princess has not wanted to acknowledge any of us, surely she knows what we're all trying to do and she wants nothing to do with it, rightfully so. But perhaps a young Lord could break through a lot faster than I ever could." Ahelissa pointed out. Sure, Princess Elise probably had a lot of suitors all things considered, but things could still work.

Grover listened to her, and he could feel the calmness he was bringing about in her from the beat in her wrists. "Princesses are notorious for giving other ladies the cold shoulder" He nodded, to show his agreement "But a young lord to pique Princess Elise's interests, surely that'd have to be Reidar. My marriage plans have already been the talk of the seven kingdoms more than once, and only reason I haven't taken on some noble lady is so you wouldn't have to put up with an overbearing sister-in-law", the last bit said in jest. "But Reidar has a clean slate and could possibly woo her" He grinned at the thought of how their brother would receive the idea. "I'm almost tempted to tell Father, he'd be proud to see the 3 Tully siblings working together to claim that Iron Throne. We're so much better than the Targaryeans, Starks, or the Lannisters"

It brought her some more relief to see Grover actually listening now instead of throwing accusations her way, be them accurate or not. "Prince Elise surely wants to remain unbiased in these matters, but we can't let her." She gave it some thought, not too sure Reidar could accomplish the feat as well as Grover himself could. Not that Ahelissa thought Reidar to be useless, but it was precisely Grover's attractive that, much like her, had earned the Tully's several talks to form allegiances between great houses. "Maybe so. I'm not yet sure if courting should be a part of it, but we can't discard it. The closer we all are to all of the Baratheons, the closer I'll be to be crowned along with Prince James." She could barely recognize herself talking the way she was; and she hated herself for it, but it was worth a try if it got her out of the way. "Lack of resources means having to put forth all of our wit... You can't keep running from your own marriage either. You know this, surely."

"I'm gathering you know Prince James is close to his half-siblings" Grover added, as he ran over her scheme again in his mind. "I'll put Reidar up to it and if he chickens out, I'll go for it myself". He brushed off the comments about his marriage with a joke "Who knows, maybe I found myself a princess after all. I don't see too much competition either, maybe only that elder Stark son. Shame that, because he couldn't keep his eyes off you at dinner earlier. Always trust a Stark to lose sight of the goal and end up spearing themselves in the foot" Grover laughed, before bidding his younger sister goodnight.

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II. Miravelle Hill

» TAGGING: Rydan Sand // Prince of Dorne & Lord Lannister » LOCATION: Some tower. » THREAD: Miravelle and Rydan speak of their future in Dorne while thinking of their sisters’ chances with the future king » NOTES: None in particular.

No matter how she looked at it, Miravelle couldn't help but to think all of this would do nothing but make things worse for her on the long run. She knew being a bastard meant she had far too many limitations ahead of her, being a woman making it even harder. Sure, her father could have arranged for her to marry some other noble man's bastard but really, who spoke freely of such things? Just mentioning it or asking about it could be taken as an offense and therefore she did not blame her father for not doing such a thing. As far as she knew they were in King's Landing for two matters and two matters only: hopefully convince Prince James of wedding Perissa, Lord Lannister's true born daughter, and arranging for Miravelle not to return to Casterly Rock, still, she wasn't too sure if this was what she wanted. Miravelle knew all too well bastards were treated differently in Dorne, and she also knew perhaps she'd be happier there than under the constant scrutiny and hateful remarks from her half-siblings. Leaving behind everything she knew though, IF the Sand boy turned out to like her... it felt wrong. Truth be told, it would only be humiliating if his father’s attempts finished in failure, but it wouldn't get out there since, seemingly, this was a completely private and secret affair for the time being. So far, she thought she was doing poorly, glancing at the young Sand boy every once in a while, answering questions only when she was asked, hoping her father would offer a good bargain despite it all being the simplest thing. "She will be better off at Dorne than she will ever be here, for all of our sakes." It stung to hear that from her father, but he was right... with his "shame" gone, Perissa would have better odds at becoming Queen, after all.

