#* 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 ﹠ event three.
status : open .
setting : the edges of the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
daemon maneuvered about the room with a familiar ease, and not for the first time that evening does the déjà vu hit him, the situation and the celebrations, memories of a wedding he’d held with fondness. but the more time he’s spent with shaera in recent days, a part of him felt hopeful that perhaps they might find that same sort of happiness he’d once held with laena. he wished for it, at least, that maybe the gods would offer him this kindness after all they have already put him through, though he knew wanting for such things was unlikely to get him far. daemon accepted each congratulations ( and calculating side - eye ) with a warm smile and the grace of any crown prince, kind thanks offered in return as was expected of him. head inclines just slightly towards the person nearest him, hands clasped loosely behind his back as gaze shifts towards bride across the room. ❝ i do hope you’re enjoying yourself. have you had the opportunity to taste the tarts, yet ? i’m hoping there’ll still be some left for later. ❞
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status : open .
setting : balcony observing the bleeding star .
when : the evening of the wedding .
while the red glow cast upon the keep seemed to give the festivities an otherworldly appearance, it was nothing compared to the glimpses one could catch of the comet outside. the evening so far had been spent indulging in wine and easy conversation, feeling less out of place in dornish fashions alongside familiar company and hints of lys that filled the room. still, though, the evening air is a welcome reprieve from the warmth of pressing bodies, and as much as she enjoyed listening in on the whispers of passing servants, even gwyn found them too repetitive this early into the evening. staring towards the comet in the sky, the young manwoody raised fine glass of dornish red to her lips and offered her next words to nearby company. ❝ do you think the comet and the evening’s theme are coincidence ? they say a red comet is a sign of things to come. good ones, i shall hope, for the prince and princess. ❞
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status : closed for zehra stark ↝ @glvrious .
setting : stark chambers before the rites .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ hold still, little wolf, ❞ elder stark chides gently, fingers diligent in their ministrations through dark curls. it is a habit long shared between the two sisters, though often for festivities far less formal than this. dilara couldn’t remember a moment in which it wasn’t instinct for her to settle in zehra’s chambers, or for her to make herself comfortable in her own, moments meant just for the two of them that they could steal away as they please. but she knows their opportunities to keep doing things like this, enjoy each other’s company uninhibited, grow fewer and farther between as the days go on. before too long, dilara would be a lion bride in casterly rock, and zehra may still marry some great distance away, but they'd not have rooms just down the hall from each other again. ❝ i fear the next time i may be able to do this again will be for a wedding of your own. ❞
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status : closed for nyles rowan ↝ @scndrenched .
setting : along the sidelines .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ tell me, lord rowan, ❞ she hummed, content to settle away from the throng of bodies, though that seemed to be the case in many large celebration settings. dilara had half a mind to assume it was the northerner in her that enjoyed more intimate gatherings, or the part that did not tend to enjoy fighting to make herself heard. but the festivities of king’s landing were fine enough, and she was trying to commit each detail of the great hall to memory in the hopes she might recreate the beauty of the red glow later. dilara was fairly certain that, try as she might, she may never match the same red of the comet in the sky beyond. ❝ if this moment was a painting, what would you call it ? it feels like it must be titled something extravagant or simple, nothing in between. ❞
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status : closed for aerea targaryen ↝ @perfervvidus .
setting : the dance floor .
when : the evening of the wedding .
there is something warm, if not a bit mischievous, in his gaze as calculated steps carrying him towards aerea’s familiar figure. kindred spirits, two sides of the same coin, he couldn’t imagine any of his siblings that quite understood it the way that she did. her marriage to matteno was different to that of his and laena’s, but a dead spouse was a dead spouse, and perhaps one day, she would marry again and daemon wouldn’t have to cross the narrow sea just to see her. ❝ would her highness be so kind as to spare a dance for her dear brother ? ❞ he hummed, hand extended as he offered his sister a bright smile. usual sense of adventure is dulled between the two if only for propriety’s sake, but perhaps when the celebrations came to an end, things would feel easy once more. ❝ i believe we’ve established quite a tradition at weddings, have we not ? ❞
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status : closed for alerie tyrell ↝ @glvrious .
setting : the refreshments table .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ you’d tell me if any of the lords are making it hard to enjoy yourself, wouldn’t you ? ❞ daemon asked, because though celebrated groom, he couldn’t help but look out for them the same way he would any of his siblings. still, there’s a twinkle of amusement in his gaze as he passes them a goblet of wine, smiling into it as he took a long sip. ❝ artur especially. if he steps on your toes at all, i assure you i’m not afraid to muss up that pretty blonde hair of his in payback. ❞ though daemon doubted that’d be necessary at all, considering what fleeting glimpses he’s managed to catch of the two throughout the evening. and above all, he wanted them both to have happiness, more than well - deserved after everything they’d been through. still, words remain a gentle tease as he offered her a wink. ❝ and if he is any more a pain than that, i’m sure valyris would be happy to scare him into shape. ❞
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status : closed for zehra stark ↝ @glvrious .
setting : the edge of the gardens .
when : the evening of the wedding .
the stark lady stirred a familiar warmth inside gwyn, intrigued by northern charm and sharp wit, but she held no concern for the wolf’s bite. in fact, she remembered a distinct fondness that came from holding zehra’s body close, the softness of her lips and the hours of conversation that followed. perhaps it’s why she wastes no time in seeking the other out, smile settling easily on her lips as same appreciating gaze sweeps over zehra’s figure. ❝ blue truly is your color, isn’t it ? i’m surprised i’m not having to fight every lady of court for your attention, this evening. ❞ their loss, of course, for she knew the other to be enjoyable company, and she relished in the ability of having someone so easy to talk to at her side, next words an easy tease. ❝ i don’t think i know many that can pull of such fine gowns as easily as they do their training attire. ❞
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status : closed for cassian lannister ↝ @stcrfrost .
