Fandom A Game Of Thrones : THE EXALTED COUNCIL - RP

[Hypnos]

Melessa Tyrell
Widow​

Harrenhal was big, very big, and within the confines of of its vast halls and towering walls, Mel felt smaller than she’d ever felt in her life. She had decided that it would be best for her to stay away from the Tyrell camp for the time being, at least until her father had cooled off from his earlier frustrations regarding the whole idea of hosting a council at all, and Mel had thought that it might be prudent to take a little stroll around the castle, hoping that it would help to steel her fluttering nerves, and give her an opportunity to meet some people who weren’t her father’s elderly retainers. Unfortunately for her, like most of her life, things weren’t so simple. In order for her father to even contemplate the idea of her letting her out of his sight for a second, she had been forced to consent to an escort of at least half a dozen heavily armed and armoured knights of the Reach, and twice as many household guards. As if anyone would dare attack her here. With all of the lords and ladies of Westeros in once place, there were tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of armed soldiers just waiting for chaos to break out, for anyone to attack one of Lord Whent’s guests they would either have to be very brave or very stupid, perhaps a bit of both.

Mel had tried to simply ignore the guards for a time, but she was finding it very hard to make conversation with people whilst surrounded by a miniature army. Were she not months into a pregnancy, she might have tried to run off, lose the guards in the maze that was Harrenhal, but as it stood right now, running was bit of a challenge, and stairs were an impossibility. As such, she had to content herself with being trapped amidst a crowd, like a bird in a cage, able to look outside but not to soar the skies as he pleased.

As was often the case when exploring a new location, Mel found herself first gravitating towards the palace gardens. She was a Tyrell by birth and as such had a great love of flowers and all things natural. When she had first come to King’s Landing, a little over a year ago, she had been shocked and appalled by the stark nature of the scenery. Back in Highgarden there had not been a wall left unadorned by a beautiful rose, or an alluring tulip and whilst dragon skulls and tapestries of great battles must have been great eye pleasers for the men of the court there had been little womanly charm. Mel had corrected this issue of course. Jaehaerys had helped her to bring a great amount of floral charm to the capital in the form of flowers from all over the known world to plant her own little garden, he had always been good for that sort of thing. Perhaps Jaehaerys had never been the true love which she had dreamed about as a young girl, but he had always been kind to her, never raising his voice or causing a scene, if it had not been for the fact that he was twice her age and clearly still hung up over his previous wife, perhaps they could have been happy together, but Mel could never shake the feeling when they were together that she was doing something wrong. Things just felt… Off, unnatural, but now that she had his baby in her belly, it was too late to escape from the situation. Even now that Jaehaerys was dead his shadow loomed over her, a ghostly spectre guiding the rest of her life.

Mel knelt down to admire one of the garden’s roses, holding it close to her face so that she could take in it’s scent, clearly Lady Whent worked hard to maintain this garden. As she held the flower close to her face, Mel noticed a small insect crawling along its petals, she held it to her hand, cupping her fingers so that it could crawl onto her skin. It was so tiny, so innocent. She watched as it scurried around her palms, letting it wander about, confused at the change of scenery, attempting to climb up her arms, for such a little guy he sure was strong. Mel smiled, gingerly placing the bug back where she found it, before standing up and dusting herself off, making sure to flatten the creases in her dress. She had to look respectable for the council. As she stood she saw some other young ladies enter the garden from the corner of her eyes. Mel tried to give them a friendly smile, but it was apparent they weren’t interested in approaching her, especially with half a dozen Tyrell men leering at them from just behind her. ‘It’s okay’, she thought to herself, ‘it’s just like father says, everything will go back to normal once the baby is born.’ At least, so she hoped.

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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The arrival to the city was uneventful for the most part. Harrenhal lay like a cloudy day in the background as the colors of the sun milled about, servants handling much of the cargo-filled wagons while greetings and acquaintances were exchanged between Lords and Ladies. It was all just so pretentious to the young woman as she slid down from her sandsteed, a hand passing over the thin ebony coat almost as a comfort to herself more than to the steed who turned it's great head to peer at her. "Don't give me that look." She murmured softly, reaching up to run a hand along it's forehead and down it's muzzle before moving off with a soft huff. Silks of soft yellow hung loosely from her hips, the bodice traditional and flattering but tailored to be somewhat conservative. She'd left her hair down once they'd entered the Riverlands, the temperatures here cooler than that of Dorne and so it didn't bother her too greatly to have the long falls of waves lingering down to the center of her back. Laena could be seen conversing with a few individuals, likely organizing the next step of their stay here.

