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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for denyse ( @glvrious ! ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : courtyard , staerdale
on most days, aeron found himself training in the courtyard. he’s been to the vale before on one of his many travels. the lord dayne remembered how much he was in awe of the towering grandeur of the eyrie. it felt so foreign for him to roam around — stairwell? stardale? staerdale. right, it was staerdale. aeron needed to get used to the new name. sweat trickled down his forehead and shirt drenched from the hours spent sparring. it was only when his opponent yielded that he thought to catch a break. breathless, he walked off to the side, dawn in hand. “lady denyse,” he greeted with a tiny smile before taking the goblet of water from one of his men. “apologies, i did not notice you there. i seemed to have been too engrossed with poking my opponent with dawn’s pointy end. it’s a good thing i haven’t lost yet else that would be a tad embarrassing,” aeron added with a slight pant.
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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for seda ( @vedritied ! ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : seda’s chambers , staerdale
he won’t mention it out loud but there was something comforting about embracing his sister. despite being towering over her and was notably twice her size, aeron found peace knowing seda was alright in this gods forsaken new keep the king built — or well, rebuilt; he couldn’t stay away from her for too long. aeron knew his sister to be more than capable of fending for herself however after the events that took place in king’s landing, not so far back, the lord dayne could not help but feel protective of her. “you can let go, sister. i promise i won’t be going anywhere.” he chuckled, patting her back lightly. “don’t say you’re enjoying this reunion a little too much.”
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— * stcrfrost: BRYNDEN & LYSARA
closed : brynden marbrand ( @servtudes ) setting : outside brynden’s room !
“there you are, dear boy.” the sight of him is a comfort to her, especially after those early months of returning home where he’d still been unwell since what had happened to king’s landing. she doesn’t hesitate to tug him into her arms, tension leaving her now that she’s seen for herself that all of her children had arrived in one piece. she doesn’t let go for a long few moments, squeezing him one last time before pulling back. “was i right in thinking your father got the most annoyed by the travel here?”
“mother,” brynden happily breathed out at the sight of his lady mother. the young lord still despised traveling— or well, anything that required him to leave ashemark— however he made an exception in order to reunite once more with his mother who was called to the staerdale. brynden lingered for a few seconds, just happy he was with his mother again. gods know how many times theyve been separated in this lifetime. not to mention the tragedy they both had experience in kings landing; he was happy they were well and safe. “— ah there were days where i was the one that got most annoyed but nevermind him mother. we both know he secretly was excited. i, on the other hand, am just happy to finally see you. i hope work hasn’t been straining you.”
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— * glvrious: BRYNDEN & ALERIE
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alerie smiles, eyes focused on the finishing touches as they hear of bryn’s small woes. “are you asking me to rush my art?” eyes look up momentarily to meet the still model. “that’s quite rude, lord bryn,” they tease before chuckling, head shaking. “you can move now. i’m just finishing up and i don’t want you to have a stiff neck the rest of the evening.” they could have told him that a few moments ago but what is the point of friendship if you cannot tease them a little, right? but if bryn says his neck is starting to hurt, that’s when alerie’s need for fun ends. alerie smiles, warmth bubbling at bryn’s reaction. “take my compliment, brynden, or i won’t show you the drawing. you will have sat still for nothing.” there’s a pointed look sent his way, even if her lips twitch with amusement and her own eyes give away the fact she does not mean her words. “did you hear it or did you try it for yourself? don’t tell me you’re to blame for the lack of tarts.” alerie puts her notebook to her chest, eyes lighting up with excitement. “alright, what other ways would you like to be compensated?”
he instantly let out an exhale once he heard it was alright to move. his neck was starting to hurt along with his back. brynden scooted over the tree the were under and rested his back against, legs straightened from being folded for a while. “you know, i just think you’re throwing random compliments to get a reaction out of me, alerie. you’re teasing and it’s not nice,” the fiery-tressed lord pouted playfully at his dearest friend. a small chuckle left his lips, raising his hands in defeat. “i said no such thing. i was able to snag a couple before you had to drag me out here but last i heard there was no more. but they were really good,” he lifted his shoulders to shrug. “i want to say in gold coins but that is negotiable. well, you can give me the portrait you’re doing for starters.” actually, brynden couldn’t think about what he wanted in exchange. he really didn’t see the need to receive any. he liked spending time with alerie and so, to him, that was enough. “— speaking of which, you must show me what you have so far. did you really bring out your sketch pad to a wedding, alerie? were you anticipating for it to get this boring?”
