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       KASSANDRE  WAS  LOATHE  TO  admit  that  she  was  interested   ━━  perhaps  even  excited,  to  see  cain  once  more  after  many  years  apart.  he  had  been  a  part  of  her  childhood  wanderings  &  playing,  but  her  interest  had  dwindled  upon  her  father’s  announcement  of  a  potential  betrothal.  another  she  would  find  a  way  to  not  go  through  with.  an  arrangement  to  meet  in  the  glass  gardens,  the  accompaniment  of  one  of  attendants,  older,  as  though  her  watching  eyes  could  prompt  appropriate  behavior  from  kassandre,  had  already  soured  her  morning.  kassandre  had  dallied  along  the  grounds,  normally  quick  strides  elongated  to  take  up  as  much  time  as  possible  until  her  attendant  had  grown  tired  of  her  antics.  “  lord  marbrand.  a  pleasure  to  make  your  acquaintance, ”  she  greeted  as  she  swept  into  the  gardens.  

golden  orbs  swept  over  him  quickly,  a  smile  quirking  the  corners  of  her  lips.  “  it  was  about  time  that  you  grew  into  your  ears. ”  

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It had been quite a long time since he had last seen Kassandre. Gods, had it really been over ten years already? The time truly did fly since he had first left Ashemark. They had been close as children, two nearly inseparable children as they had run around the grounds, no cares in the world. In a way, that was what he had still been doing up until his return. Unsurprisingly, she was late. He couldn’t shake the smirk on his face as she finally arrived, obviously irritated attendant in tow. “The pleasure is mine, Lady Lefford.” He bowed, making a show of it, his telltale smirk plastered on his features. 

His own sapphire eyes met her golden ones and he raised an eyebrow, look of mock offense briefly appearing at her comment before he broke into laughter. “You know, the law dictates that you must be at least this tall to make fun of one’s appearance.” He joked, holding his arm just above her head. 

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Intro!

Well, after wrestling with this bad boy for a while, I think I’ve finally settled on a backstory for my problem child, Cain Marbrand! Cannot wait to start RPing with all you amazingly talented people 😊

the courts offer bread and salt to cain of house marbrand. many say that the twenty seven year old sibling of the lord of ashemark is known to be entertaining and loyal, though ill tongues whisper that he is stubborn and brash. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of the most self assured yet least confident person in the room, a comedian who their biggest fan of their jokes is themselves, perception being far from reality, a fire behind the eyes with a smirk on the face, and the shiniest steel something that is simple, beautiful, yet deadly. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: wade briggs )

Cain Marbrand never took to being a noble. All the responsibilities, the expectations, the etiquette and just the general stuffiness to it all just didn’t sit well with him. Let his elder brother deal with the pitfalls of ruling, let him go off and do his own thing instead. It’d be better that way.

One thing that Cain DID stick to, however, were martial pursuits. Whether it be riding, or dueling, jousting or archery, Cain took to it like a fish to water. He reveled in the feel of steel in his hands, the adrenaline running through his veins, the burning in his muscles. It was a rush, and one he found himself craving more and more as he grew older.

The young man began hunting for tournaments, eager to prove his worth and test his mettle as a warrior. As he rode around Westeros, he found his second passion: travel. Why stay in one place, when there was seven kingdoms to see, or Free Cities, or a Dothraki Sea, or a great pyramid? He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be happy until he’d seen what else was out there.

So, at the age of seven and ten, he set out, a blade at his hip and gold in his purse, to travel the world. He wished his family, who he loved dearly, a goodbye and set off to make his way, live his life and experience the fruits the world had to offer.

And experience he did! Oh, the tales Cain Marbrand could tell of the ruins of the Wall or the great Pyramid in Mereen. Drinking with mercenaries as they waged war in the disputed lands or battling off Dothraki hordes. Training with water dancers and sailing upon the sea. And, yes he absolutely does want to tell them to you in grandiose detail, perhaps over a few cups of ale?