Her brooding started to lift a touch as most seemed to be far too busy to corral her into some awkward social interaction where she'd have to pretend to want to be here. She saw her father far to the front of the group and actively decided to walk the opposite direction. She was not ready to be 'guided' towards some Lord she was expected to fawn over like a common whore in hopes he would take a liking to her and potentially ask her hand. She shuddered with the thought. While there was an abundance of guards, most were at least moderately distracted and she wasn't going too terribly far, just to the edges of the caravan's influences so she could breathe without the worry of expectations. In the distance she could see tents with the colors of Houses she had knowledge of but had never really interacted with. It made her curious about their cultures, what were they like? And yet she wanted to keep that distance and buffer of safety. She held no fear of a blade, and yet...

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

It was time to see how much of his luck still held out. Already coming up to a caravan of nobles armed and on horseback was risky business. While normally not a good idea in and of itself, even unarmed, Lucas still did not look the part to be walking among these people. His appearance and attire made him look every bit of the rough-and-tumble merc that he was. His brown hair was neck length and wild, a tuff of it tied in a high pony tail at the back of his head. His beard was trimmed short with two braids coming off of his chin. Though light scarring marred his face, two stood out among the rest, one coming diagonally across the bridge of his nose, and the other one over his jaw on the left side of his face, the scar keeping the facial hair from growing there. A black chevron was painted over face in ashes. He was clothed in simple leathers, nothing too fancy, but they did their job in keeping his guts in if he was careful. The only expensive looking thing about him was his blade, a bastard sword with black leather covering the hilt.

He made his way towards the edge of the camp, keeping an eye on the guards as he knew they certainly had his eyes on him. He made sure to keep his hands on the reigns and nowhere near the hilt of his blade. No sense on adding to the suspicions of his being here. His eyes then caught sight of his little "friend" that he'd see wandering off on her lonesome during the trip. Curiosity nagged at him once more, and he finally decided to give in to it. Time to see if he had to kick himself or not. The dull thump of horse hooves announced his arrival as he made his way to the girl. "You know, if you wanted to wander off, there are quicker ways to do it." He called to her. What was the harm in making simple conversation, right? Surely the guards wouldn't pelt him for arrows for that...at least not without risking the safety of the girl....

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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She was still lost in thought and the sound of hooves nearby didn't really catch her attention all that well, she'd been riding for days and given her current frustrations he might as well have come up on the back of an exotic beast. The sound of his voice drew her attention from the drowning pool of her mind, her head turning to look to where he still sat on his horse. Obviously not one of theirs, she held a small suspicion that he was likely with one of the more northern Houses who'd arrived ahead of them, or perhaps he was an outlier. Those sea-green eyes wandered for a moment before focusing on his face as she shrugged. "Perhaps. Then again some simply need room to breathe." For all of her short stature, she didn't seem to hold any real fear towards the man or anyone else. Well... not in the sense one would expect. The red stripe of ink across her face and the more delicate design across her forehead accented well against her dusky features, the softer fabrics of the gown making her seem far more feminine than her attitude usually permitted. She turned a glance back towards the smattering of people that still roiled and conversed amongst one another and sighed before looking back to her conversant. "Anaya, it's nice to meet you..." She gave a look that clearly showed she expected him to introduce himself as well.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Well, she wasn't a child, so now he didn't feel as much of a creep as he thought he would. Still...she was...quite small. He noted how she looked at him, likely trying to place where he fit in to all of this mess that splayed out before them. "I can understand that. Seems like it can get a bit stuffy with all of those people," he said with a lazy nod. His slate gray eyes moved about her, not in a flirtatious manner, but trying to see if he could place the girl. Assumptions were a terrible thing to make, but still didn't hurt to have some general idea of the people you interacted with. At her introduction, he cracked a slight smile, the look she gave him turning it into a full on grin. A little Lady, then. He dismounted his horse, where he stood at a solid six feet and one inch and gave the girl a bow. "The name's Lucas. And the pleasure is mine." He looked passed her once he'd stood up again, looking at all of the tents and then to the castle that loomed in the distance. "So, I'm curious...what's with all the nobles traveling here? I've been following your group for a while now and only just got the inclination to approach."