#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#brynden + alerie#glvrious#angels im crie
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— * dicmcnds: BRYNDEN & CERENNA
finally he sees sense ! it baffles the young lion that anyone could ever refuse to have a drink with her , if not for her shining beauty then of course because of her wit and sharp tongue . her brows furrowed in faux - concentration , as if the words she was about to impart upon him was one of the utmost importance . “ i was very cross with you growing up , most of the time . ” she said with pout , before taking another generous sip of her goblet . “ i was terribly sweet on you when we were children and you barely spared me a glance ! do you know how infuriating you had been ? ” cerenna swept a graceful hand to right her halo of golden curls , pretty eyes accusing and teasing all at once . “ did you not find me beautiful then ? ”
brynden sat there brows furrowed, confused, and amused at cerenna. a part of him wanted to stop her from taking another sip from her goblet but he knew it would be useless considering how stubborn she was. “you were sweet with me?” if his memory served him right, it was the opposite. “— oh, yes. you were.” and then realizing it was probably not the best to argue with her in this drunken state. “you’ve unceasingly pointed out how pale i was growing up . . . among other things but i digress,” his last sentence mumbled, hoping she would not hear. but even so, brynden did not take to heart her teasing, simply letting it slide. “i apologize if i’ve made you feel that way.” the young lord’s head titled to the side, blinking a couple of times. “i think you’re beautiful, cerenna but you have to forgive me — where is this coming from?” he hasn’t done anything to offend her, has he?
#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#brynden + cerenna#dicmcnds#hes so lost and confused and trying not to laugh
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Bir Deli Rüzgar - Uğur (Berk Cankat)
#( bitter glory ) / * aeron ’ s visage .#u know what i dont hate this look on him#( THIS IS QUEUED ! ) / *
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— * trgryns: BRYNDEN & HYACINTH
she hummed , pleased , as she bit into the tart – watching from the sidelines as the beautiful pairings danced across the floor . “ we would’ve invited you to join us , but you were dancing with that pretty lyseni girl , ” she said before immediately following it up with fumbled words . “ which is nice ! i hope you had a lot of fun , ” cin giggles , averting her gaze as she wipes crumbs from the sides of her mouth . “ my evening has been very uneventful . and , i mean , you could just sneak out couldn’t you ? get some fresh air to avoid those questions . ”
brynden opened his mouth to say something but closed it instantly, feeling embarrassed that she had noticed. “— oh” his hand scratched the back of is nape timidly. “well, it’s a good thing i was able to catch the sweets before it was gone then but it was nice.” referring to his dance though in truth it was more than nice. well, for brynden at least. his smile was goofy, happy that he finally had the courage to ask the crown princess’ sister. “i could,” glancing down at the other. “or i could stay with you to avoid anymore hounding questions. have you danced tonight?” glancing at hyacinth. “would you like to have a go?” since he’s been suggested multitudes of times tonight, he might as well?
