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"pardon me, your grace.", the lady tarly spoke with a shy smile as she nodded her head. " what i meant is your beauty becomes you. by this, i've heard rumors of your beauty but it seems that the rumors fail in showing the truth behind your beauty. "

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let  me  drink  your  beauty  :  "i  can't  stop  thinking  about  you." @sunfyrdrd

"oh, I should hope not, I aim to be a very unforgettable person," Aisya jested before her face turned into an expression of slight concern. "In what way exactly do you mean, my liege?"

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a sense of nightmare that the liege wished they could wake up, yet a look of realization as he looked out into the valyrian garden. it wasn't home for him, yet the dornish had wondered exactly what was home for him. however, the one answer was who felt like home to him--was family (or rather one that they felt like had left) "if only, time can be rewind and we'd not have to endure it once again.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: addisyn & quentyn + "it's  just  a  bad  dream,  right?"

"it feels like one, doesn't it?" she confirmed rather unhappily, her gaze falling on the gardens out the window. this gathering was supposed to be something extravagant. they'd wanted that nice distraction away from dorne to put their mind at ease and distract them from the reality of her own life. instead, they couldn't stop thinking about what had happened on that balcony. "perhaps we'll wake up in the morning and be home, @sunfyrd."

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iron  lances  :  "watch  me." remarked lysara lannister nee redwyne ( @scarletblcd )

"i'm watching, my lady", the master of laws spoke in a chuckle way, the fact that he was no stranger to the lady of whisper. any conversation that detour the conversation of a tragic life cut too short. "have i offered my condolences on the passing of your loved one as well? my deepest sympathies are with your house at this time. "

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"it's certainly not, my lord.", the soft. delicate voice spoke from the huntsmen. "i wish it could compare to that of hornhill, but there's no comparison." she was no stranger to a promenade especially once it came to her feminine duties, or so her mother had grown to telling her. in fact, she wasn't lying as she look around the greenery around them.

location: the gardens participants: florian martell & open

"while it's no highgarden," florian paused only momentarily, "i must admit these gardens possess a certain charm," he concluded with a smile as he turned to look at his companion. it was a forced statement, he hated the mere thought of anything in kings landing being charming, but the gardens were nice. not to mention, he was essentially desperate for a conversation that had nothing to do with the ball.

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no stranger to death himself, the master of laws was very efficient once it came to giving justice especially in the valyrian kingdom. however, he tend to favor on just decision and rational reasoning. " of course, my lord. " the ruling lord spoke with a serious tone. trying to justify the murder of a noble house was unquestionable, it felt downright immoral. as he listened to him speak. "i understand the feeling. if there's anything i can do to assist, please don't hesitate."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒   .   ruling   lord   lancel   lannister,   master   of   coin.

❛   your  condolences  are   much   appreciated.  ❜    if   unneeded.  they'd  never  been  close,  cersei   and  he   (   but   that  need   not  be   known  ).  his   lord  father  never   had   allowed  it,   not  with   her  as  his  direct   competition.  in  truth,   he   saw   her  as  little   more  than  an   obstacle.   they  all  are.   his  aunt  in   the  captiol,  his   cousins  nearly   all  fools.   he's  not   one   himself  to  think  there   might   not  be  some  red  in   his  own  ledger  that  might  bring  suspicion  upon  him  for   this.  thus,  as  they  wander  the  gardens,  they  play  the  role  of  mourning  cousin  well.  ❛   it  is  difficult.  i   find  myself  putting  the  need  to  discover   the   identity  of   her   murderer   before   mourning  myself.  ❜

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overwhelming presence is what the northerner felt once it came to hustling points of the crowd, especially feeling a defiant soul about the loss of a great house member. although young, the princess wasn't naive but she enjoyed her solitude. tis the reason the wolf found herself observing the many weapons adorning the halls that she had wandered out into. a sense of awe filled her wild soul as she observed a certain sword as. voice spoke out. "my apologies, your highness", a small voice spoke out, "i was admiring the swords. perhaps, do you know is it made of valyrian steele?"

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        fire  burned  beneath  dragon  prince's  flesh,  memory of the last attack two years prior still vivid within his mind and now another had struck at the very heart of the dragons' pride. lady lannister a tragic addition to the crime. however, those at court were presented the facade of a tense but composed heir as he walked the halls, violet hues subtly observing all, which was how he noticed the other approaching out of the corner of his eye, turning toward them before they spoke.        ❝  is there something i can help you with, my liege?  ❞

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lys, silent sisters, house targaryen

lys  :  who  do  you  envy  ?  why  do  you  envy  them  ? 