 

[ailurophile]

l i l i t hiiib a r a t h e o n

the soft touch of her husband's lips on her bare skin was what woke lilith from her slumber. her eyelids fluttered, and a soft whine escaped her as she curled herself tighter into a ball, hoping to cling on to her comfort, before reluctantly stretching out and sitting up. she swept her red hair over her shoulder and, drawing the sheets up to cover herself, smiled.
"almost there? how exciting." as always, the woman's voice was gentle, quiet. "i do like travelling, but it gets uncomfortable."
she kept the sheets drawn around herself like a makeshift dress as she searched for a proper one, making sure to select something befitting of the occasion. understated, but still nice. that was the sort of thing lilith liked. while she dressed herself, she made a mental note to make sure that her children were also looking presentable-- they were probably still sleeping soundly in another wagon. she'd need to wake them, and at the same time she could make sure they were ready. it'd be nice, taking them to harrenhal, letting them meet the lords and ladies. they were old enough by now,
"are you ready, my love?" lilith asked once she was finished, glancing back over her shoulder to alexander. her question had a deeper meaning, she wasn't simply checking that he was dressed-- they were heading to harrenhal on important business, and she could only assume that it was playing on her husband's mind.

Braddington

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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While he might have assumed correctly, she'd never introduce herself as such. The entire 'Lady Anaya Uller' bit made her uncomfortable and spoke to the duties she'd been reminded time and again that she'd have to fulfill eventually. "Stuffy is not quite strong enough a word." She remarked as she watched him take a bow. "And please, as much as any of the others might expect that sort of thing from you..." She started, gesturing up and down at him with an outstretched hand. "Don't do that to me. Don't kneel either, for the love of all that is, do not kneel." There was a spark of confusion that left her eyes as quickly as it had come into existence. "You don't know why nearly every greater House of Westeros is gathering?" It wasn't an accusation so much as tone of disbelief. She shook her head quickly as strands of hair spilled over her shoulders. "I'm sorry, I had thought perhaps you might have been party to one of the other Houses, perhaps one of their riders or something. You do realize that King Aegon has passed on, yes?" She didn't bother with the 'Sixth' part, if he didn't know who that was, that wasn't her problem and only further raised the realisation that he was perhaps not even from Westeros.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas' grin only widened as she dismissed the bow, his arms folding as she went on to voice her distaste for formality. It probably struck him as add and confusing as much as his lack of knowledge in current events puzzled her. It certainly did explain the whole party though. "No, I'm not a rider. Just a bored sell sword who doesn't pay attention to current events. I have no loyalty to any of the Lords or Ladies here. I'd heard a few rumors that he'd passed but..well what can I say? I have more important things to worry about in my life than whose ass warms the throne." his accent was light, but enough to where she would know that he was likely from the Vale if she knew the area. He looked her up and down. "So, the whole noble life isn't for you then, I take it? Funny, I thought things would have been brighter on the other side of life." He was not condescending or judgmental in the way that he asked his question. It was just light conversation. Well, as light as talking to a noble about the irks of her life could be.

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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"Just as you don't care who's ass warms the throne, I don't particularly care to be married off like some piece on a political gameboard." She shot a glance back over her shoulder to ensure that her father was still busy idling with his enraptured audience and thankfully he was. Looking back up at the outlier, she actually returned his grin. "So you're a sellsword and a mercenary?" She actively avoided taking notice of the way he looked at her, afterall, it wasn't 'lady-like' to fight, especially not when one was dressed in even modest formal attire. "It's certainly brighter where I'm from than it is here, this place feels like a wet cell. I really don't know why anyone would want to call this place home and I don't think even the loveliest of gardens could redeem it from the amount of darkness it holds."

 

[ailurophile]

