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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

♛

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?”

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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? 

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Bir Deli Rüzgar - Uğur (Berk Cankat)

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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?

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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.”

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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.”

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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.

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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?” 

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

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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?”

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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.”

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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.”