𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝑓𝑎𝑤𝑧𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒉
the brown - green accents are different from her warmer coloring, but begrudgingly or not, the lord commander of the sand snakes has don her fit for the targaryen’s ball: the bodice of her gown is an imitation of leaves, fabric starched and dyed to mimic the hearty woodlands she has not seen many times over her years; with a bit of volume to the hips, the gown falls flatter on the bottom, dark green silks giving way to a parting in between that displays a darker shade of pants, in the same fabric, giving her more freedom of movement without too much concern for modesty. though her arms are bare, from her elbow to the tip of her fingers there has been a mixture of paints and transparent gloves, bits of greenery glued to the second - skin giving the appearance that she’s growing moss on her own flesh. her mask is of bark, a few compliments here and there; her hair has been tied, barely, in a braid, and upon the curls there are several wisps of florets — dandelions, baby breaths and the like, carefully tucked by her sister, whom had been oh so much more excited than herself by the prospect of such foreign extravagance.
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the liege of ashemark is dressed as the seashell . a water based theme so out of place for someone whose house is ingrained in flames . their outfit is a corseted dress , the bodice adorned in seashells , much like her mask and the crown upon their head . on their neck is a monster of a jewelry piece , a heart shaped sapphire on a string of diamonds it's the heart of the ocean okay . their gift from the king .
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open starter / stefan baratheon.
status: open for responses !
where: the dessert table.
when: the evening of the wedding.
the sooner this damn celebration was over the better. then they could all leave this city, something he’d wanted since the very day he’d first set foot inside its walls and the feeling had only increased given recent events he wished he could forget, and it also meant an end to empty small talk and stuffy nobles. he would have remained on the outskirts of the room had his sweet tooth not caught sight of the decadent treats on one of the tables. the one currently in his hand might be his fifth and likely not his last. ❝ the cakes and tarts are the one saving grace of this affair. ❞ other than his betrothed, but stefan couldn’t cling to her like a shadow for the entire night despite wishing he could.
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open starter !
“oh look !” jocelyn calls out, her pupils widening to take in the beauty of the red comet painting the sky. there was something about nature & the skies above them that fascinated her so. she felt safe for a moment, blanketed in the warmth of her joy & forgetting the judgement of those around her. “the crone must be smiling down upon us, don’t you think ? blessing those who are wise.” she finally looks to the person beside her, her gaze kind and genuine.
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SEVEN . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 .
of a king they had crowned: more a boy than a man ,
more a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyes
harsh winters , the core of house stark — always prepared for winter is coming , brought the beginning of the end of a once great noble house . the ailing ruling lord more concerned with pleasing the love of his life , his beloved second wife , than honoring his duty as warden of the north . winterfell's hearth roars warmed the castle as the scent of mouthwatering lemon tarts spread around the keep : protected from the heavy snow and lack of food security . the people were dying , either from dreadful starvation or the slow process of freezing until hearts stop beating . one after the other died , even the livestock was meagre . voices of a rebellion against the starks were raising but never lasted , the common folk are always the first to succumb as the nobles live on . help from the south was denied , the starks always had too much pride to accept aid from wealthy southerners — with the knowledge there would be debts to pay . as the howling winds quietened down , lifeless bodies were found under the melting snow , and the ruling lord grew weaker : starks thrived under the coldest and darkest days . in an act of defiance to tradition , one he happily broke to marry the one he truly loved , he crowned his youngest son heir of winterfell , heir to the former glorious kingdom of the north .
winter hit the north early , leaving many of the smallfolk starving and begging for the aid of their nobles . the nobles were well fed in their houses , but with time the smallfolk succumbed to the winter’s chill - leaving many dead across the region . help from the south was refused as lord stark had always had too much pride to accept help from others - especially knowing he could never afford to repay them . when the winter’s chill began to slip away , so too with it did the health of the ruling lord - leaving him to make the decision of his heir : naming his youngest son ( the firstborn of his second marriage ) as heir to winterfell .