v i s e n y aiiiw a t e r s

mercifully, the remainder of the journey to harrenhal had been brief, or at least short enough for visenya to tolerate. the clattering of the carriage had somehow lulled her back to a peaceful sleep, and by the time she'd awoken and fixed her appearance, they had all but arrived. when she exited the carriage and made her way inside, visenya looked as though she'd been awake and prepared since the crack of dawn. her gown was immaculate, her hair smooth and styled, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. just as she liked, she looked every bit a princess. it was just a shame she wasn't one.
since daeron had disappeared, presumably with a multitude of people to meet and things to do, visenya was left to her own devices and had decided to explore. perhaps she could greet and meet people, that might be interesting; she'd always found new people to be fascinating, especially those who were influential, or had stories of battles and adventure to tell her. the latter had been one of the reasons she'd brought the knight to bed with her the night before. that, and a few more basic reasons, obviously. unfortunately, as she swept through the corridors, no available options caght her eye. either people were already engaged in conversation, or they simply weren't around. perhaps a lot of people simply hadn't arrived yet, or had retired to their rooms upon arrival to rest after their travels. then again, they could just be busy. not everybody had the time to wander aimlessly the way visenya did.
the young woman had almost been about to give up her search for a conversation and settle for simply getting to grips with her surroundings instead when she noticed a figure of particular interest. her lips curled into a smirk. naturally, melessa tyrell would be surrounded by flowers. well, guards and flowers, both were to be expected. as visenya approached, she didn't seem phased by melessa's company at all, in fact, it was as though they were invisible to her; she'd always had a possibly misguided sort of confidence.
"my lady." she greeted, dipping into a curtsy as a sign of respect, for a multitude of reasons. there was melessa's status, the fact she was carrying a claimant to the throne, and above all, she was jaehaerys' widow. besides, although the baby melessa was carrying was technically daeron's rival, visenya had no actual qualm with melessa herself. they were a similar age, and really, visenya found it hard to find fault with melessa's disposition. when they'd met previously, she'd found the girl to be pleasant. "it's beautiful in here. i must admit, when i first saw the exterior from the carriage, i was a little less than excited." the confession came with a laugh, and the flash of a smile. visenya was being friendly. for the time being, at least.

Braddington

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas let out a little chuckle and nodded his head. So a Lady and a little spit fire. "Nobility is a sexist little game, isn't it?" Not that he would know of course. The mention of being trapped behind walls rang a bit familiar to him, but he never made mention of it. Still, this place did look a bit more like a dungeon than a place to race a family. "Hmm...looks more like a fortress to hole up in during a siege than a place of living," he admitted. "I can think of at least a dozen prison cells that I've had to spend the night in that looked a bit more hospitable than this place." He let his gaze wonder over to where she had turned to before. "So, mother and father searching for a new suitor for you or making friends with the potential new King." There he was using that "or" word.

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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If that wasn't a loaded question then they didn't exist. Her grin fell into an unamused smirk as she raised a dark brow at him. "While I will agree with you on the subject of Nobles and their games... and the state of Harrenhal, I don't know if I want to answer that last bit." Then again, what did it matter? He'd already admitted he wasn't someone she needed to worry about and so with one more quick glance behind her she stepped closer to him and lowered her voice. "Let's just say that I've managed to evade things for now and that my father may be growing increasingly impatient with me. Outside of that, I'm sure he's enjoying the buffet of company he's exposed to here." By her tone and the roll of her eyes, it was obvious that she was far from thrilled to even be here. Her first time out of Dorne and it was in the darkest reaches of Westeros. Well... the darkest she'd seen thus far.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas' grin never faltered. She was smart to not trust him, though there was no reason for it. Her name wasn't on a bounty list, least as far as he knew, and no one had bought his contract so he didn't have to jump when someone said to...or kill. "On the one hand, I can agree with wanting to make sure that your kid is well off in the future, but on the other hand..." he looked back at her with a chuckle "You have to let them grow, yes?" Was that a short joke or a bit of philosophy? Once again, the dangers of the "or" word. Keeping his arms crossed he wandered a little closer letting his gaze fall back to the caravan. "Then again, who am I to judge? If I'm 'lucky'," he said putting a little emphasis on the sarcastic way he said the word "I'll find employment with one of the nobles here...Guess I'll have to learn to deal with it ether way, won't I?"

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North
Bryce smiled as he saw his old squire. "It's good to see you again, your Grace. You've grown into a fine young man, I must say?" He shook the Prince's hand, saying, "If I may ask, can we speak alone?" He wanted to ask the Prince something. The Prince was a bastard, no doubt. But he was next in line. Bryce would follow whoever ended up on the Iron Throne, whether or not they're a Targaryen. But he didn't even know if Daeron wanted to get king. It was a stressful job, and it wasn't know for giving the title holder a long life span.