#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#brynden + hyacinth#hello awkward bbies
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— * vixtoriious: SERENEI & SLOWAN
𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐸𝐷𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺. could life be more tedious than a targ getting married? and he was being forced to suffer through an affair that quite literally was killing his brain cells having to sit through. so much pomp and circumstance – and for what? slowan, since his arrival, counted the days when he could sail away from this god’s forsaken kingdom and return to his usual escapades. because how much longer could his dear uncle keep him? but the fun and frivolity weren’t completely lost. with several run-ins, slowan tripled the prospect of his gratification of pleasure. as the whispers came to him that the beautiful ren had graced them with her present. he took his time to find her, stalking her whereabouts thanks to some very helpful maids. all whom he rewarded with a few stolen kisses and mewling of their satisfaction of amusement, it was his duty. he wasted no time being sure to be the first she danced with for the festivities. if for no other reason than for them to find some debase delights of their own. when the time came,
"my dear lady,“ he whispered into her ear as he moved them effortlessly across the dance floor – those dance lessons did come in handy ”-- you know how much i love to watch you from afar. it makes our coming together all the more… enjoyable.“ his grin was a sign of his ever-growing affection for the lady. one who had brought him much satisfaction over the years. ”if you had, i would have revealed myself soon enough. as i, too, require more stimulating entertainment.“ let those nobles of the great house and the prince plot and scheme. he had other matters of interest- several. and as the music came to an end. and slowan gave a final bow, and he offered his arm to her escorting his lady off to the sides. away from the crowded dance floor. "odd that the powers saw fit to bring us back together is such a 'happy occasion.” rolling his eyes at the thought of his cousin. "we could always sneak away, or perhaps you would like another dance. i do enjoy having you in such open and close proximity. there is all sort of places in the keep we can watch and enjoy ourselves. if you allow it, of course.“
chuckles spill out of rose colored lips as lilac hues roll playfully at the claw isle lord’s honey coated words. slowan always had a way with his words, easily captivating his prey like moths drawn to a flame. serenei however wasn’t easily swayed by them, knowing his kind all too well, but she will not deny the fact that she does enjoyed being filled with sweet nothings; she didn’t even try to hide the smirk on her face either. dancing, she found, was too trivial and if it were not her own cousin’s wedding, serenei would have opted to sit down at her table the entire night. alas, she must join in on the celebrations. it was a good thing her lady mother taught her well with the dances thinking that she’d one day use them. though, she had found entertainment elsewhere at one point in the night but that did not last very long upon her return to the great hall. “so you’ve seen me displeased the entire night and not once did it cross your mind to pluck me out my miserable situation? where has our friendship gone, lord slowan?” feigning disappointment. “well it is a good thing we’ve chanced on each other tonight then. you very well know how entertaining and stimulating i can be.” her voice low, almost like a hum, her words only meant for his ears.
serenei curtsied and lightly grasped on the lord’s arm, letting him guide her away from the dance floor. she was happy to be away from it too. the music may have ended but the didn’t mean they part too. had slowan been some other lord, serenei would have instantly disappeared after the dancing however, for him, she would not dare ruin their amusing reunion. “i’d imagine to run into you everywhere else but a wedding. this completely out of character for you,” serenei teased as she picked off a wine goblet from a passing servant’s tray finding herself parched from the dancing earlier. “sneak away? you would have me disappear from my own cousin’s wedding? where i am literally one of her only family?” her brow perked up as she brought the goblet, acting offended at the thought when really her mind has already travelled elsewhere. “well, i could possibly be enticed,” the side of her lips tugging to form a lopsided smile. “i hear plenty of stories about the red keep. the halls, the tunnels, the secrets it keep.”
#( SR : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( serenei rogare interacts ) / *#serenei + slowan#vixtoriious
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— * gcldenflwer: BRYNDEN & BRAXTON
braxton found their conversation was not unfamiliar, having used similar words many times previously to attempt to inspire his best friends to speak to women. he imagined he’d continue having it until he could succeed in marrying lyonel and brynden. “ war? bryn, i beg of you. it is simply going over to that beautiful woman and asking her to dance.” he waves his hand in the direction that the rogare girl stood, trying to motion for bryn to go to her. “ if you wait till another time, then a lord will have already snatched her up. and who will you dance with? certainly not me.” braxton snorts at the mention of lyonel effortlessly charming women, nearly choking on his drink. “ lyonel does not charm women, bryn. he bats his gorgeous blue lannister eyes at them and they fold.” the lord goes silent for a moment, trying to decide what next he shall say to inspire the other. “ aren would agree with me that you should ask the girl to dance,” the words slip out before he may stop them, ignoring the twinge of sadness in his chest. “ i dare say he would have threatened to call you a coward.”
