Hypnos
L'Empereur
OLD RP - The Crownlands
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Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Kings Landing
Walking down one of the numerous hallways in the Red Keep, Aelyx tried to suppress his irritation as he rounded the corner of another hallway, only to be met with another dead end. Sighing, he turned to face the figure behind him, wearing dark orange armor, with a dragon biting down on a sun on his chest. "Torin, please tell me you remember the way out?" Receiving a mere shrug, Aelyx shook his head in annoyance, before setting off back down the previous hallway.
It had been years since he had been in the capital, let alone the Red Keep. The hallways were familiar to him, but he still found himself getting lost in the numerous crossing pathways. Eventually though, Aelyx found a servant carrying a large stack of papers. Getting directions to one of the gardens, Aelyx and his escort quickly set off, travelling down numerous branching hallways before finally coming to an open archway, leading out into a small garden overlooking the city below, a single tree and a bench the only distinguishable landmarks. Standing around the tree, three more figures armored similarly to Torin were waiting, their helmets held down by their waists. Wearing his own formal clothing, including a expensive purple shirt and pants, Aelyx felt jealous of his guards.
Walking forward, Aelyx looked over the edge of the garden, down at the sprawling city spread out around the Keep. "Is it good to be home then, Aelyx?" Turning, Aelyx watched Tom spit over the side of the garden, watching it fall before losing sight of it.
"Hardly, I never did enjoy being stuck here. The moment my brother is married off, we will be departing." Turning to face him, Aelyx waved his hand in a dismissal gesture. "Go on, the Lannisters should be arriving soon. Go and see your family." Before he even finished speaking, Tom eagerly nodded his head, donning his helmet and setting off at just short of a sprint out of the garden. Turning to the remaining members of the Summer Knights, Aelyx nodded to them, and each departed to do their own tasks, one taking up a position just inside the archway, while Aelyx turned and sat down on the bench.
"This better be worth it..."
Walking down one of the numerous hallways in the Red Keep, Aelyx tried to suppress his irritation as he rounded the corner of another hallway, only to be met with another dead end. Sighing, he turned to face the figure behind him, wearing dark orange armor, with a dragon biting down on a sun on his chest. "Torin, please tell me you remember the way out?" Receiving a mere shrug, Aelyx shook his head in annoyance, before setting off back down the previous hallway.
It had been years since he had been in the capital, let alone the Red Keep. The hallways were familiar to him, but he still found himself getting lost in the numerous crossing pathways. Eventually though, Aelyx found a servant carrying a large stack of papers. Getting directions to one of the gardens, Aelyx and his escort quickly set off, travelling down numerous branching hallways before finally coming to an open archway, leading out into a small garden overlooking the city below, a single tree and a bench the only distinguishable landmarks. Standing around the tree, three more figures armored similarly to Torin were waiting, their helmets held down by their waists. Wearing his own formal clothing, including a expensive purple shirt and pants, Aelyx felt jealous of his guards.
Walking forward, Aelyx looked over the edge of the garden, down at the sprawling city spread out around the Keep. "Is it good to be home then, Aelyx?" Turning, Aelyx watched Tom spit over the side of the garden, watching it fall before losing sight of it.
"Hardly, I never did enjoy being stuck here. The moment my brother is married off, we will be departing." Turning to face him, Aelyx waved his hand in a dismissal gesture. "Go on, the Lannisters should be arriving soon. Go and see your family." Before he even finished speaking, Tom eagerly nodded his head, donning his helmet and setting off at just short of a sprint out of the garden. Turning to the remaining members of the Summer Knights, Aelyx nodded to them, and each departed to do their own tasks, one taking up a position just inside the archway, while Aelyx turned and sat down on the bench.
"This better be worth it..."
Broncos
King of Villainy
(Let's do this!!!)
King's Landing
Jasper walked into the jewel of Westeros, King's Landing, in a carriage. "Some call it the Jewel of Westeros," Jasper thought as he approached the gates to the city in his carriage "I call it the hell of Westeros,". His carriage arrived at the Red Keep eventually and the carriage driver shouted "M'lord, we're here!". Jasper grabbed a few coppers and paid the man and exited the carriage. He began to walk in and began to think about the wedding that would happen. He wasn't there, in truth, to see the wedding, but Iverna Baratheon. She was a single lady with a mind that was easy to manipulate. Plus, add that to the fact that the King was going to die any day and there would be many claimants to the throne, and it was probably a good idea to make some allies. So, Jasper walked into the Red Keep, looking for Iverna.
