Edric can't help but allow a semi-sorrowful smile to cross his features; "my uncle was good to me," Edric replies after a moment: Renly had been a handful of years his senior, but he had been the closest of his blood kin to him; he hardly remembered Stannis back then, and his father had been an idolised image of a stranger. "I wish I had the chance to see him again, before he died," Edric doesn't even know where his uncle's remains are. "Renly once said that without a beard I favoured him, with one I favoured my father, and when I grew stern ... I resembled Stannis." There's a momentary pinch in his otherwise placid, pleasant features ... that fire-worshipping heretic is no kin of mine, he seethes internally. The Reach had been a strange journey to take, but his mother had been born in Brightwater Keep, a daughter of House Florent ... and, where else had he to go? By rights, he's sure he shouldn't have been alive. Though — neither should she. "I admit, I didn't expect to find– what I mean is... I saw the smoke in the skies, and heard what happened... I saw people grieving. And – I am sorry for your losses, m'lady."
Sanctuary. That is what he desires, but sancutary and anonymity no longer exist in harmony in Westeros ... "I did hope for that," Edric admits; how long has he been clinging to the idea of being able to lay his head down and not be on constant edge of being discovered, to sleep without the knowledge of having to wake up and run again? Likely since his cousin Andrew had set him adrift in a boat, forewarned by Ser Davos to hide himself away from the Red Woman. "Ser Cortnay," Renly's castellan and guardian (and Edric's too ... until his death defending Edric against Stannis' seige) — "taught me letters, though he said I was never his greatest student ... I shall try. Thank you, sincerely ... whatever help I can give, I will."
As Margaery settles herself and continues, Edric's muscles involuntarily tighten as she queries what his plans are. Allegiances, alliances, the war will never stop; he knows this though it does little to ease his disposition. Edric doesn't have any plans; only scattered motivations and survival instincts. "My only plans since I put my back to Dragonstone have been to avoid the fire. The people who have done me harm are those who ride under Stannis' banner of the flaming-hearted stag, and — to speak plainly — I would sooner leave these lands than risk having the Red Woman's words slither into my ear." Nor risk her hands upon him, nor have his blood spilled and fed to the unholy fires. He fidgets as he stands, his gaze caught by the flicker of an open candle flame: empty and endless ... like the Red Woman's eyes as she leeched him. "Those who pledge themselves to her god cannot be trusted, she cannot be trusted. The Red Woman will feed everything, and everyone, to the fire to chase the power she prophesied. I've seen it."
"You look like Renly. Just a bit. Right on the nose." That was a good thing. Edric Storm, they tell her, bastard of Robert Baratheon, but he doesn't look like the other she knew of. Gendry looked like Robert, but it seems Edric had inherited more delicate features but it was hard to ignore the blue eyes and hair. Baratheon genes always seem to stand out. "If sanctuary is what you seek, you may find it here in Highgarden. I too I am in hiding. The world thinks me dead." Among with her family. But she is planning already. She wonders if he would join the fight too or he would prefer to remain in hiding, for she has plans, and they involve going North.
"My brother has prepared you a room and if anyone asks, you are his new secretary. As you know, Willas' mobility is not that good, and it would raise no eyebrows." Margaery speaks in turn. The former queen plains her skirt and sits, eyes on the man before her. "But I do need to know your plans." A short pause before she continues, her hands toying with the ring on her finger, a rose, burnt by the wildfire, all that remain of most of her family.
"Because I have plans that require discretion and joining forces with people who hold territories around the Westerlands and King's Landing. And some of those people are in alliance with some that had cause you harm I believe." Those red priestess, she had never seen one but the Reach had their own little witch in the Webber family and she knows their magic and shadows are nothing cheap or tricks. @sigilsongs ft. edric.
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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠.
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary.
please specify muse when sending to a mumu.