eye widened, panic settling at braxton’s hand motioning at the lady rogare’s direction. immediately brynden swatted his friend’s hand, pleading eyes to make him stop. he had to look around to make sure no one was watching them or was eavesdropping. “yes and that woman is the now crown princess’ sister.” hues quickly glance to where the lyseni was seated. confidence was something brynden lacked — to which he acknowledged. he let his timidness get the best of him on most occasions. frustrated, the red head lord rolled his eyes and hit his chest with the back of his hand to make him stop. “— so bold of you to assume i would dance with you too.” a deep exhale left his lips, taking a long sip from him goblet, letting the burn run down his throat. he needed it badly to get through this conversation of theirs. “well, don’t we all wish to have lyonel’s gorgeous blue eyes.” maybe they wouldn’t be having this conversation if they did. brynden did not expect the words that would come next from his friend and he will admit it did hit where it mattered. his brother would know what to do— heck, aren would not even worry about approach women. he had an undeniably attracting aura that brynden has watched work magic over the years. “you really had to bring aren into this conversation, didn’t you?” eyes glanced sadly at the lord of hornvale, resigned. he was right, aren would definitely encourage him to ask the lady. “if she rejects and i embarrass, drag me by the collar and take me out of here as soon as possible.”
#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#brynden + braxton#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#bryn vc : FOULLLLLL#now im sad
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— * gcldenflwer: AERON & MAEVE
her heart nearly stuttered as he took the tart from her hand, the way his eyes never left her once made the woman feel incredibly small in a deliciously addictive way. “ your generosity shall not be forgotten, my lord. such kindness should be rewarded truly.” maeve takes her half of the tart with a soft smile, gently taking a bite out of it and letting out the smallest noise of satisfaction. “ it is as delicious as they say,” she says, in an attempt to cover up her brief embarrassment. “ it is hard to not know of you. your reputation after the joust has only grown in size since you nearly bested the prince,” his words bring another rush of blood to her cheeks. her eyes catch on his lips for a moment, taking a half step closer. maeve hides it by reaching out to brush her thumb across his bottom lip. “ you had some stuck in your moustache, lord aeron.” her voice softer than it was previously, hand slowly moving back to her side. “ if you cannot ask me to dance, then perhaps you can accompany me on a walk outside? i have found myself suddenly in need of some fresh air.” her lips reveal a smirk, a challenge in her eyes. “ they are whispering of ladies being hurt this evening..would you be able to protect me, lord aeron?
“i agree,” however the treat was no longer the one that melted in his mouth but rather the lady standing in front of him. aeron huffed lightly as her soft thumb swiped on his bottom lip, the action taking him by surprise though nonetheless very much welcomed. his own thumb went over where maeve had brushed to make sure there wasn’t any more crumbs left; it’d be embarrassing if there were still some. he remained unfazed at maeve’s actions, eyes never left her, the smirk on his face growing. “i assumed you watched my match with the prince? now, i feel guilty and embarrassed that a lady such as yourself had to witness that gruesome fall. alas, that match was not mine to win. regardless, it was an honor to go against prince aegon.” he wanted to boast more about it but poor lord dayne could not even remember most of what transpired at his final round. “that is indeed something a lady might need protection from. i am sure you are well capable of taking care of yourself, my lady, however i would insist that i come along for . . . extra protection.” maeve’s boldness was interesting and refreshing, definitely gave aeron more reason to get to know her. “i was looking to get some air anyway. shall we?” he stepped back to give her way to take the lead. he would have offered his arm to her but he was afraid it might not look good considering they’ve only just met. aeron helped make way for maeve, shielding her from any incoming person as they made it out to the garden. “well, it’s nice to see this place not crowded for once,” he commented as the summer breeze greeted them.
#( AD : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( aeron dayne interacts ) / *#aeron + maeve#gcldenflwer
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— * gcldenflwer: SERENEI & BRAXTON
braxton grunted when she pulled away from him, annoyed slightly at the loss of the beautiful woman kissing him. he trailed after as if he was a wolf on the prowl, following a rabbit; when they reached more cover he did not hesitate to press himself against her, trapping the woman on the wall. his lips pressed to her neck as she spoke, a piece of him near wishing she wouldn’t. “ i am eager to have you entirely to myself, beloved,” he spoke, letting out a tight groan when she grabs him by the belt and pulls him closer, pressing a kiss to her lips again. “ can you blame me for wishing to whisk you away somewhere so that i may ravish you to my heart’s content?” and away from scandalous prying eyes.