Watching his elder son grow up, Prince Martell thought his House would be one of THE seats of power in Westeros, second only to the Iron Throne. Janas was brilliant yet humble, and his righteousness and eye for justice promised a good reign. But it all fell apart as King Einar convinced Janas into serving as the first of his Kingsguard during one of the Martells' visits to the capitol. This, of course, was a machination of the aging King to prevent the Martells from threatening his seat at the top. When Prince Martell found out, he was furious, but of course he could not rebel against the wishes of the King. Rydan had grown up a neglected child. He was the product of a brief affair between Lord Martell and a lower born woman from Essos. The woman abandoned the newborn Rydan, and the bastard never heard of or saw her growing up. Dorne was more lenient than the other kingdoms regarding the privileges for bastards, and he was offered almost all the riches Janas enjoyed. His lonely upbringing had made him a bit jaded, and he frequently took his anger and frustations out on those even less fortunate than him, namely the commoners and the whores. For him, life was about preying or being preyed on, and he would not pass up an opportunity to do the former.(edited)Prince Martell had had his sights on marrying his bastard off and legitimizing him as prince for some years now. Rydan's reputation as a bastard preceded him, and naturally there weren't many proposals. Until, a raven arrived as Prince Martell and his younger son were preparing to make for King's Landing. The letter was brief, secretive almost and it was from Lord Lannister. He offered Miravelle, and a sizable amount of gold. The Lord, the prince, a few other elders, Rydan, and Miravelle were sat in an old war room in one of the more solitary towers of the Keep. Rydan looked at Miravelle more than a few times while the Lords spoke and negotiated this as if they were trading goods. He even offered a small smile a couple of times, of course a deceptive one as he wanted to do little more than use the girl. And then discard her. Well, he wouldn't be allowed to do that, so maybe he'd just keep her on the side while he went back to his whores. As the negotiation waned, he offered "Lords, I know Lady Miravelle and I don't have much say in the matter but would you grant the two of us an audience?" He glanced at Miravelle as he spoke, his eyes apparently urging her to follow his suit.

Miravelle herself didn't know what to say to Rydan's proposal, so she did what she'd been doing for quite a while now, looking at her father to see what he thought of it, partially hoping he would deny the petition. Instead, Miravelle saw the Prince of Dorne and her own father nodding their heads. "All the contrary. The future Prince of Dorne has the last word." Miravelle stared down at her hands on the table as he own father reminded him he could say no to bringing her back to Dorne if he didn't like her enough. Of course he was expecting her to be convincing enough to ensure he'll follow through with her and even his own father's wishes. Rather than letting them walk out of the room, Lord Lannister and his company walked out, along with the Prince and his dornishmen. The girl felt smaller than ever before. "What... what do you wish to discuss with me?"

"Thank you, Lord Lannister" Rydan replied, and he was just barely able to conceal his glee at the reminder that he could turn her down if he didn't like her. He waited for the footsteps to clear and looked at the girl "I just wanted to get to know you more" He turned and glanced out one of the windows, as if checking something, before turning back and fixing his upper body closer to the table "So, you must feel a little unfortunate about all this. You're more beautiful than your older sister but won't get the same suitors because you're not of royal blood from both sides" He paused and leaned back, not really expecting a response. He added "I want to know if your heart is in this, or if this is just an obligation to your father" Of course, Rydan didn't care which it was, he was going to take her back to Dorne regardless. This was just a little game of sorts, to make her put her convincing act forth.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times as he finished a sentence and fell silent only to begin talking once more, just as she tried to say something for herself. She know what her father expected of her, and she knew she'd probably be smart to do just that but... she couldn't put up an act even if she tried, so she took a deep breath, and stood herself. "I don't feel unfortunate. And I'm not agreeing to this out of obligation or to content my father." She offered, looking intently at him, then down at her hands as though she had just made a mistake, speaking the way she had. Right now they were still in the same level; two bastards. "I will miss my home because it is all I know, but Dorne couldn't possibly be worse to me than the people here and at Casterly Rock have been to me so far. I am well aware this is not a marriage we're arranging, but I've never hoped for much. I don't oppose to making a life with you even if it's being your wife in all but name."