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aurelio rogare / the snake
it was nothing more than a piece of jewelry, as far as the lord of lys was concerned. though he could admit it was quite beautiful. it held no special meaning to him.
in contrast to his usual colorful garb, he opts to done a more monochromatic look for the evening. he wants attention to be drawn to the piece of jewelry worn around his neck. his legs are bare apart from the singular carved snake wrapped around his right calf, painted black for the occasion. he wears a simple black frock, a simple black cape on top of that. his mask, is also black and just as simple with the notable addition of a forked tongue sticking out of the mouth.
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AWREN ARRYN as THE WATER GARDENS
her dress changes from blue to green with the turn of light and posture, the surface adorned with crystal-like teardrops that make it seem almost wet to the touch. a bronze necklace remains upon her collarbone, with an iron circlet around her head, embedded with emeralds that sparkle by twilight, its twin mask coloured sea-green, adorned with corals pond greens and the aroma of dew grass.
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the master of whispers is dressed as the snake , cunning and sneaky . how fitting for he . he made a simple choice , a body suit of emerald green -- scaled and sharp . any revealed skin painted to match . his mask , golden and emerald detailed with slithering serpents . within the right eye of that mask sits a bright jewel that looks like a slitted snakes eye . his gift from the king .
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SIX . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 .
they howled ‘neath their northern moon
so loud were their cries that the
closing of doors was drowned out
pregnancy , a most wondrous occasion if one talked to the many lady - mothers in the reach . and yet , simultaneously , fear lives at the idea of failing the blossoming babe in the stomach —— inadequate at protecting the most precious thing in the world . the heartache tormenting all loving parents . only sometimes the battle is already lost before it begins . the servants at highgarden heard the piercing wails coming from the ruling lady in the farthest corners of the castle : it was time , an heir . however fate is a cruel mistress . after finally gracing the tyrell family with the long - anticipated heir to the reach , the fruit of their love and praying does not survive beyond the womb . new life did not bloom , instead of a rose for the nursery —— they are planted in the garden of memory . countless maesters tended to the weakened state of lady senya as lord tyrell delivered the news to his family , yet another babe lost .
while he grieved the damage done to his heart , his mother visited her good daughter with crimson poppies : bloodshed . the dowager lady only saw red , burning with anger as senya failed her duty once again , if only her oldest had picked a wife who could produce an heir . oh well , she is to make sure it will happen as she orders all servants and maesters away . frail fingers grabbed a pillow , placing it on top of the fragile ruling lady of the reach - her former position that she did great justice , and pressed down . death by suffocation , releasing house tyrell from the shackles of a failed lady - wife . and then , to make herself less suspicious and not be accused , she knocked herself out with a heft tome and body meets the floor . servants found a dead ruling lady and an unconscious dowager lady before alarming the guards . none wished to be around when the news reached lord davios for they feared for his reaction . will the rose now have thorns yearning for the growth of carnage ?
after years of failed attempts , the ruling lady of highgarden was blessed with a child in her womb . but despite the best efforts of maesters , when the time came for the child to be brought forth into the world - he did not survive . after lord davios announced his child’s loss to his family , his mother was filled with anger . for she had done her duty , so too should her good daughter . but she had failed , and thus could not be forgiven . the dowager lady would enter her rooms and suffocate the woman , faking an attack by knocking herself out as well .
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matarys martell / the mermaid
the prince of the tower of joy had long been known for his love of costumes. it was only natural that he would go all out on piecing together his costume for the evening. a pity, he neglected to any thought into his movement.
he is late to arrive to the labyrinth, though it's not through his own choice - it just takes that long for him to walk there. his chosen costume meant to resemble a mermaid caught in the net of a fisherman. the simple pair of pants he's chosen to wear are concealed by fishing nets, the ends of his arms painted to resemble fish scales, his chest with the exception of a loose piece of netting draped over his his torso and his piece of jewelry, remains bare. his mask, almost an after thought is painted to resemble waves.