Once they were away, the Stark asked, "Your Grace, do you want to sit on the Iron Throne? I promise I won't judge you for it." He waited for an answer, bracing himself for the answer. He didn't really care, buy he needed to know. Whatever the case it could spell trouble, and he had to prepare as always. He was used to bracing for the worst, as he was a Northerner. Meanwhile, Theon and his wife were in the Vale working out some alliances. Well, Theon left without her, but the stubborn woman went anyway. She was a Mormont, after all. And she loved her husband as much as he did.
Braddington

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[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
​

"Oh yes, very fucking funny." She retorted with a huff. "I'll have you know that I can handle a weapon as well as a man, regardless of my height." She crossed her arms just under her bust as she looked up at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Besides, I'm rather certain that it's not my future they're worried for. 'Get married, Anaya. Bear a son, Anaya.' No one asks if even want to have children or if I want to get married. It is expected of me whether I like it or not. Look at that poor Tyrell, Melessa. She is wrapped up in all of this because she carries the potential heir and that's only if she delivers a boy. I'm sure she's just overjoyed to be coming to court while she's pregnant. Then you have Eleana, at least she's old enough to possibly do something, but of course because she's a woman it'll make things difficult to say the least. Then there's the Bastard..." She didn't back away from the man, but what little improvements her mood had taken were quickly starting to tank once more.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Bastard. That word struck a little cord within the man's mind, though there was no show of it. The less he showed with this one, the better off he was likely to be. He listened to her tirade, arms cross, his grin slipping into more of a sympathetic smile. "Always for the good of the house, isn't it?" he asked in a low voice. He had a little sympathy for the Tyrell girl, but the others...well he wasn't exactly a bleed heart full of sympathy. Striking out on one's own was hard work sure, but it wasn't exactly impossible to make a living for yourself if you knew what you were doing. But then again, that was the problem with most nobles. They would bitch and whine if a bit of dirt got on their trousers. Just as likely to die outside their safe walls as well as in the court. That was likely what was to happen to the Tyrell girl, though he did not voice this opinion. He looked down at her with a raised brow. "So then, Anaya..." he said forgoing the title, feeling that it would likely earn him a scathing glare. "What is it that you want?"

 

[JPTheWarrior]

Alexander Baratheon
Lord Paramount of the Stormlands
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Alexander gave the lady a brief smile followed by a quiet chuckle "You stand correct, my wife. Sleeping in a wooden tight box is not the most comfortable of places, even if we do have a mattress inside. Nevertheless, it could've been worst" he admitted. The lord's eyes followed his lady's movements as she got out of bed and made her way to the closet, algo getting herself ready for the arrival at the fortress that is Harrenhal. The dress she chose wasn't a flashy one, but it still looked very well on her. In this topic, the couple had different tastes and opinions. Alexander decided to wearr something that would show him as a promiment noble, someone who somewhat looked wealthier than the others. On the other hand, Lilith had chosen something pretty but not a piece of clothing that would serve as material for conversations to build on.

This sudden thought of contrast that surged in his mind made him smile. He wondered how she would have their children dressed. Alexander would let her have the final word, due to her sense of aesthetics being rarely worst than his. This wife of mine.. she is too modest. At least, she will teach Ethan and Eleanor to not become arrogant and very proud. I can thank her for that he thought. Alexander's mind was, once again, occupied with thoughts of his dear son and daughter. They both had already reached the ideal age for the lord to start planning their marriage. Eleanor's hand would belong to a noble of a House from Stormlands to keep the old alliances forged decades ago. Members of House Swann, House Connington and House Caron had already been married into House Baratheon, through Alexander himself and some of his siblings. His cousin, Evelyne was already in her twenties, but she was still a beautiful young lady ready for a wedding. She had made the decision to come to Harrenhal, most probably to find a lord whom she could marry.. something she and Alexander had planned, of course. Indeed this meeting was to crown a King, or Queen depending on the person chosen, but this convention of high nobility was a perfect opportunity to see old friends, or at least not enemies, and forge alliances through marriage.

Alexander was lost in his plans when Lilith asked a question. He shook his head and looked back at her blinking his eyes twice before giving a little forced smile to his wife. "What? Oh yes, Lilith, of course I am. I have to be.. I have to be" this last part was more of a mutter, like Alexander was speaking to himself only. He got up of bed and embraced his wife in a hug, giving a small but warm and caring kiss on her forehead. "Let's go. I'll tell the camp to pack their stuff and starts this relatively short trip. You go and wake up Ethan and Eleanor and make sure they look like nothing more or less than children of House Baratheon alright?" he told her and took a few steps laying his fingers on the door's knob. Before opening the exit of the wagon and step into the outside, he gave Lilith a quick glance "Dress them as you wish, my wife. They just need to use clothes proper for the occasion" he said, while giving out another smile.