setting : the dance floor .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ didn’t i tell you marriage wasn’t all bad ? ❞ dilara questioned, amusement sparking in her eyes as they moved in confident steps to the music surrounding them. she knew the arrangement they spoke of was still fresh on both their mind, but there is a small part of the stark lady pleased that cassian had been willing to dance with her at all. it was a step up from throwing their betrothal in genna’s face, in her opinion, and perhaps she could coax more willingness from him by showing she’d been genuine in her offer for freedom, so long as he did not publicly declare mistresses or make her a fool. what did it matter to her who he filled the rest of his time with ? ❝ an assortment of wine, more food than could feed all of westeros, and an opportunity to show off your wealth to the entire kingdom ? and you’re guaranteed a dress you can get me out of, ❞ though she was fairly certain he’d never have much issue with that.
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status : closed for rhaegar targaryen ↝ @glvrious .
setting : somewhere along the sidelines .
when : the evening of the wedding .
fingers tap along the side of his wine goblet in time to the time of the music that wraps around them all, as comforting an embrace as any, daemon supposed. his time on the sidelines has been limited at best, a prince with expectation to be fully present among his people, to show his gratitude for their attendance ( as if his father would allow otherwise ) and enjoy the wedding festivities to their fullest. but even he is due for some small reprieve, and he finds it soon enough in familiar redhead of his youngest brother, placing a gentle hand to rhaegar’s shoulder as he offered him a slight smile. ❝ now that i’ve been married twice, i can feel pretty confident in telling you that if you’re waiting for the right moment, it simply may never come. ❞ words are offered quietly, meant only for his brother’s ears, and he gazes on the younger targaryen with a far too knowing look, especially recounting their conversation on the training grounds. ❝ tonight you should be enjoying yourself more than any other. ❞
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status : closed for aegon targaryen ↝ @crvwnfought .
setting : corner of the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
the night is young, full of nobles indulging in the endless wines and treats provided by king and magister, and there is a certain lightness in their chest as they take it all in. it is certainly a grand affair to be celebrated, though they supposed any royal union would be, and they’d be lying if their thoughts hadn’t drifted towards themself and rhaegar during the rites. it feels a foolish wish know what she does, having seen the matches the king prefers for his children, but even that knowledge hardly sours her mood. despite being more than content to maneuver through the crowds, even addisyn needs a breather, aiming for a quiet corner of the room. the body she collides with, on the other hand, seems to halt those plans, especially when she recognizes the prince in front of her. as if she’d forget seeing him over rhaegar’s shoulder in the library. ❝ your highness, i — ❞ gods, they cursed the creeping blush at the memory, words sheepish knowing they’d been keenly avoiding aegon this entire time, and prayed the red glow from the comet hid it well. ❝ my apologies. suppose i was bound to run into someone eventually, no ? ❞
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status : closed for shaera rogare targaryen ↝ @shesiren .
setting : the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
whatever reservations he had about their marriage, they had nothing to do with shaera herself, heart still heavy from the loss of a wife he never felt satisfied with the answers of. the love he held for laena couldn’t be pushed aside, nor could it be so easily forgotten, but he held no ill feelings for the woman he now called wife, and from now on he’d be the voice against those that did. two goblets of wine cradled expertly in one hand as he maneuvered through the throng of bodies, the other extended towards the small of her back in lieu of announcing his arrival. ❝ for you, ❞ he offers quietly, smile at the corner of his lips as it always was. next words hardly falter in their charm, though less of a show when offered just low enough for her ears. ❝ i’m not sure if it’s been said yet, and i’m sure my sister will gush about it aplenty, but you make a radiant princess. ❞
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status : closed for vasila targaryen ↝ @trgryns .
setting : the edge of the dance floor .
when : the evening of the wedding .
his wedding though it was, that hardly stopped daemon from watching after his sibling’s scattered forms, engaged in conversations and dances and conversing amidst the other nobles. he watched them all fondly, as he always did, their freedoms and happiness always highest of his priorities. what was the sacrifice of his own, if the king did not breathe down their neck and insist upon making them live their lives a certain way — more than he already did ? catching sight of vasila, there’s a small smile on his lips as steps begin carrying him towards them. only a year between them, and yet they would always been his younger sister, sharp tongue and fire in their heart, oh how he loved them so. ❝ you know, sister, if this is how you shine at my wedding, you will certainly put the gods to shame when it comes time for you to marry, yourself. perhaps you may allow me a dance, fair dragon ? lest dear sister burns me for neglect, ❞ daemon offered with a gentle tease, eyes alight with warmth.
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status : closed for hyacinth florent ↝ @trgryns .
setting : a table in the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ here, ❞ they started, placing a plate laden with sweets in front of the young reach woman, a certain protective sisterly instinct for someone not far off from lessa’s age. hyacinth seemed a sweet girl and the fact of the matter was, addisyn had always had a soft spot for sweet things. ❝ i’m pretty sure i managed to grab us both one of every dessert i could find, ❞ and there’s an easy smile on her lips as she says it, smoothing out her skirts before poking around a couple of the treats. all colorful, and all dangerously delightful, if the murmured reviews she’d heard in passing were anything to go by. ❝ it seemed the only sound way to me to determine what the best of the evening was, what do you think ? at least if our bellies ache, we’ll have enjoyed ourselves first. ❞
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