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King's Landing
Jasper walked into the jewel of Westeros, King's Landing, in a carriage. "Some call it the Jewel of Westeros," Jasper thought as he approached the gates to the city in his carriage "I call it the hell of Westeros,". His carriage arrived at the Red Keep eventually and the carriage driver shouted "M'lord, we're here!". Jasper grabbed a few coppers and paid the man and exited the carriage. He began to walk in and began to think about the wedding that would happen. He wasn't there, in truth, to see the wedding, but Iverna Baratheon. She was a single lady with a mind that was easy to manipulate. Plus, add that to the fact that the King was going to die any day and there would be many claimants to the throne, and it was probably a good idea to make some allies. So, Jasper walked into the Red Keep, looking for Iverna.
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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]Married. Her cousin was getting married. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]It was irritating how people kept reminding her of it, too. Why did she care about her silly cousin? Lots of people got married, she didn't understand why people kept telling her about how proud she should be about Isla's wedding. Ivana had always had a little jealous streak, and she'd never really grown out of it-- she didn't like the fact that her cousin was going to be married before her. It had been bad enough when her sister Adelynne had married, but at least she liked Adelynne.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]To anyone else, Ivana's annoyance would be childish and trivial, but if there ever were words to describe the Lady of Storm's End, 'childish' would probably be one of them. Sure, she was a grown woman, but she did have her moments of childishness. She wasn't stupid though, no, just a little bit air headed at times. Even so, she was responsible and was doing a decent job of following her father's footsteps.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]Humming under her breath, the little brunette rounded the corner. The Red Keep was quite a nice place, in her opinion, and the Targaryens seemed nice enough-- not that she would say otherwise, even if her opinions were totally different[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]. They were her hosts and also the rulers of the Seven Kingdoms. Despite her slight irritation, she was in a surprisingly pleasant mood until she bumped right into somebody walking the other way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"Oh!" She exclaimed, more of a squeak than actual words. The impact sent her stumbling back a couple of steps but thankfully she seemed to right herself just in time. With a huff, she adjusted the neckline of her dress, then planted one hand firmly on her hip and looked up to see who had bumped into her. Well, she had bumped into him, but that wasn't how she was going to spin it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"My apologies." She said quietly, remembering that she was a lady and should be polite, especially as she wasn't sure who she was addressing. [/SIZE]
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Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Rushing down the hall, Tom tried to contain his excitement at the prospect of seeing his extended family again. It had been several years since he had seen them, and was interested to see how much they had changed. Coming around one of the last corners in his journey, he was confronted by the sight of a young woman pumping into, if Tom had to guess, a Valemen. Slowing his pace, he briefly made sure his armor sat correctly on his figure, as well as adjusting his helmet to sit on straight. Resting his hand on his sword hilt, he advanced again.
Turning his head to make sure he was going in the right direction, Tom briefly nodded his head to the woman and man, before continuing on his path, his white cloak dragging behind him slightly. Once he was around the corner, he shook his head. That woman...she intrigued him, but he had other places to be at the moment. Conitnuing his path, he went on.
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Turning his head to make sure he was going in the right direction, Tom briefly nodded his head to the woman and man, before continuing on his path, his white cloak dragging behind him slightly. Once he was around the corner, he shook his head. That woman...she intrigued him, but he had other places to be at the moment. Conitnuing his path, he went on.
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Broncos
King of Villainy
While looking for Iverna, Jasper then stumbled into a woman. She fell back a few steps he saw and thought "Seven hells!". He then saw her fall back a few stairs and she slowly recomposed herself. Jasper sighed and went over to the fallen woman. He didn't want to make a scene but as he approached, he noticed that she was Iverna Baratheon. "Well," he thought "What a coincidence,". He then held out his hand and said in his normal charming voice "Hey, need help up, my lady?"
