#dastan 001

[myriamas]

who: @purpleeyedwaters​ where: godsgrace, the princedom of dorne

The Consort of Dorne walked the same halls she had walked when the sound of the shehnai flutes rung through the courtyards of the family keep of Godsgrace, though this time it felt as though the family was once again in a time of transition. There had been news that Dastan had graced her with regarding his future and the happiness he had found within it, and yet, it was clear by the sound of her anklets that the woman walked with a sense of anger. Anger she attempted to keep at bay until she had spoken to the woman directly, to understand just how it was that a bastard of Driftmark had ended up within her family walls - the Allyrions of Godsgrace, so noble and dedicated to their lands. 

She walked with a sense of betrayal, as though there was a storm brewing in each of her footsteps. The bells that hung around her anklets rang not with holy charms and tunes, but almost as though it were a warning. 

Because there was; for she had looked this woman in the eye and spoken to her with nothing but kindness and respect, turning a blind eye to her presence whilst Dastan got through a period of intense mourning, for the sake of ensuring he was able to get out of those storm clouds that swirled around him. She had turned a blind eye at this woman being within her gaze so often around Godsgrace, almost as though she had seamlessly made a home of it, even finding herself sharing meals and spending time with her own Lady Mother, who continued attempting to heal her own broken heart following the death of their beloved father. 

It was moments like this where she missed him most; missed his firm hand and his firm voice of guidance, loving but clear in his expectations of what family meant and what family were expected. And what family had she found herself with, to look her in the eye as they openly deceived her, hid matters from her and smile in her face? Her very pride was in flames, and suddenly it had felt all too good to be true. Her page had gone forward to inform Selene of her intended presence within the hour, and the woman walked within the rooms of Selene with a sense of ease.

This was anything but easy. The Princess said nothing, but merely looked upon the woman through eyes lined with kohl, before flickering her gaze down to the woman’s stomach that would no doubt soon be swelling. With a bastard. For there was no way this union could end in marriage; or at least, there was no way she would ever be willing to admit and acknowledge this marriage. This child would always be her brother’s eldest bastard - and perhaps he would only have more, and more, and more. 

She said nothing. Only stood, and stared. Stared up, and stared down. 

[merryweatherrose]

setting: the fair at the school grounds, starter for @dastan-allyrion

sofina walked hand in hand with her husband, enjoying the evening to get to spend time with him. while life at home was more than she could dream of, hasaryn took much of her time and attention. despite the desire to have this time with dastan all to herself, she missed their son dearly, often requesting photos and facetiming him to fill the void.

the air smelled of popcorn and sweet funnel cakes and she took a deep inhale of it all. "we'll have to find one of these when hasa is older, he would love it." right now, he would probably be ready to go to bed, too young to remember, or really enjoy anything it had to offer. sofina stopped suddenly at a game she noticed - ring toss. there were various prizes to choose from. "let's do that!" she insisted, tugging dastan in the direction of the game. "you go first, i think i'd be terrible at it."

[armaans]

who: @dastan-allyrion​ where: godsgrace, dorne, during the time skip

His leave from Sunspear had only been for a short period, returning to the fortress of Yronwood for the sake of overseeing the defences against the marches and those wild, winged stags. Lord Armaan Yronwood seemed to be unable  to refrain from visiting the past, regardless of how hard he tried to put it behind him and ensure his present and his future was all he could ever want; that symbol the Lord Commander had uttered to him was enough to make him think back on his brotherly bond with the Blackmont brothers. How he wished he could have reached a hand out, and been able to save them from themselves; for he knew this to be the final stance, the final link that would not save them from a Martell execution.

The idea of what would befall those he called brothers for the majority of his life was a thought that made him feel as though he had pulled inside out; he was only human, who was unable to shake the years of kinship and acceptance they had showed him. In all his years, he never once thought he would ever sit upon a small council that would only further condemn them; in his entire truth, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do so, or whether he would be able to look at himself the same knowing he had allowed them to be bitten by the serpent. Would he be able to, when the time came? “You have my gratitude for allowing me to resupply my entourage, Lord Allyrion.” Armaan commented, his tone blunt whilst walking side by side with the new heir of Godsgrace through the cast iron gates into the fortress of Godsgrace, the distant view being a convergence of the mighty rivers of Dorne. 

Armaan had never shared a close friendship with the new heir to Godsgrace, considering he were far closer to the Blackmont brothers and Dastan to the future Prince of Dorne himself; though the pair had found themselves in similar situations as of yet. Both had duties to fulfil, of seeking out just who it was that had attempted to frame them for treason, earning them both a close call with the angel of death. As well as that, they needed to call action regarding the Vulture King’s bandits upon the Stormlands border, or at least in the Bloodroyal’s view, appear as though he were calling for action ... for the sake of peace. Any weakening of the Stormlands was beneficial for their own border, gaining access to more fertile lands. “Do you not intend on returning to Sunspear?” 

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003. — Rait Zara Si — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.] ✯

004. — Main Hoon Gumsum — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.] ✯☹︎

005. — Chandani Se Noor Ke — [Ram’s mind is foggy and filled with his desires for the woman.] ❁ ✯

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001. — Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh — [Ram never imagined he would help a bride escape from her wedding and then marry her.] ✯✍︎︎

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001. — Main Tenu Samjhawan Ki — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫.] ✯☹︎✍︎︎

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[myriamas]

who: @emalineblooms​ where: oldtown, the hightower-lefford wedding

the night, as beautiful as it was, had become a haze somewhere along the line, though she did not entirely believe herself able to pinpoint where exactly. at one point she had been drinking various wines, both dornish and reach alongside her brother, the master of laws, though he had soon left with that strange, purple eyed woman of dark tresses; leaving her momentarily feeling entirely out of place. it were not common for the woman to feel as though she had little to say, or little to do, and thus took a moment to decide she needed some clear air. 

ignoring the creeping feeling of loneliness, knowing that if matters were all well within her marriage and within her home, her husband and their lover would be accompanying her during this trip; and it would feel much less like an obligation, and more a celebration, an opportunity for family to spend some time with one another. the sounds of her anklets jingled as she picked up her heavy, velvet skirts worked with intricate designs; though she appeared very different to the other ladies attire wise, she felt no need to attempt to fit in - gods knew, as awful as she felt about herself, her attire at least looked impeccable.

stepping onto the balcony, towering high above the sprawling city of oldtown, higher than she believed she would ever tower, myriam leaned over the balcony edge, peering down upon those some levels below her within an array of gardens. how the reach seemed to love their gardens, as though it made up for how empty and cunning their homes truly were. there, a lonesome figure sat upon a marble bench drew the attention of her kohl lined almond orbs, a slight eyebrow raising - how unsocial one had to be, to sit within the gardens completely alone. 

“cannot bare to watch a lover marry another?” myriam asked, her tone implying she were obviously tipsy if not for the goblet in her hand, an amused smile crossing over her bronzed features. “tell me, was it the bride or the groom? i will say, this entire scene has an air of tragedy about it, honey. why not come inside?”