❝ I suppose you're wondering why anyone my age would request an audience with the authors of children's stories. ❞
❝ Forgive me, Your Majesty. Might I enquire about the painting? ❞
❝ Perhaps you will allow me to set the record straight? ❞
❝ What is that phrase you use? Oh, yes. Once upon a time... ❞
❝ Just be the little angel I know is in there somewhere. ❞
❝ We've been two peas in a pod, you and I, for a long time. I suppose this will take some getting used to. ❞
❝ Then go... the sooner you leave, the sooner we can celebrate your return. ❞
❝ A sapling cannot grow in the shadow of a mighty oak. ❞
❝ If I can't sleep, neither shall he. ❞
❝ Thief! This will teach you to steal my father's horse! ❞
❝ I wish for nothing more than to be free of my gilded cage. ❞
❝ [Name], dear. Do not speak unless you can improve the silence. ❞
❝ Darling, nothing is final until you're dead... and even then I'm sure God negotiates. ❞
❝ This is our home, and I will not see it fall apart. ❞
❝ I fell off the ladder in the orchard, but I am better now. ❞
❝ Why don't you sleep with the pigs, [Name] ...if you insist on smelling like one? ❞
❝ Have you lost your marbles? Do you know what the punishment is for servants who dress above their station? ❞
❝ Unbelievable. She ignores the manor, blames us for her debt and still pretends to have money to burn. ❞
❝ Yards of fabric and I still feel naked. ❞
❝ What a lovely surprise. To what do we owe this great honour? ❞
❝ He is not property at all, you ill-mannered tub of guts. Do you think it right to chain people like chattel? ❞
❝ A servant is not a thief, Your Highness, and those who are cannot help themselves. ❞
❝ If you suffer your people to be ill-educated and their manners corrupted from infancy, then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, Sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them? ❞
❝ Are you coy on purpose... or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name? ❞
❝ A country's character is defined by its everyday rustics, as you call them. ❞
❝ Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you even glance at the others? ❞
❝ Do not mock me, boy, for I am in a foul disposition. ❞
❝ Sweetheart... you were born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations. ❞
❝ It's deceitfulness and I will not have it in this house! ❞
❝ If love is what you seek, I suggest you find it before then. ❞
❝ Then I suppose the penalty for being wealthy is having to live with the rich. ❞
❝ Do you really think there is only one perfect mate? ❞
❝ How can you be certain to find them? And if you find them, are they really the one for you, or do you only think they are? ❞
❝ And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be? ❞
❝ You cannot leave everything to fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand. ❞
❝ You own all the land there is, yet you take no pride in working it. Is that not also a contradiction? ❞
❝ You have everything and still the world holds no joy, and yet you make fun of those who would see it for its possibilities. ❞
❝ It's a pity you never knew your mother. There must be a little bit of her in you somewhere. ❞
❝ Well, we must never feel sorry for ourselves, must we? No matter how bad things get, they can always get worse. ❞
❝ You have so much of your father in you... sometimes I can almost see him looking out through your eyes. ❞
❝ My faith is better served away from the rabid crowd. ❞
❝ They have an astonishing library. Since you are so fond of reading, I thought you might join me? ❞
❝ I could no sooner choose a favourite star in the heavens. ❞
❝ When I was young, my father would stay up late and read to me. I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice. ❞
❝ I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world. ❞
❝ You have more conviction in one memory than I have in my entire being. ❞
❝ Honestly, Your Highness. Where is your sense of adventure? ❞
❝ Don't be daft, [Name]. The Queen doesn't know you exist. ❞
❝ I couldn't very well climb up here in that gown, could I? ❞
❝ You swim alone, climb rocks, rescue servants. Is there anything you don't do? ❞
❝ I insist you return my things at once. And since you deprive me of my escort, I demand a horse as well. ❞
❝ A servant, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They're defined by their status as you are, yet it is not who they are. ❞
❝ I am sorry. My mouth has run away with me again. ❞
❝ Do you honestly think these games and intrigues are going to win you a crown? To hunt royalty like some sport, it's disgusting! ❞
❝ Get away from me or so help me, God... ❞
❝ I don't know what's come over me. ❞
❝ She should not have said that about your mother. ❞
❝ Oh, how wonderful! I was beginning to think she was a ghost. ❞
❝ Good heavens, child. Are you all right? ❞
❝ I feel as if my skin is the only thing keeping me from going everywhere at once. ❞
❝ Oh, here. Your book, you left it in the carriage yesterday. ❞
❝ I cannot stay long, but I had to see you. There is much to say. ❞
❝ I have not slept for fear I would wake to find all this a dream. ❞
❝ I used to think, if I cared at all, I would have to care about everything... and I'd go stark raving mad. ❞
❝ What bothers you more; that I am common, or that I am competition? ❞
❝ I would rather die a thousand deaths. ❞
❝ I would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow! ❞
❝ Open this door and you'll wish you never set foot here. ❞
❝ Impossible! There has to be some mistake. ❞
❝ It is a strong woman who can keep her wits about her with you trying to steal her heart. ❞
❝ For once in your life, man, be bold! ❞
❝ And I am the bastard son of a peasant. What does that matter? ❞
❝ He deserves to hear the truth from the one he loves. ❞
❝ A bird may love a fish, signore, but where would they live? ❞
❝ Perhaps it was unfair of me to put so much pressure on you about the marriage contract. ❞
❝ There is something I must tell you now, before another word is spoken. ❞
❝ I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. ❞
❝ She's a grasping, devious little pretender and it is my duty to expose her as the covetous hoax she is. ❞
❝ First, you're engaged... and now you're a servant? ❞
❝ And you... are just like them. ❞
❝ She came to tell you the truth and you fed her to the wolves. ❞
❝ I know that a life without love is no life at all. ❞
❝ What makes you think I do any of this for you? ❞
❝ Don't you understand? You've won! ❞
❝ Was there a time, even in its smallest measurement, that you loved me at all? ❞
❝ Thank you, Monsieur. This means the world to us. ❞
❝ She has been sold, Sire. ❞
❝ How can anyone love a pebble in their shoe? ❞
❝ Tell no-one we have spoken... for all shall reveal itself in due course. ❞
❝ I belong to no-one.. least of all you. ❞
❝ You cannot hang me if you are dead. ❞
❝ My father was an expert swordsman, Monsieur. He taught me well. ❞
❝ I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose. ❞
❝ I came to beg your forgiveness. I offered you the world, and at the first test of honour I betrayed you. ❞
❝ I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life. ❞
❝ Choose your words wisely, madame, for they may be your last. ❞
❝ She has lied to us both and I am ashamed to call her family. ❞
❝ How dare you speak that way! I am of noble blood. ❞
❝ You, sir, are supposed to be charming. ❞
❝ And we, Princess, are supposed to live happily ever after. ❞
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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ... ALL ASOIAF VERSES + verse tags
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢, 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈.