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CERELLE LANNISTER as THE RED ROSE
a crimson flowing gown trimmed with golden threads carving out embroidered, blossoming roses, worn with a gilded mask covering her eyes,
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the princess is dressed as the moon , mysterious and silver -- surrounded by brilliant stars . her mask is silver and intricate , detailed by one of the finest craftsman in the land . the only jewelry she wears are a series of iron choker type necklaces around her throat and one which dips lower than the other's . a gift from the king .
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𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌 , 𝖬𝖤𝖤𝖳 𝖬𝖤 𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖨𝖣𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 :
as the guests of his majesty the king enter the golden gates of the red keep ⸻ they no longer witness the crimson walls painted by the blood of fallen soldiers , instead the aurelian palace resembles old valyrian greatness. it becomes home to many nobles during the upcoming celebrations. the infamous staerdale treaty that brought forth three kingdoms out of the ashes of one turns hundred years , calling for festivities amongst the aristocratic court and reuniting those ties previously lost through the carnage of war. as servants assist the highborn to their quarters , each guest finds a single envelope with the royal seal resting on their feather - soft bed. impatiently , they open it to read the follow , while never noticing the servant leaving behind a small black chest with a treasure inside.
' by order of the king , within fortnight , to welcome you to his flourishing kingdom , his majesty king lucerys has commanded a midnight mayhem masquerade in honor of the staerdale treaty. to assure the behavior of all of his guests , he requests the following rules will be followed should you attend. that is not to say your presence is not so desired , and we should be quite put out if you should think not to attend.
the first , a simple one. enclosed within the treasure chest is a piece of jewelry for your pleasure. attendance without your gift will not be tolerated but the royal couturiers will aid with your freedom and creativity upon your costume , ensuring it matches your veil of the night chosen by queen visenya herself.
the second , you should arrive one day henceforth at the eleventh hour of the night at one of the twelve entrances of the labyrinth , on your body the king's treasure and your invitation in the hand.
the third , you must tell no one of your identity through the night — referring to yourself only by your gifted pseudonym for the night.
the fourth , you must seek out the guests with matching jewelry within the green and flowery maze , with only the moonlight as your guide. only together , you can enter the middle of the labyrinth as the clock strikes midnight ⸺ starting the festivities.
the fifth , you should not visit the forbidden corridors of the castle grounds. those wings require special access and any noble who is found there by the guards will be tried under treason of the crown.
as the king decrees it , so shall we write it. '
𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘏𝘌𝘔 , 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫 𝖨𝖭𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 :
can be found within discord.
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FIVE . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 .
lord bolton approached; with a thrust to robb’s heart
he gave him the lannister lions’ regards
long ago , the lord and lady of house lannister ( nearly children then , fresh from the bedding ceremony ) were blessed with a son as their first born . they adored him , though spent little time with him . the birth took a heavy toll on lady lannister , and she was ill more often than not in the following months . on the same day she gave birth - another did . this woman , the daughter of the kennelmaster and a servant to the lannisters , loved her son above all else . she spent every waking hour with him as she could . her father , worried for his daughter's fate - had the boy smothered in his sleep - removing the babe from her life . the girl was distraught , refusing to accept her child's death . a plan came to her , a most horrible one , that saw her swapping her own dead baby for the lannister heir - and fleeing the city . she ended up far from home , with a babe on a boat . she slept much of the journey - the stolen babe in her arms . she'd raise the child as her own for years - refusing to admit he was anything but hers . until , at last , she could pretend no longer . in appearance , the boy could have been the lord lannister's perfect copy . as he grew , she came up with a plan . her son loved her , loved her above all else and would do anything for her . she told him of the truth , claiming she had only done so as his parent's had been neglectful , and would never have loved him as he deserved . and he , he who had no memories of his parents , believed her .