soft mewls spill from her swollen pink lips as slender fingers disappear in the lord braxton’s raven tresses, twirling and tugging ever so subtly. the festivities had been a bore and so when the opportunity in the form of braxton brax presented itself, serenei did not even think twice. she angles her head as she return the kiss with equal force and passion, letting her tongue glide teasingly on his bottom lip. she could not help but smirk at her words, amused that she seemed to have that effect on him. “would no one think to seek you out, hm?” she chuckled. serenei was no fool, she knew of braxton to be a married man. the tease that she was she pushed the lord away from her for a brief moment. the amused grin on her face never faltering, chest heaving heavily from the heat they shared. “a sister perhaps?” honey coated voice taking his hand and slowly bringing it to her lips, sucking on the tip of his forefinger. “friends?” she continued but this time serenei placed his hand on her cheek and slowly guided it down her neck and stopping just on her breast. when it did, she closed her eyes and let out a small moan. he deserved a show, she thought. the next one she took her sweet time, wanting to get a reaction out of him. her hand painstakingly led his down her torso going down further to the slit of her dress, before halting just close to the area that has been craving for his touch. “a wife?”
#( serenei rogare interacts ) / *#( SR : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#serenei + braxton#gcldenflwer#tw: smut#tw: sexual content#nsfw#just pure... heathenry.....#im sorry friends
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— * dicmcnds: BRYNDEN & CERENNA
cerenna pursed her lips , thoroughly unamused . does she truly look like a little maiden in need of rescuing ? “ i’ve only had but one or two . ” a clear lie , but said with such forcefulness that she was quite sure that it will be taken as truth . still , she allowed herself to be lead to a chair , only to gesture at the young lord to take the seat adjacent — surely he would not leave her in the middle of a conversation ! “ all i’m trying to express , brynden , is that we should do better in representing the west by leading by example . ” all she had to do was raise a graceful arm to snap her fingers once at a servant , who appeared in a flash with a few goblets of honeyed wine . “ have one — will you … will you leave me to drink on my own ? ” the ends of her lips curved down , a pretty picture of a brokenhearted girl . “ if you join me , perhaps i will reward you with a secret . ”
brynden has sisters and even though cerenna was not the best during their childhood, it would be a lie to say that he did not care about her wellbeing. he trusted the lannister and her wit however it was everyone else that he did not. leaving her this way wound haunt brynden and so he did what he thought would be best and safe for her which was staying with her. “i agree,” he nodded with a smile. the young lord did not actual understand what cerenna meant by that but thought it would be foolish to argue with a drunk person. “of course not. how could i refuse a drink with you?” well, maybe one more drink would not hurt, just to keep her company. “a secret?” an eyebrow perked curiously. “only if you wish to tell me that is. i promise to keep it between us.”
#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#brynden + cerenna#dicmcnds
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— * gcldenflwer: ALYSANE & ASTER
aster lets out an undignified snort, grabbing a pitcher and pouring himself some more wine. “ there will be more tarts, alysa, daemon said earlier they would be bringing more out. you would let me starve instead?” the man pulled a face at the idea of their mothers conspiring against them to marry them off to some desperate family sniffing around at the wedding. “ when will you just tell her you have found a love match? certainly there must be some man who has captured your heart, cousin.” he took a sip of his wine. “ i imagined you have not yet told me because i would threaten the man to duel over your honor.”
“yes, as a matter of fact, i would let you starve,” alysane stuck her tongue playfully at aster. “now you owe me a plateful since you mentioned more was coming. whoever made these deserve a reward for being so delectable.” she sighed dusting the crumbs off her palms as she let out a sigh. her eyes wandered around the room, searching for her mother. alysane prayed she was not bothering some bachelor lord. “she would hound me unceasingly to squeeze the information out of me if i told her that. i am flattered, you think too highly of me alas i wound’t be in this situation if i had one. but you are correct, i wouldn’t dare tell you else you would scare them away. though i could say the same thing to you. i reckon you have some lovely lady youre hiding from me. do you, aster? i promise i won’t tell.” elbow playfully hitting his side as she leaned against their table to reach for a grape.