Perianne – Pretty Peri – is at court as a companion of Princess Saera Targaryen, under she is almost always seen with the princess and their other companions; Alys, Jonah, Stinger, and Red Roy. Shortly after Perianne became the companion of the princess, her elder sister was attacked by drunken knights whilst House Moore attended a tourney in Kings Landing. Though she survived, the eldest daughter of House Moore would take her life some two months later after returning to Bronze Rock. Whilst the King, spurred on by the princess's insistence, had the men gelded and to The Wall, Perianne never quite felt whole again. She grew distant from her younger siblings, and never again visited her home in Bronze Rock after her sisters remains were interred in their family catacombs. Queen Alysanne is said to consider Peri a vain, empty-headed fool, but beneath her exterior is a vast well of emotions, mostly the grief and trauma surrounding her sisters attack and subsequent suicide, that she isn't able to process. Additionally ... Peri is becoming more, and more aware that she has no desire for a husband, and she has dreams of taking a wife one day instead, despite enjoying the physical company of men; and despite knowing that she'll now be expected to marry as the eldest living child of House Moore.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐮, 𝐈.
From infancy she was raised to be a beautiful, covetable prize, and instilled with all the abilities, traits, education of the milieu. First was the harp and poetry, then Peri turned those poetic words into songs and began to sing ... soon she learned to paint, and embroider, and dance. Though House Moore has always been understated in their refined affect, mineral wealth, and artistic creations, Perianne's father, a respected knight called the Bronze Spearman, had his ideals set quite high for his secondborn daughter. His firstborn, Ziah, was already wed by designation of a prearranged betrothal, and so Perianne was the daughter he would send to court. Peri enjoyed the attention her looks garnered her, flourishing as a flower would under attentive touch. The expectations her father laid on her began to build up as she floated through the royal court, at balls and feasts, as the perfect, pretty Brozen Maiden of House Moore. Everything began to crumble internally when her elder sister was attacked by drunken men with a grudge against her lord husband, and subsequently took her own life out of shame and grief. Her elder sister, Ziah, had been her closest confidant in life ... and the only person Perianne had dared confide in about how she wished she could wed a woman, and not a man. This AU Verse is applicable to all other ASOIAF timelines.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐮, 𝐈.
Her mother, the God-Empress of Leng, bore several children by her two husbands; with Peri being her third daughter, and the third-born of nine siblings in total. The third through ninth-born children were ascribed a precious stone as their own upon their birth, with the firstborn named for the Moon, and the secondborn ascribed the favoured stone of the God-Empress; Perianne is their Pearl Child. She is said to be the image of the revered Khiara the Great, described as a proud, vain, and intense-eyed beauty ... the fairest face in all of Leng. Peri is one of the elder siblings, referred to as the upper-rank heirs, but carries less responsibilities on herself as the third-born ... it is expected that the Pearl daughter will secure a small legion of suitors, and perhaps maintain a somewhat-polyandrist lifestyle like that of the God-Empresses — though only the God-Empress has the right to marry more than one spouse, her daughters may choose to keep several partners openly.
Perianne's her eldest sisters, the Moon and Sapphire Children, serve as her mother's heiress, and the commander of her private royal guard respectively. Her younger brother, the Jade Child, is a gifted mind; designing and advancing the engineering skills of the Lengii's architects, and senior advisor to their fathers. The Tourmaline Child, the middle-born daughter, and mediator between the upper and lower-rank heirs, is the holy oracle of leng. On a ship gifted to her by her mother, a carrack dubbed The Pearl of Leng, Peri chose to venture to Essos on her eighteenth birthday ... intrigued by their strange ways and the lure of foreign experiences. Additionally, as a lover of all things beautiful, she hopes to collect fine wears, purchase treasures, and other tokens to mark the chapters and locations of her travel. This AU Verse is applicable to all other ASOIAF timelines.
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