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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]
"No," Ivana responded bluntly, her pride a little wounded by the fact that she had stumbled in such an ungainly sort of way. Clearing her throat softly, she smoothed down the front of her dress and readjusted her bodice quickly, making sure that she didn't look too unkempt as a result of her fall.
Curious, she looked up at the man she had bumped into, and did not recognise him straight away. Well, why would she recognise him? They had never met, to her knowledge, and although she had been told various descriptions of some of the people she might meet during her trip to King's Landing, she could not place him to any of them.
"Well... It's a pleasure to meet you regardless," Ivana offered politely, smiling and revealing her dimples as she continued to look up at him, "Ivana Baratheon, charmed."
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Hypnos
L'Empereur
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Aenar Velaryon[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]The King’s Room, The Red Keep, King’s Landing[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Opening the drapes but a fraction of an inch in an attempt to let even the smallest sliver of sunlight grace the dark and spacious room in which he was located, the Lord of Driftmark stood stalwart by the side of his grace, his old and wrinkled hands resting almost uselessly upon the sides of the large four poster bed that currently served as the resting place for the most powerful man in the realm. Maegor Targaryen had been great once, one of the finest knights of his day, and his imposing figure had been more than enough to stop even the most battle hardened warriors in their tracks, in fact, if one were to look at him in the right light, there were still traces of the man he had once been, though as the years past those traces grew fewer, and now at five and fifty years within this gods forsaken realm it was hard to picture him as anything more than a feeble old man. He still had his good days, and Aenar could still recall a few occasions in which the man he once served so loyally had resurfaced from his slumber to once again hold court and pacify the realm, though those days grew fewer and farther between and the king’s current affliction had left him bedridden for the better part of half a year.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Your grace.” Aenar croaked finally, realising that awaiting the king himself to spark up a conversation would be a futile effort. “Will you be holding court today?” He knew the answer before it had even had a chance to leave the king’s lips and his face darkened slightly. “Mayhaps some milk of the poppy would help you feel better, I know that it is not ideal but you will be expected to appear in at least some capacity at the wedding.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]The king frowned his brow furrowing, and as the maester tried to administer the drink there was a clear sense of resistance in his tone. “No, no! Gods curse that foolish drink, I will have no more of it, it has me speaking crazier things than a drunken whore. Where is Ser Prestor? Is my Lord-Commander not here to see to his king.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Aenar merely frowned sadly, taking his hand off of the king’s bed long enough to scribble something on a long unfurled piece of parchment upon the night stand, cursing the gods for the job they had granted him. “Your grace, Ser Prestor perished years ago, we have talked about this, Ser Albert is the Lord-Commander now.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]A look of remembrance briefly passed over the King’s face, though it was immediately replaced by one of irritation. “Ah, yes I remember now, You see, the drink has addled my thoughts.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Your grace, it is medicine prescribed by your brother, it treats the pain in your legs and back.” The king resigned to silent brooding, the small amount of light that had been allowed in through the parted drapes illuminating the wrinkles on his elderly face. “I only came here for you signature. Jaehaerys needs you to sign off on the wedding expenditures for the Pentoshi singer.”Aenar handed the king a piece of parchment, passing him the quill and ink so that he may sign his name at the bottom of the long scrawl of text. “I shall check up on you again upon the morrow, when hopefully you shall be feeling a bit better.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Aenar unfurled the parchment and made his way to the exit, giving the king a final glance before he turned to leave, it saddened him somewhat to see his friend reduced to a blabbering old fool, but there was naught he could do but simply accept it and move on, there was a little hope for Maegor Targaryen and even though the severity of his problem had been concealed from even his closest of family, people were beginning to grow suspicious of his condition and if he continued to not show his face during public meetings then it was almost certain that his reign would come to a quick end. Aenar sighed, dusting off his light blue and silver doublet before beginning to walk down the long corridor that led him back to the throne room. He did not envy the king’s job and it was times like these that made him glad his father had been born a third son.