Rydan was a little taken aback with the frankness with which Miravelle spoke . A contrast to how she was in the meeting. He looked back at her "I suspect those are not the words which your father had told you to recount to me when this time came". He had expected her to be coaxing, to try and sweet talk him into finalizing their arrangement. In that regard, his game was upturned. "You're right, Dorne offers better fortune to those with our circumstances" He took a short pause in which he glanced at her hands and then back at her eyes "I doubt many men would refuse such words” He stood up and looked down at her “I think you’ll be cherished in Dorne, you seem raised well and have an honest tongue on you. And beautiful too, of course”. He laughed as he thought of something “Which makes me suspect Lord Lannister would not have been this generous to me had he not been trying to marry Lady Perissa into the crown. I suppose we’ll have to watch from the sidelines to see which of our families wins that favor, knowing his father was trying equally hard to secure favor for Rowella.

She felt regretful about being so open about her thoughts, but he didn't seem to mind. Either that or he was concealing his own. He was right, thinking this wasn't what her father had wanted her to do, but she knew being untruthful could probably be more counterproducttive than letting him know what went through her mind. "I don't want for this to be based on lies." She said, as frankly as she'd been talking before. "I was only taken off guard when we heard the news that you were to be legitimized after your brother joined the Kingsguard. Lord Lannister thought of calling his plan off, but then, with King Eingar's passing..." She sighed, perhaps making it very clear this all indeed had only moved forward because of James being crowned soon. Miravelle remained still as he approached her, though she kept her eyes down instead of looking at him, nervous by his proximity and not sure what to make of it yet. "He could've been more generous." She implied. With her being involved now with both of the families, she had a feeling perhaps both Lady Rowella and Perissa would suffer... but she wasn't about to mention that yet.

"Neither do I , but we're of royal blood. The people of Dorne and Casterly Rock will hear what the Lord and Prince spin up for them, and we can both find greater fortune then" He wasn't put off by her nervousness at his proximity and brushed off her words "I don't think so, I'm not Janas" He held his hand out for hers "Thought I would start getting in the habit of treating you as wife and not a foreigner" He explained as to why he had held his hand out. He followed with a faint smile "I suppose we should go ease the fears of our Houses and tell them we are at an understanding. Several pots of gold and other royal marriages are at stake on us after all"

For now, she nodded, not really wanting to say much more that could get her into trouble. Because he could say he was alright with her being honest, but more often than not, men expected women to lie in their favor... and she wasn't too sure about how different that was for dornismen. Miravelle stared down at his hand but didn't make a move for it until she realised she had no other option after what he said. She was not to be his wife, and she wished he would remember that. He could still marry any noble lady; this was all made so she'd have protection for as long as the prince would have her. Protection that Lord Lannister would soon be unable to keep providing should Perissa fulfill her family's purpose. Miravelle didn't keep her hand in his for long, instead going to open the door to the room and stepping back to Rydan's side, looking up at him so he'd give the news.

Lord Lannister, Prince Martell, and the company looked on expectedly as Rydan and Miravelle came into the other room. Lord Lannister saw that they had walked in together, some assurance that their talk hadn't gone bad. Rydan looked back at Miravelle, and cleared his throat for a second when he saw everyone was expecting his word "Oh, of course" He offered as apology "Lady Miravelle and I had a meaningful chat. We are at full understanding of the expectations from both our ends and above that, the expectations of the Houses" He paused and glanced at Miravelle, smiling "The lady and I couldn't be more happy about the arrangement" He offered a very short bow, ending with "Thank you, Lord Lannister. Thank you, Father" His words were well received and Lord Lannister took the room "next come the preparations of her dowry". Prince Martell nodded, telling Rydan "go give word to your brother and sister"(edited)

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I: Michael Baratheon

» TAGGING: Appearance by Ahelissa Tully » LOCATION: The Red Keep » THREAD: Michael catches a glimpse of Lady Ahelissa Tully and decides to start a conversation. Sweet talking ensues :v.  » NOTES: None in particular.

