#i. trystane allyrion — event ; bound for eternity.

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with  wyllas  caron  &  aurore caron    /    @gcldenflwer & @aurorecaron​ where:   the great hall. when:   midway through the evening celebration.

        watching  one  piece  of  his  heart bind herself to another for all her days gave the lord of godsgrace very little reason to smile, but he’d maintain a neutral expression, a fragile one, and thankfully he was known for his quietness in recent years so no one looked twice while he remained on the sidelines for most of the night, watching the dancing rather than partaking. until a welcomed face caught his eye amongst the crowd. it was as if the gods themselves were reminding him that while his heart had lost one it had reunited with another, one trystane had only thought he would ever embrace again in his memories. their moments shared since their kiss rushed to the forefront of him mind, awaking not only a smile but a sense of boldness within the allyrion that he’d thought lost to his youth.

        he strode through the crowd with eyes locked on wyllas. his heart pounded in his chest, still possessing a reluctance to draw too much attention to himself, but bravery - love even - kept him moving until he stood before the other man. only then did he realize that lady aurore stood beside him. quickly, he nodded his head in greeting to her.        ❝  lady aurore. you look lovely this evening. i’m surprised lady ravenna could bear leaving you alone.  ❞        as quickly as he looked at her, he looked away. warmth and affection swam in dark hues as he looked upon wyllas. there was never a moment where trystane didn’t think he looked handsome, but tonight, seeing him dressed in his finest attire, he looked more god than man. his heart stuttered.        ❝  wyllas.  ❞        fondness bled into his words. ignoring any hesitation, he reached out and grasped the other’s hand, raising it so he could place a kiss on the caron’s knuckles.        ❝  would you do me the honor of joining me for this dance?  ❞

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with  nymeria  allyrion    /    @glvrious​ where:   an empty hallway away from the celebration. when:   later in the evening.

       hurt  and  embarrassment  dragged  him  down into the depths of despondency, brightened only by flickers of anger, even betrayal, that grew the longer he sat in silence. trystane knew he must eventually return to the celebration unless the rumors grew worse, ruining his reputation even more, but he couldn’t yet face the judging looks. his stepmother must be laughing in her grave; she’d always whispered to any who would listen how unfit he was as a ruler. the sound of footsteps made him curse under his breath. eyes narrowed when he turned and saw her.        ❝  i’m not in the mood, nymeria.  ❞        he snapped, too wounded to maintain the distant but otherwise courteous demeanor normally extended to his sister.

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with  dyana  harlaw    /    @godspecd​ where:   corner of the great hall. when:   after the wyllas and aurore thread.

      his  stomach  dropped  when  he  saw her approaching. his gaze dropped immediately. the prospect of seeing anger, or worse hatred, in his dearest friend’s eyes far too much for him to bear when he was held together only by the thinnest string. he wouldn’t even have returned to the great hall had he had the choice, but he was still the lord of godsgrace and needed to preserve whatever shreds of his reputation remained. with eyes trained on his boots, he waited until he heard her stop in front of him and then before she could yell, he blurted,        ❝  i didn’t know.  ❞        pathetic. unbelievable. he wouldn’t believe it if he were her, and yet it was true.        ❝  dyana, i swear. he didn’t... he didn’t tell me.  ❞       saying the truth aloud made his voice crack.

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with  cerenna  lannister    /    @dicmcnds​ where:   the great hall when:   after his conversations with nymeria and tommen.

        it  took  all  his  strength  not  to cower like a kicked dog under the weight of sharp eyes following him as he moved through the room. he had rebuilt himself before; he could do it once more - or so he hoped. his sister’s and also his friend’s words rang in his ear, giving him a temporary rush of confidence that allowed him to approach the lady, one he viewed as a possible ally given his friendship with her brother. hopefully he wasn’t mistaken for he doubted he could handle another public embarrassment.        ❝  lady cerenna.  ❞        he bowed.        ❝  if your dance card is not already full, would you do me the honor of joining me for this dance?  ❞

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with  shaera  rogare    /    @shesiren​ where:   the great hall. when:   early in the evening, near the beginning of the celebration

        the  gods  had  no  fondness  for him. for while he, their faithful servant, had stood silent within in their temple as the maiden who’d once held his entire heart was cloaked not in allyrion colors but by the dragon’s claws, they couldn’t grant him his wish for a quiet passing of the hours until an acceptable one arrived and permitted his departure. no, the gods laughed. she walked his way. a hand was wrapped around his throat. foolish man who’d hoped, despite the sting of refusal, that she might still change her mind, showing up at his door with no thoughts save for him, intentions set only on the escape he’d promised. for while another tugged at his heart now, a part of it orbited still around her sun. but his door had stood untouched, and now hers was locked.            ❝  sh- your highness.  ❞        he made himself bow, his heart cracking more as he pretended that she was nothing more than a princess, that they were nothing.        ❝  my congratulations.  ❞