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]The King’s Room, The Red Keep, King’s Landing[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Opening the drapes but a fraction of an inch in an attempt to let even the smallest sliver of sunlight grace the dark and spacious room in which he was located, the Lord of Driftmark stood stalwart by the side of his grace, his old and wrinkled hands resting almost uselessly upon the sides of the large four poster bed that currently served as the resting place for the most powerful man in the realm. Maegor Targaryen had been great once, one of the finest knights of his day, and his imposing figure had been more than enough to stop even the most battle hardened warriors in their tracks, in fact, if one were to look at him in the right light, there were still traces of the man he had once been, though as the years past those traces grew fewer, and now at five and fifty years within this gods forsaken realm it was hard to picture him as anything more than a feeble old man. He still had his good days, and Aenar could still recall a few occasions in which the man he once served so loyally had resurfaced from his slumber to once again hold court and pacify the realm, though those days grew fewer and farther between and the king’s current affliction had left him bedridden for the better part of half a year.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Your grace.” Aenar croaked finally, realising that awaiting the king himself to spark up a conversation would be a futile effort. “Will you be holding court today?” He knew the answer before it had even had a chance to leave the king’s lips and his face darkened slightly. “Mayhaps some milk of the poppy would help you feel better, I know that it is not ideal but you will be expected to appear in at least some capacity at the wedding.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]The king frowned his brow furrowing, and as the maester tried to administer the drink there was a clear sense of resistance in his tone. “No, no! Gods curse that foolish drink, I will have no more of it, it has me speaking crazier things than a drunken whore. Where is Ser Prestor? Is my Lord-Commander not here to see to his king.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Aenar merely frowned sadly, taking his hand off of the king’s bed long enough to scribble something on a long unfurled piece of parchment upon the night stand, cursing the gods for the job they had granted him. “Your grace, Ser Prestor perished years ago, we have talked about this, Ser Albert is the Lord-Commander now.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]A look of remembrance briefly passed over the King’s face, though it was immediately replaced by one of irritation. “Ah, yes I remember now, You see, the drink has addled my thoughts.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Your grace, it is medicine prescribed by your brother, it treats the pain in your legs and back.” The king resigned to silent brooding, the small amount of light that had been allowed in through the parted drapes illuminating the wrinkles on his elderly face. “I only came here for you signature. Jaehaerys needs you to sign off on the wedding expenditures for the Pentoshi singer.”Aenar handed the king a piece of parchment, passing him the quill and ink so that he may sign his name at the bottom of the long scrawl of text. “I shall check up on you again upon the morrow, when hopefully you shall be feeling a bit better.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Aenar unfurled the parchment and made his way to the exit, giving the king a final glance before he turned to leave, it saddened him somewhat to see his friend reduced to a blabbering old fool, but there was naught he could do but simply accept it and move on, there was a little hope for Maegor Targaryen and even though the severity of his problem had been concealed from even his closest of family, people were beginning to grow suspicious of his condition and if he continued to not show his face during public meetings then it was almost certain that his reign would come to a quick end. Aenar sighed, dusting off his light blue and silver doublet before beginning to walk down the long corridor that led him back to the throne room. He did not envy the king’s job and it was times like these that made him glad his father had been born a third son.[/SIZE]
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WanderingJester
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Tiber Lannister
Just Outside of the Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands.
Tiber Lannister rode at the head of the Lannister convoy, his eyes shifting from one member of his family to another, carrying on easy conversations as they rode through Westeros' capital city.
As an understatement, one might describe the Lannister delegation as sizable. With the heads and heir of each of House Lannister's three branches present, along with their children, other kin folk along with them, the servants by their sides and all the soldiers, from Lionguards to men at arms, necessary to ascertain their safety, the flags of red and gold stretched some distance back from where Tiber rode with his family at the front. The show of force and solidarity, intentional or otherwise, likely hadn't been seen by the capital city since the Reign of Robert Baratheon and the War of the Five Kings, a little more than a century ago. The Lord of Casterly Rock rode along the cobbled road up to the Red Keep, ignoring the multitude of eyes from the crowds that have gathered to watch the Lannisters and other nobles pass by for the wedding. He was glad that most of the small folks had short memories. For a generation at least no Lannister would care to test his luck by walking the streets of King's Landing, even under armed guards.