It was near dusk in King's landing, and the crowded city was bustling more than the usual in anticipation of Prince James Baratheon's crowning as the new king of the seven kingdoms, as well as his marriage to one of the desirable princesses from those seven kingdoms. It had been a few weeks since King Einar passed a honorable death at the hands of age, and in the time since, Einar's younger brother and "Hand of the King" Goddard had overseen the mourning and rites, as well as extended an invitation to the Lords of the kingdoms to visit the Red Keep and offer their best for the soon to be new king. Nearly a week of festivities were planned,  from jousts to dances and comedy to drinks and feasts. 

Prince James, however, had little interest in these matters. He was, unlike his father, a more calculating man, focused only on consolidating his near absolute power. He had little interest in which queen he wanted for his throne, and was more interested in what their families could offer, be it support of their army or gold. Like his father in his youth, James was an excellent swordsman and was considered one of the best duelists in Westeros. His younger half-brother Michael was more of a free spirit, interested in the arts, interested in women. He adored the soon to be king but a part of him was envious that being the firstborn had given James the divine right to rule, instead of him. He thought he had something different to offer as king, a more loving and populist attitude. He was walking through one of the lavish gardens at the Red Keep, those that overlooked Blackwater bay, when he caught sight of Ahelissa Tully. She was unmistakable and he smiled, and called for her attention "Lady Ahelissa".

It seemed to Ahelissa that this whole thing was nothing but a waste of resources, still, there was no way she'd ever voice her opinion. At least, not in front of those closest to the crown and certainly not in front of her own family. She knew full well that if she'd been a few years older or younger she would have no business in King's Landing and would've probably been left behind in favour of Grover and Eidar being worth of note during the tourney. It amazed her to think this was what her life had come to, and the consequences of failing to fulfill her purpose there didn't once stop going through her head. What was she, next to the other noble ladies no doubt seeking to win the favour of the soon to be King? Over the past few years her family had gotten proposals from several houses, but perhaps not so surprisingly, her father had rejected each and everyone of them in hopes that Prince James would set his eyes on her.

Two days roaming King's Landing already and she hadn't had the chance to have a conversation with any member of the royal family. Prince James was busy with surely more pressing matters, Prince Michael was nowhere to be seen and Princess Elise seemed to be more closed off, spending time only with her own handmaidens. Growing impatient, there wasn't much she could do but keep herself busy sewing, growing acquainted with whom she could only consider competition now, and taking interest in just about anything her eyes caught a glimpse of. The gardens at the Red Keep in particular, with it's green and other colors from the constantly blooming flowers being one of said things; she could only hope her own lady companions weren't tired of it just yet. It wasn't until she heard a male voice that she allowed herself to be distracted from her intent gazing at the flowers, turning around, auburn curls bouncing from her back as her eyes fixated on none other but Prince Michael Baratheon. Ahelissa and her company curtsied, offering a friendly smile as she set both her hands in front of her. "My Prince. Are we not supposed to be out here? The preparations for the coronation tourney have taken us by surprise more than once by now."

Michael had just finished the afternoon's swordsmanship lessons, where his teacher, the same who taught James, had made more than one under the breath remark about how he simply didn't measure up. Truth was he didn't care for that, or what the maesters thought about his lack of political shrewdness when it came to dissecting and responding to troubles across the expanses of Westeros. Michael was left starstruck for a brief moment as Ahelissa turned, as his mind confirmed what he had heard about her beauty. He returned a friendly smile of his, and followed with a little bow even though that wasn't custom "Lady Ahelissa, I wouldn't say we are breaking any rule that I know of being out here in the gardens at this hour". He took a step closer, and the blue of his eyes took in more detail of Ahelissa "I'm happy to meet you and your family. Father always had great things to say about House Tully" His eyes then wandered out to the horizon, where the red sun was dipping into the Bay "Are you finding everything according to your wishes here in King's Landing? You've made a long journey " He offered another smile as his eyes were now back on hers, and he sort of corrected her "The coronation and the marriage. The latter is what everyone is here for, after all"

Ahelissa didn't miss the way the Prince looked at her or just how intent his eyes were. She was not as oblivious as perhaps her family would've wanted her to be, considering she was a woman, but that also had it's own perks. "Thank you, My Prince." She didn't find much more to say to his compliments to her family other than that, for now at least. Her Mother had told her time and time again to feign interest if she had to, but Ahelissa couldn't be hypocritical even if she tried. "We have had a pleasant stay so far. King's Landing is everything I had imagined it to be and more. I have wanted for nothing, I can assure you that." Her smile faltered a little when he mentioned the marriage allegiance to be formed in just a few more days, blue eyes looking down momentarily as she nodded. "Of course, the marriage." She sure hoped it wasn't too evident then and there that she held no interest for that part of her stay. "None of us has had the chance to speak directly with Prince James but I assume..." She went on, her smile widening a little more. "That's business to be taken care of by the Lords of our Houses." It was all akin to selling them off, after all.