#( AT : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( alysane tyrell interacts ) / *#gcldenflwer#alysane + aster
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— * warsmade: ALYSANE & OLYVAR
he’s not not enjoying this … and the thought to himself makes him grin . while olyvar had not set out to deflect his cousin’s suitors , he wasn’t bothered to find that was the case . the lord saw nothing wrong with scaring away cowards who would crush his sweet cousin’s heart . ❝ you’d rather a timid lord over a courageous one ? do not let a man woo you on his looks alone , alysane , or you will find yourself disappointed . ❞ he himself could speak from experience . olyvar chuckles at her dramatics and shakes his head . ❝ he is not the one , trust me on that . you are still young , cousin , love is not to be rushed … or so i’ve heard . ❞
“look at you and your words of wisdom” she chuckled, letting out a long sigh. it was the wedding’s effect on her, she believed. that and her mother being around them. “do i have any reason to believe that these all root from experience?” alysane turning her head slightly to face her older cousin with a teasing smile. “it’s alright, you can scare them all off. i dont think i want to get married anyway. my mother is making dread it.”
#( AT : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( alysane tyrell interacts ) / *#alysane + olyvar#warsmade
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— * crownscost: BRYNDEN & ADDISYN
❝ and what if you do ? it’s easier to expect more of you lordlings to wrangle rather than less, ❞ they offered, and a part of them hoped that despite being out of his comfort zone, their brother had managed to find friends in addition to his band of lordlings. but of course, she knew king’s landing only furthered stress on reserved shoulders, her bearing social interactions with no shortage of ease, even if her attentions had mostly been focused elsewhere. the expression on bryn’s face is enough to earn a rather unladylike snort of laughter from them, shaking their head slightly. ❝ our mother is master of coin, i dare say that makes you a sought out match from anyone’s father. who else will you talk about it with ? it’s not as though i’m forcing your hand. would she be our mother if she hadn’t already ? she is working towards it, but i don’t possess her same optimism. ❞ she hummed absently, because while she possessed a great deal of faith in their mother, the same could not be said of the king, who she avoided as much as possible. ❝ it has been a long time, hasn’t it ? seems weddings always have a way of bringing us marbrands together again. if you need to sneak away, simply say the word, and i’ll ensure mother doesn’t go looking. ❞ smile softened their features slightly. ❝ chasing after jaime and acquainting myself with our royal family. prince rhaegar has been kind enough to show me around king’s landing. ❞
“you have to admit, it would be greatly very uncharacteristic if i had more friends to count than my own fingers.” in his time in king’s landing he as met a few people here and there but not enough to make an ‘army’ as his sister puts out. brynden was content with the close friends he had, what for would he need to expand his list? it was not like he was the heir to ashemark or was to hold any position that needed him to have an expansive network. “i’m sorry, wait —working towards what? your betrothal?” his brows furrowed, confused and completely ignoring the previous parts of addisyn statements. nevermind about him. marriage for him seemed far away. “is there anything i am not aware about? mother is already in motion for her plans for you thats why she’s now focusing on me now, isn’t it?” he exhaled, blinking at his older sister. it made sense why their lady mother suddenly brought the topic of marriage up with him if she already had someone planned for addisyn. “well, can you tell her to take her time so that her plans for me may be delayed? it’s not like there’s any use to rush mine. she’s already asking for grandchildren,” an exasperated groan escaped his lips, throwing his head back as the voice of their mother echoed in his head. “she told me to put myself out there so best to show her i am trying before disappearing. cover for me if do, will you? at least one of us is having a decent time here. i haven’t run into prince rhaegar since my arrival. do you think he could show me around as well?”