Though a bit more safe now, Tiber had taken no chances in having the proper security for the lion house. The swords and blades of the convoy itself could constitute a small army, and larger than what many of the less noble houses could muster. He had even brought one of the more capable Lionguard commanders, Ser Tidus Marbrand, with them. He personally had little to fear for his immediate family: Martyn rode beside them dressed in full plate, Oathkeeper at his side. The Warden of the West himself had on comfortable court clothing, though covered it with a light but very well crafted leather protective suit over it. The crafter of the armor had dyed and painstakingly made it to blend in with the fineries of court, while providing the protection of a leather suit. He looked over to see his beautiful wife next to him, and gave her a smile.
"Not too far now dear, we'll be crossing into the Red Keep soon enough." He looked upward to see the gatehouse of their destination approach, just as Gerald spoke excitedly to his dad.
"Father, would we be able to see the dragons of House Targaryen? Do you think they'll let us play with them?" Tiber looked down to his son, riding a smaller pony next to them. The young boy of ten beamed upward at him, excitement in his eyes.
"Now, now Gerald. Dragons are dangerous creatures, not toys. You'll do best not to worry your mother by being careful around them, understand?" Gerald looked a bit crestfallen but nodded. Just then, his uncle Arnol rode up next to him with a laugh. The Lord of Tarth, middle age warrior turned ruler now, gave clap to Tiber's back.
"While I would tell you not to be too hard on the boy Tiber, not truer words have been said," Uncle Arnol looked to the young boy, who stared back up at him, along with his thoughtful brother. "You'll do well to heed your father. Dragons are dangerous, whether they have four legs or two, their scales red or otherwise." Gerald scrunched his face up as he thought about what his great Uncle meant, but Loreon, who have grown by leaps and bounds lately, looked to Tiber from his own mount.
"But so are lions, isn't that right father?" Arnol gave a roaring laugh while Tiber chuckle and patted Loreon on the head.
"That's right Lore, and the most dangerous lions do what?"
Loreon gave a knowing smile, before replying, "they think and consider everything before they act, rather than the ones that roar and pounce on the nearest prey?"
"Good boy." Tiber smiled, as they finally reached the gatehouse. The guards spotted them long ago, and had already swung the doors wide open. Riding in, Tiber couldn't help but picture a time when the golden lion flew high above the walls. And what that got us in return, he thought just as he registered his uncle's voice again.
"By the Seven Tiber, you're making the little tyke into the very image of you."
Tiber gave a look over to the Lord of Tarth as he swung his legs off of his horse, dismounting and handing the reins over to a waiting servant. "Nay uncle, merely preparing him to take my place as our heads one day." He then moved over to help Leanne off of her mount, while Loreon did the same for Gerald, to the chagrin of the latter, before going down the line to offer his assistance the other ladies and children of House Lannister of the large convoy just arriving to the center of Westerosi Politics.
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Just Outside of the Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands.
Tiber Lannister rode at the head of the Lannister convoy, his eyes shifting from one member of his family to another, carrying on easy conversations as they rode through Westeros' capital city.
As an understatement, one might describe the Lannister delegation as sizable. With the heads and heir of each of House Lannister's three branches present, along with their children, other kin folk along with them, the servants by their sides and all the soldiers, from Lionguards to men at arms, necessary to ascertain their safety, the flags of red and gold stretched some distance back from where Tiber rode with his family at the front. The show of force and solidarity, intentional or otherwise, likely hadn't been seen by the capital city since the Reign of Robert Baratheon and the War of the Five Kings, a little more than a century ago. The Lord of Casterly Rock rode along the cobbled road up to the Red Keep, ignoring the multitude of eyes from the crowds that have gathered to watch the Lannisters and other nobles pass by for the wedding. He was glad that most of the small folks had short memories. For a generation at least no Lannister would care to test his luck by walking the streets of King's Landing, even under armed guards.