It didn't slip Michael's notice that Ahelissa's smile had faded at the mention of marriage. Such was the curse of nobility at times, marriages only for the purpose of power and wealth. He smiled, and offered what he wanted to be reassurance even though he thought differently "Yes. It is best to trust in the Lords' judgements in these matters. Our kingdoms have been prosperous for many generations after all, and hopefully many more to come". With that line, it was more clear Michael was doing his best impression of what a king would say, as if to impress Ahelissa. His eyes wandered elsewhere from hers again "My brother is a good man, and I can't speak for him but I will say King's Landing would have a go...great queen in you..." adding the remaining matter of factly "of course grace of the lords and the King permitting" . This was the first truly noble born girl that Michael had run into, and naturally he wanted the conversation to extend. He offered with a smile and a little motion of his arm "The moon still isn't upon us fully...would you care to join me for a short prayer at the Sept of Baelor. I promise I won't keep you too long, and perhaps you can get more acquainted with the city"(edited)

The way Michael spoke only let Ahelissa know he had no desire whatsoever of displaying his own thoughts. He was a royal, and royals hardly ever did, so that meant almost everything they really felt was an open secret; their whores, their bastards, their games with other Highborns... It did not impress or surprise her in the slightest, still, she had to play along. A marriage with the younger Prince would still be convenient if the future King failed to take notice of her, she supposed. Prince Michael was younger than her and that was enough for her not to want to think of it but her father would sooner let her go with a Baratheon than anyone else. "Indeed, My Prince. Your Father, the King... he left us in the middle of summer and Prince James will make it last longer, I'm sure." She offered, already feeling rather dumb just speaking those words, still, she sighed nodding at his words as though it was difficult for her to accept them as a well-meaning wish. Her. Queen. What a ridiculous thought. "Hopefully all of our prayers will be heard then. Lead the way, please."

Michael smiled, "Wonderful, this way then". He stood a step ahead of her and led their walk. The skies were dimming as they passed through the heavily fortified gates of the Keep and onto the city's grounds. Two knights in black armor shadowed them with tall spears in hand, after all the young nobility's blood was precious. Along their path,  they crossed through crowded markets and dense housing settlements. The commoners whispered amongst them as they passed and nobody dared come within 10 feet of them, for they'd lose their limbs. Soon, they were at the Sept and were greeted by the High Septon. "Just in time for the evening prayer, young prince" the older man smiled, his greying brows focused first on Michael and then on Ahelissa. "And you've brought with you fine company. Lady Ahelissa I take it? You take very much after your mother". As the High Septon spoke, Michael bumped his arm against Ahelissa's as if signaling her to offer her pleasantries quickly so the two could be alone again.

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House Lannister

Nicholas Lannister 25 years old

Perissa Lannister 23 years old

Thomas Lannister 20 years old

Miravelle Hill 19 years old

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House Martell

Janas Martell 24 years old

Rydan Martell 22 Years old

Rowella Martell 20 years old

Vassal Houses

House Dayne:

Dorian Dayne 22 years old

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House Tyrell

Salerna Tyrell 22 years old

Olivar Tyrell 21 years old

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House Stark

Eliar Stark 25 years old

Jessen Stark 23 years old

Alvar Stark 21 years old

Illyria Stark 19 years old

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House Targaryen

Aerys Targaryen 27 years old

Rhaenys Targaryen 18 years old

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House Tully

Grover Tully 28 years old

Reidar Tully 25 years old

Ahelissa Tully 19 years old

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House Baratheon

( King ) James Baratheon 24 years old

Prince Michael Baratheon 17 years old

Princess Elise Baratheon 16 years old