#( BM : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( brynden marbrand interacts ) / *#crownscost#brynden + addisyn#brynden knows nothing kefjbherf he's confused
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— * crownscost: SERENEI & GWYN
the grandeur of the whole affair was not lost on the youngest manwoody, nor were lyseni fashions and traditions that made her dornish heart sing. different, yes, but not altogether dissimilar, and gwyn found a certain enjoyment in it. that, and the obvious displeasure it brought many other westerosi as a result. wine raised to her lips, she let out a quiet hum in answer. ❝ they are not terribly common, this is the first i’ve ever seen of one as well. red priestesses call it dragonsbreath, aptly named i suppose. ❞ lips quirk in a small smile. ❝ no, my lady ? you do not think even the many deities of lys have a hand in such spectacle ? even the gods must conspire the same way mere nobles do. ❞ delicate features and violet eyes, she’d be fool not to recognize the other as family to the princess, though of what relation she couldn’t be sure. gwyn met the lady’s gaze easily, returning the smile without falter. ❝ they can be whatever sign you wish them to be, though a dragon’s wedding surely bears good omen. mystics and magic ? not likely, though i think a part of me must believe things happen because they are beyond our controls. the gods would not will that which we could not face, or overcome. ❞
“dragonsbreath,” serenei scoffed. “who would have thought.” her eyes remained back on the night sky, pondering about what goes beyond the eyes-can-see. the skies vastness held secrets unknown to man, still, serenei did not believe any higher being dwelled in them or ruled the skies. it sounded incredibly ridiculous to her. “my mother and my cousins all are devoted to their own deities however that seems to have been lost upon me. there are too many deities, i think. r’hollor, pantera, yndros, the weeping lady, and then in westeros there is the faith of the seven, old gods — the list goes on. funny, enough all claim to be the true god. in the end, men, conspire for their own glory and theirs alone. what do gods get out of it? we turn to a higher being to blame for their grievances due to the consequences of our own actions. which god to you pray to?” in the end, serenei was more her father’s daughter than her mother’s in this aspect. out of the many traits and values the gonfaloniere instilled in her, this was one that stuck the most with her. the gods — whichever one, she did not care — could strike her now for her blasphemy. “though i am sure you would much rather not listen to my disbelief. such topic is unfitting for a wedding. my apologies my lady, i do not think we have met before. then again i have not met the majority of those in attendance to my cousin’s wedding.”
#( SR : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#( serenei rogare interacts ) / *#crownscost#serenei + gwyn
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— * gcldenflwer: AERON & MAEVE
it was difficult to tell whether it was the wine or the dancing that had her feeling so flushed, lyonel had been more than generous in gifting her quite a few dances. enough that when they parted, pushing him towards his sister with a kiss on the cheek, she still felt as though she was spinning. maeve’s eyes had caught the dessert table, the last tart that sat there was calling to her, beckoning her to snatch it before another could. delicate fingers stretch to grab it, brushing against another hand. maeve is startled out of her tart induced focus, reaching out a hand to clasp onto the stranger’s arm to steady herself. “ no, my lord, i apologize. i fear my hunger bested me, i did not see you reach for it first.” the lady’s eyes drift up his frame to rest on his face, brain searching for where she recognized this man from. it clicked as he asked her name, her face flushing for an entirely different reason than before. “ i cannot take it from an injured knight, you deserve a reward for riding so gallantly, lord dayne of starfall,” a tease lies in her tone, that she knows his name while he remains curious on hers. maeve moves her hand from his arm to pluck the tart off the table, holding it out for him. “ i am maeve whent, of harrenhal. please take this, ser.”
it felt wrong to take the tart back from the lady, it went against his principle as a gentle man but if that meant for his hands to brush against hers once more then he would not be opposed to it. his eyes remained on the beauty as he slowly grabbed the tart, the side his lips to form a slight smirk. “no, i couldn’t possibly. i simply wanted to sample it, i am afraid. not one for sweets very much. how about we split it? that way we both are able to get a taste of it.” aeron suggested. he was easily able to break the soft tart in half, giving the other the bigger piece of course. even as he bit into the crumbly tart, his eyes never left her. “i am flattered that you know of me, lady maeve.” there was a nice roll off his tongue when he spoke her name. “now i feel guilty that you know of my name but i did not of yours. rest assured, i will do well to remember from now on.” he came to the table for a treat and yet he received so much more than that. “i would invite you to dance to make up for that however i am afraid i am incapacitated to do so as of the moment. perhaps next time? or if you have anything else in mind, do let me know.”
#( aeron dayne interacts ) / *#( AD : thrones event — the royal wedding ) / *#aeron + maeve#gcldenflwer#SOMEBODY COME GET HIM
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