Though a bit more safe now, Tiber had taken no chances in having the proper security for the lion house. The swords and blades of the convoy itself could constitute a small army, and larger than what many of the less noble houses could muster. He had even brought one of the more capable Lionguard commanders, Ser Tidus Marbrand, with them. He personally had little to fear for his immediate family: Martyn rode beside them dressed in full plate, Oathkeeper at his side. The Warden of the West himself had on comfortable court clothing, though covered it with a light but very well crafted leather protective suit over it. The crafter of the armor had dyed and painstakingly made it to blend in with the fineries of court, while providing the protection of a leather suit. He looked over to see his beautiful wife next to him, and gave her a smile.
"Not too far now dear, we'll be crossing into the Red Keep soon enough." He looked upward to see the gatehouse of their destination approach, just as Gerald spoke excitedly to his dad.
"Father, would we be able to see the dragons of House Targaryen? Do you think they'll let us play with them?" Tiber looked down to his son, riding a smaller pony next to them. The young boy of ten beamed upward at him, excitement in his eyes.
"Now, now Gerald. Dragons are dangerous creatures, not toys. You'll do best not to worry your mother by being careful around them, understand?" Gerald looked a bit crestfallen but nodded. Just then, his uncle Arnol rode up next to him with a laugh. The Lord of Tarth, middle age warrior turned ruler now, gave clap to Tiber's back.
"While I would tell you not to be too hard on the boy Tiber, not truer words have been said," Uncle Arnol looked to the young boy, who stared back up at him, along with his thoughtful brother. "You'll do well to heed your father. Dragons are dangerous, whether they have four legs or two, their scales red or otherwise." Gerald scrunched his face up as he thought about what his great Uncle meant, but Loreon, who have grown by leaps and bounds lately, looked to Tiber from his own mount.
"But so are lions, isn't that right father?" Arnol gave a roaring laugh while Tiber chuckle and patted Loreon on the head.
"That's right Lore, and the most dangerous lions do what?"
Loreon gave a knowing smile, before replying, "they think and consider everything before they act, rather than the ones that roar and pounce on the nearest prey?"
"Good boy." Tiber smiled, as they finally reached the gatehouse. The guards spotted them long ago, and had already swung the doors wide open. Riding in, Tiber couldn't help but picture a time when the golden lion flew high above the walls. And what that got us in return, he thought just as he registered his uncle's voice again.
"By the Seven Tiber, you're making the little tyke into the very image of you."
Tiber gave a look over to the Lord of Tarth as he swung his legs off of his horse, dismounting and handing the reins over to a waiting servant. "Nay uncle, merely preparing him to take my place as our heads one day." He then moved over to help Leanne off of her mount, while Loreon did the same for Gerald, to the chagrin of the latter, before going down the line to offer his assistance the other ladies and children of House Lannister of the large convoy just arriving to the center of Westerosi Politics.
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Broncos
King of Villainy
When the woman got up, he thought "Well, she's definitely Iverna Baratheon,". He knew her personality: Bold and arrogant. "Just like Robert Baratheon," Jasper thought "Let's hope she isn't as much of a drunkerd as him,". He then retracted his hand and said "Jasper Arryn, at your service,". He then smiled and said "Want to head down to the city? I know a good bakery that's quite fine and to the standards here of the Red Keep that is close to the here as well. I used to go there all the time during my extended stay here,"
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Savagai
The Weirdo
Axell Tyrell
King's Landing, The Crownlands
"Well, this is certainly bigger than Old Town" Axell said to nobody specially. He was sitting on his fierce black horse and had enjoyed the ride towards King's Landing. He had talked to some of the ladies, some of the lords and other servants of them. They came with a quite a big group, and the green gold banners moved slowly in the winds. Axell's father had chosen two other Lord and Lady from other houses in the Reach to join them. Redwyne and Rowan.