though lady genna has only been the ruling lady for a year , but the unwed lords too of the westerlands had all been seeking her hand for many years by then . when she refused even their attentions - one such case being the ruling lord of hornvale himself - many were angered at her seeming disdain for her own people . the lord braxton brax was greatly offended at the slight , in front of the king no less , and sought out like minded individuals who might aid him in his proposed rebellion . his muttering was overheard by a most interested individual - a guest to the wedding who would offer the name ' critten ' when asked . he supported the man's words , honeyed words dripping in poison as he drew himself closer to the lord of hornvale . the seat , he would say with feline - like arrogance , of the warden of the west should have never belonged to the lady genna but to the firstborn of the lannisters - casper himself .
with the revelation that the long believed firstborn son of the lannisters was alive , a civil war is starting in the westerlands , with support divided between the lady genna and the lord casper . things are quite tense , and the west are picking sides . once ‘ critten carrigan ’ had washed the berries that dyed his hair dark away , none could deny he was the exact replica of his father .
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FOUR . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 .
there was nothing she felt cutting lady frey’s throat
and she felt nothing more when they slashed her own
fertile soils and rich grounds bless the region of endless rivers , with populous wildlife hiding in the forests and hills — enough to feed the people and the creatures lurking in the dark muddy waters . the horror started with shredded carcasses of farm animals , rivers coloring scarlet from blood drained wildlife and fear in the eyes of the rivermen . no one knew what caused the damage except the ones who stood eye to eye with the monster and barely survived , instead of speaking they took a vow of silence with the stranger : gratitude for their life not lost . soon enough the culprit was found , reptile - like terrors slithering through the rivers but always evading the hands of mankind until their home was found : the waters protecting riverrun . it quickly became clear that house tully was in the unknown of the danger lurking beneath their soles , after all , their grounds were never harmed by the gruesome reptiles , thus believing it is not worth their troubles . however , when the creatures attack one of their own with razor sharp claws , the hunt was opened . the smallfolk hid in their towns and measly built houses as the riverlords attacked . bloodshed on both sides was imminent until the ruling lord caught the last one of the species , about to be extinct . as he stabbed his sword through the reptile's heart , in its last final breaths it bit through the ruling lord tully's throat .
animals begun to be found torn apart , the rivers filling with blood . people didn’t know what was happening and those who saw the monster refused to speak of it . it was discovered that the culprit was reptile - like creatures living in the waters around riverrun . the tully’s were not affected , thus sat back and did nothing - until one of their own was attacked and they began to hunt it . in the end the battle was won , but the ruling lord was lost . thus the eldest of lord tully’s children will take their place on the ruling seat .
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THREE . 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 .
lady catelyn alone had the river’s sharp ear ,
heard dancing reels turn to the rains of castamere
the rulers of dorne , descendants of warrior queen nymeria , see no issue in partaking in the sins of flesh . bastard children , the living proof of lustful actions , are revered instead of shunned . house martell has always made its own history , refusing the bow to the throne and slithered away safely like the vipers they are toward sunspear's old palace . as one cannot trust a scorpion for the fear of thy sting , one cannot trust a martell : deadly , dangerous and oh so unpredictable . they await their vengeance for their bloodlust has never once wavered , princess elia and her offspring will be avenged . gluttony knows no limits and crimson dornish reds bewitches all guests in forgetting — they become so pliable and trusting . while the martells keep drinking , used to the poisonous effects , others are not so lucky . perhaps the dark tune of castamere should have tipped them off , but why not partake in pleasurable sins , why stop when the taste of wine is so addicting . and soon enough , lords and ladies alike are found death in their chambers , far away from the dornish heat , lips stained purple with a strong scent of iron in the air . are the hot - tempered martells actually cold - blooded killers ? or was it the lannisters , who had killed the first elia so long ago , that had poisoned the second ?
while a wedding would come in time , a celebration of allyria and tommen’s betrothal was planned within the southern westerlands . following the celebration , a number of lords and ladies of both the westerlands and dorne were found dead or heavily ill within their chambers - the signs of poison evident . the princess elia herself nearly slipped away , saved only by her partial immunity . but there could be no evidence of the culprit - for the wine they’d drank that night had vanished by morning and none remembered who had brought it .
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