Alexander got out of the caravan, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the sun. He was happy to see that his men had already started their day, feeding the horses, packing their items and getting ready for the journey ahead of them. The lord was greeted with many 'good morning, my lord' from his fellow servants and nobles from Houses of many regions of his kingdom.

The rest of their morning was pretty straightforward. He saw his family at breakfast and, after their bellies were full, Alexander went to his horse, mounting the animal and grabbing the reins. Soon after, the entire Baratheon court departed from their camp and travelled to Harrenhal. There wasn't much trouble on the road and time quickly passed.

It didn't take long to reach the legendary fortress that was Harrenhal. From the castle, people could very well see Alexander's court arriving, their banners with the House's sigin proudly visible to others. The gate was opened, and Alexander moved in with his family, servants bringing their bags, furniture and personal items the Baratheons brought from Storm's End. His family occupied three rooms: one for Alexander and Lilith, other for their children and the final one for Alexander's cousin, Evelyne.

After everything was set, Alexander walked to his wife "I'm going to meet some lords and ladies. Two in specific actually: Jocelyn and Elaena Targaryen. I understand it does seem strange.. but while the person who has my support has already been decided, I still wanna speak with her. Last time I saw her she was, but a mere baby. Her memories of me have certainly already faded. Therefore, friendly associations must be forged again" Alexander explained. "Would you like to come with me or do you want to stay with Ethan and Eleanor, my love?" he asked, letting her decide the way she wanted to spend the rest of the morning.

ailurophile

 

[Akio]

Ryden Martell
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Ryden had spent some time riding next to the caravan but as they set off to make camp he had allowed himself to drift back to watch the line go on and start unpacking, even if it was for a short while. He was watching some gifts being unloaded when he turned and saw two people standing off by their own near the end of the caravan. He looked over and saw a girl in a long dress and a man standing alone with their horses. Given the dresses colors even from a distance, he could probably tell she was a noble but the man seemed made of sterner stuff. A guard perhaps? Curious he would start to trot over to the small group. As he got closer his opinions changed, she was certainly noble alright. In fact, she was likely was of theirs considering the colors she was wearing. He didn't recognize her truly though, but something about her was vaguely familiar. The man wasn't someone he recognized and from his gruffness and the sword on his hip he likely wasn't a guard or anyone he would recognize. Despite it not seeming threatening his face hardened and he rode a bit faster now, calling out as he approached.

"Hail!" He said as he rode up to the two of them. He was dressed in his royal robe that was colored a dusted red with a sun on his back. He was obviously a high lord by his robes and given the symbol it would pretty easy for those who knew that he was a member of House Martell. Anaya had only ever seen him from a distance as they had never been introduced and he hadn't been there for most of the year she had been there. The sellsword obviously didn't know him at all personally but obviously, he was someone of note and as he dismounted he turned his gaze to the man with a sort of arrogant carelessness as he looked at him. "Am I interrupting something?" He said looking between the two, it seemed he might have some misunderstanding of the situation yet he seemed to be unwilling to let it simply slip by as usual highlord woman wouldn't speak to a sellsword alone.

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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"Frankly I'd-" Her words cut off abruptly as the sound of a horse trotting far closer than she'd expected. Fuck... my father has found me. She mentally prepared herself for the scolding she was sure to get as she turned to look up at a man who was thankfully not her father but one of the Martell sons. She'd seen him a time or two but never this close and she wasn't particularly sure she wanted to be this close at the moment, especially given the topic at hand. "Just a simple conversation. I was learning a bit more about things outside of Dorne." She stated quietly before offering the rougher looking man a faint nod. It was true, but she prayed he didn't cue the prince in on the rest of that conversation.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas' grin returned as his attention was drawn to the on coming lordling. He knew the symbol of the man's house, sure, but as for who the man was himself, Lucas was as clueless to that as the lordling was in terms of who he was. Lucas gave the man a grin and a two fingered salute. "Hail," he said calmly as he rode up on them. He shook his head at the question and nodded at Anaya as she explained. "Nothing wrong with a bit of conversation, is there, m'lord," he asked adding the honorific so the lordling's ego was not bruised. His gaze went to Anaya as she nodded at him, before returning to the Martell's gaze, holding it without even a flinch. He had nothing to hide, so why should he be scared? "Travelling the country in a carriage is great and all, but truly experiencing it...well that's another thing entirely. There's no time table to keep but life's own when you travel by yourself on your own accord. Thought I'd swap a few stories...no harm in that, right?"