[SIZE= 16px]The City lay in front of them, Axell recognized some of the banners, especially those big red and golden flags. Axell knew his father had some plans on this wedding, and hopefully Matthos would give it as a task to Axell so there wouldn't be any troubles. Lord Matthos hasn't been a that good leader, his personality is really distanced and cold. His wife, Victaria was a little warmer and managed to keep the Reach one.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]Axell gave his horse orders to ride to the front of the group. The gates were open and he nodded at the guards. He decided he could better be prominent for the Tyrell's instead of his father. It would be better.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]With a big smile, he rode towards the Red Keep. Inside, he gave his horse to one of the stable boys, who blushed because he got the honour to care for the horse of a real Lord. The first thing Axell wanted to see were the gardens, but he had things to do.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]He helped his Lady Mother to dismount her horse, and made sure everyone was already and being cared for. After that, he saw Lord Tiber Lannister. With a firm walk he moved over to the lord "Greetings, Lord Tiber" [/SIZE]
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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"Is that really proper,?" Ivana teased, tucking a lock of hair behind her air and flashing another charming little smile. Truth be told, she was growing rather bored of wandering alone around the Red Keep. Perhaps nobody would miss her if she slipped away with this strange but oddly charming new man-- she would quite like to explore a little, after all, and she had always found that guards were rather cumbersome. She wouldn't go alone but this man would probably do as an escort.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"Alright then, I think I might take you up on that offer, Jasper Arryn." [/SIZE]
Broncos
King of Villainy
"Of course, my lady," Jasper said as he kissed her hand. He then began walking over to his carriage and waited for her. She was quite the good looking woman, he knew, as she had quite the nice breasts, hips, eyes, and hair. Add that to the fact that she was the lady of Storm's End and, well, you got a complete package. He then waited for the charmed lady herself and add quite the inviting smiled on his face
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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]A trip into town with somebody who knew their way around would be a nice chance, Ivana had decided, and so she happily followed after Jasper, in a much better mood than she had been only ten minutes ago. That was the thing about the little brunette, she changed her mind so quickly, whether it was her mood or her opinion about something. She could blink and then have a totally different view on a situation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"So you have come for the wedding, I take it?" She asked, trying to engage in polite small talk as she didn't really know what to talk about. Hell, she didn't even know if this Jasper Arryn was a talkative person. For all she knew, he could be shy. It occurred to her as she approached the carriage that she had no clue about this man and he could even be lying about who he was. Perhaps he had vile intentions-- he [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]could be planning to murder her as soon as the carriage door shut. No, she was just worrying for the sake of it, and it would be fine. [/SIZE]
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Broncos
King of Villainy
"Well," Jasper said "I am here for the wedding. Also, I will say, last time I was here was when my farther wanted me to marry and fuck some ugly lesser lord's daughter,". He chuckled but he had an angry look in his eyes. He hated his farther and every thing he stood for. He was weak, pathetic, and in decisive. Hell, Jasper sometimes even wished that he killed his farther sooner than he did. When the carriage finally got to the bakery, he opened the carriage door and offered his hand, saying "Are you coming, Lady Ivana?"
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[FONT= 'Courier New']Vaella Targaryen[/FONT]
[SIZE= 11px]Ah, a wedding. Vaella had always been secretly fascinated by the frivolity and lavishness of the events she had attended and though she had changed outwardly as she grew older, she had never grown out of that particular trait.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]As she left the building she stepped outside and let out a breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding. Being outside and going for little walks in the gardens had always calmed her throughout her life, though nowadays she simply strolled rather than bounded around as she had done during her childhood. There was something different about the garden when she stepped outside, however-- sat on a bench not too far away was one of her brothers, Aelyx. Truth be told, he wasn't the brother she was most looking forward to being reunited with (although she knew it was wicked to have that sort of thought), but she still cared about him and seeing him for the first time in a while was exciting.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"That's quite the armour they have," [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]Vaella commented casually, striding somewhat casually towards her brother Aelyx, whom she hadn't seen for quite some time. Truly, that was the simplest way she could think of to enter into some sort of conversation with the man; she hadn't been awkward in a long time, but somehow she was feeling a little tongue tied for once. When she arrived in front of Aelyx, she didn't join him on the bench, just stood there and looked him up and down thoughtfully.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]She paused for a moment or so, just standing there in silence, before she finally tucked a lock of delicate fair hair behind her ear and smoothed down the bodice of her dress before her lips finally curled into a smile.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"You're looking well."[/SIZE]
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"Oh!" Ivana's doe eyes widened and for a moment it almost seemed as though she was offended by his bluntness and coarse language. Then, her lips curled into a smile and she gave a soft, tinkling laugh, shaking her head and looking down at her lap. "You're rather funny, you know."