"nobody, that is a weakly emotion. my brother, he is defined by a destiny he did not choose."

silent  sisters  :  what  type  of  person  are  you  visually  attracted  to  ?

"a charming person, perhaps someone who is strong. the ones who i have read about in fairytales."

house  targaryen  :  are  you  afraid  of  the  dragons  ?

"no, one should only fear the dragons if they do something that deserve that fate."

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lys + house stark

lys  :  who  do  you  envy  ?  why  do  you  envy  them  ? 

" i suppose i envy his grace, he is pleased to do as he wishes. "

house  stark  :  what  are  some  of  your  quirks  ?

"i bite my nails when stress and tend to practice my sword skills when bored. "

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the  song  of  the  seven  :  "i  would  do  it  all  over  again."

haunting thoughts, racing hearts, and shaky sweats on constant loop for them. endless nights of contemplating on whether or not the right decision was made, however, the horror behind it was guilty enough to break relationship. but the though of his mother and the memory of her, brought sorrows to them. "i would do it all over again, but i have questions of her intention now @ivorybled "

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the  smith , house  baratheon , the  westerlands

the  smith  :  do  you  have  any  broken  relations  you  wish  to  mend  again  ? 

" the relationship with my father. "

house  baratheon  :  what  is  someone  you  want  to  learn  ?

"to learn another language, high valyrian or summer tongue"

the  westerlands  :  what  is  something  your  heart  desires  ?

"i want to be known for something other than being a princess. instead, i want to be seen as an equal than less. "

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fallen  leaves  :  "it's  up  to  you." remarked arwyn stark ( @ofserpentss )

a perplexed look crossed her features as the princess stared down the sole reason she was alive and well. tension filled the veins of the young stark as she stared down her mother with an intense gaze. this topic had been one she had a tendency to avoid. "up to me, mother? perhaps i'm mistaken. as i've made myself clear, i wish to never be wed. "

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braavos , priests , house stark

braavos  :  what  do  you  hate  the  most  about  yourself  ?

“hate, you say? i have been told by multiple people i have a tendency to forgive others that don't deserve it. ”

priests  :  how  do  you  truly  feel  about  arranged  marriages  ? 

“ tis but a political arrangement. it can make you powerful or weak. ”

house stark : what are some of your quirks?

“i have a love of anything lace, scrunch my nose when extremely happy, and love enjoy embroidering. ”

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House Tarly of Horn Hill is a noble house of the Reach, one of the strongest sworn to House Tyrell. Horn Hill is located in the foothills of the Red Mountains. Their sigil is the striding huntsman on green. Their motto is not revealed in the books, but according to semi-canon sources it is “First in Battle”.

Marcher lords of the Dornish Marches, the Tarlys are a family old in honor with rich lands and a strong keep. They are also the keepers of a Valyrian greatsword called Heartsbane.

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“Come on, let’s be off before we see a dancing Tatty Bogle. Or a giant having a jigger in the bluebells.”

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delicacy was something the lady of horn hill was accustomed too, already aware of the an incident that occurred. enjoying the commotion of the ball was entirely exciting for her, however indulging into much dancing had caused a dizzy spell to accompany with needing air. appearing in the hallway moments before a crowd rush past her, some screaming in terrors while others mumbled about something of a body. a worry wrinkle and a soft, muffled scream tried to escape but was closed shortly. "beg your pardon, my lord. but, there as been a commotion arise. "

open  starter     /     trystane  allyrion   ( masked or unmasked ) where:   the  halls  outside  the  ballroom.   when:   after  the  events  on  the  balcony.

        the  crowds  had  finally  grown  too  much  for  the  allyrion  as  the  hour  of  the  wolf  had  drawn  near.  unnoticed,  at  least  he'd  hoped,  he'd  slipped  out  of  the  ballroom,  finding  respite  in  the  dark  and  quiet  corridors.  his  walk  was  interrupted  by  the  sound  of  footsteps  rapidly  approaching.  trystane  turned,  expecting  to  see  a  guard  but  instead  found  a  seemingly  panicked  noble.  concern  colored  his  expression.        ❝  my  liege,  is  something  amiss?  ❞