 

[Akio]

Ryden Martell
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Ryden looked at the girl, he couldn't shake the feeling that something about her was intimately familiar about her but he just couldn't quite place it. "Perhaps, but seeing a gentle highborn girl exchanging words with a sellsword could be considered off. You know I can swear I just checked the caravan yesterday and I didn't see you anywhere, and if I checked with my men I wonder if any of them would have seen you as well.... Have you been following us? Or did you just simply drift in from one of the other camps?" He said narrowing his eyes, one of his hands came to rest on the butt of the sword on his hip, and while his stance wasn't necessarily hostile it was definitely wary of him and it seemed that seeing his gaze had made him aware of something he wasn't sure about in him.

 

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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She could have snorted at his comment about her being a 'gentle' highborn girl, but she thankfully was able to hold her graces about her. She tensed a bit when he said that it was 'off' that she'd even exchange words with a sellsword, the girl passively watching as he shifted his weight and the way his hand drifted to the pommel of his sword. "I don't see anything wrong with it. I'm curious about those outside of Dorne and I'd much rather get a real-world view than the tinted-glass version we're fed at court." Despite the potential sting her words held, her tone maintained cordiality. She'd let Lucas answer for himself, however. She didn't know him and thus she really didn't have a whole lot to say on the matter of how he'd found them or why.

Letting the two men speak back and forth, she'd fall quiet unless one of them actually spoke to her, content to just use this as an excuse to be safe from her father's presence. What could he say? She was standing next to one of the Martell Princes.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas' smirk only grew as the man spoke. Lucas hadn't been with the girl more than ten minutes and he could tell that "gentle" was likely the last word that the girl wanted used to describe her. Feisty was more accurate. Gentle was an insult. "And tell me, m'lord, why is it off? I haven't drawn my blade, and she is clearly not in distress and is in full view. Your horses are likely quicker than mine, so I could only go so far before you'd catch up to me. As for your question, yes, I have been following and for quite some time now. I haven't exactly been subtle about it either." While the lordling's hand drifted to his pommel, Lucas' arms stayed where they were. It was not that he doubted the Martell's skill, it was simply that in this situation, Lucas did not feel threatened. A sword only needed to be drawn when necessary. Otherwise it was simply like a dog gnashing its teeth. "Your band isn't exactly small, so I decided to follow when it caught my eye. I figured what does an group of nobles with an army have to fear from one man and a horse?"

 

[Akio]

Ryden Martell
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Ryden couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit angrily when he heard the tone of the sellswords voice but in truth, nothing he said was actually wrong and the words themselves weren't hostile so he really couldn't take this further. He would take his hand off the sword hilt. "No I suppose not, well do you have a purpose in following us other than talking to ladies and lordlings or were you looking for something in particular." He said as he crossed his arms and just waited for a reply, meanwhile however he turned his gaze to the small girl beside him. She wasn't a child, no child would have the same definitions of her hips and breasts but she was small enough to be mistaken as one at a distance like he had. He wasn't sure what house she was from which was odd as he had met most lords in Dorne, who usually insisted on him meeting their daughters hoping to gather some favor with him. But still he could not seem to recognize her and he was watching her even as he waited for the sellswords reply, not really expecting him to ask for anything.

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas looked at the lordling, noting the anger in his narrowed eyes. He could only keep that smirk up. Touchy, touchy...in response, Lucas simply shrugged and said "I was bored." He gestured to Anaya. "I saw her wandering the border and so I figured 'Hey, I can't go into the camp, but oh look, company's coming my way.' So I wandered over in plain sight and we started talking, just as you saw." He watched as the Martell eyed Anaya. He had almost forgotten what he had said to her earlier; nobility was a sexist game. He likely didn't see anything in the girl other than the possibilities of the children to be born by her. Still, it wasn't his business. His business was blood, not politics. Again he shrugged. "As for what I want, well if any of the good lords or ladies were looking for a blade for hire, perhaps I can find work. If not, well, I've sated my curiosity so I suppose I would be on my way if I found myself without luck here."