Distracted by peering out of the carriage's window, Ivana missed the angry look in her companion's eyes. In fact, she was so caught up in her own thoughts and musings that Jasper's question jolted her back to reality rather abruptly.
"Oh! Yes, sorry, I drifted off a little, I'm afraid."
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Knight of Nevermore
Walking quickly, Tom flicked his wrist, throwing the cape back across his shoulders as he approached the two converging parties. As he approached, a few of the castle staff quickly moved to get out of his way, recognizing the sigil and armor he wore. As he approached, he quickly noted the two lords, running through all the things he knew about each of them in the few seconds it took him to cross the ground between them.
Removing his helm, he briefly nodded his head to the two lords, before turning to address Tiber Lannister. My lord Lannister, I am Tom Brax, and represent prince Aelyx Targaryen. He requests to speak with you at your earliest convenience." Reaching into a small opening in his armor, Tom pulled a white letter, bound with orange cloth, and handed it to Tiber. Turning to the other Lord. "My apologies for interrupting your discussion, my lord." Donning his helm once more, he quickly turned on his heels, heading back towards the Keep interior.
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Turning his head at the new voice, Aelyx rose to his feet quickly, letting a brief smile play across his face. "Yes, I am doing well, sister. As I must say you seem to be doing as well." Leaning down, he briefly gave her a hug, before rising back to his full height. Turning his attention, he briefly waved at the Jornah standing at the door, who nodded and quickly moved out of immediate sight.
"It has been some time since I have seen you sister, how have you been?"
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Removing his helm, he briefly nodded his head to the two lords, before turning to address Tiber Lannister. My lord Lannister, I am Tom Brax, and represent prince Aelyx Targaryen. He requests to speak with you at your earliest convenience." Reaching into a small opening in his armor, Tom pulled a white letter, bound with orange cloth, and handed it to Tiber. Turning to the other Lord. "My apologies for interrupting your discussion, my lord." Donning his helm once more, he quickly turned on his heels, heading back towards the Keep interior.
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Turning his head at the new voice, Aelyx rose to his feet quickly, letting a brief smile play across his face. "Yes, I am doing well, sister. As I must say you seem to be doing as well." Leaning down, he briefly gave her a hug, before rising back to his full height. Turning his attention, he briefly waved at the Jornah standing at the door, who nodded and quickly moved out of immediate sight.
"It has been some time since I have seen you sister, how have you been?"
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King of Villainy
Jasper went back to reality. He sighed and was thankful that she didn't see that as when you peer into an angry man's eyes like Jasper's, you see pure anger and it looks straight back. He then said "Hey, you got me, my lady, there is nothing to fear,". He then offered his hand again as the door on his side of the carriage was still open
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[FONT= 'Courier New']Vaella Targaryen[/FONT]
[SIZE= 11px]The hug was received gratefully and Vaella lingered on for perhaps a moment or so longer than she should have, comforted by someone who was familiar and yet foreign all at the same time. When she pulled back and looked up at him, she flashed a rare smile, the sort of warm one that she reserved only for her immediate family.[/SIZE]
"I have been... Well, I have just been lonely, I suppose," Vaella responded vaguely after considering the question for a few beats. What with several of her siblings living elsewhere and her father having fallen terribly sick, she had been seeking company and failing to find it. There were animals of course, but one couldn't have a proper conversation with a cat (or indeed, a little dragon hatchling), and even her handmaids kept their responses blunt and lacking in opinion for fear of being reprimanded. Still, no time to dwell on negativity, she was supposed to be in good spirits! After all, there was a wedding creeping ever closer.
"Enough about me, anyway. How has life been treating you, then?"
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[SIZE= 11px]"What happened to this other woman, then? Did you not wed after all?" Ivana queried. It was rude to pry into other people's business, she knew that, but often her curiosity got the better of her. Besides, this man didn't seem too guarded or private, and from the way he had spoken so casually about the arrangement earlier he probably wouldn't mind elaborating just a tad. Well, she hoped he wouldn't mind, anyway-- it'd be a shame to offend somebody so soon after arriving.[/SIZE]
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Tiber Lannister
Red Keep , King's Landing , The Crownlands.
Lord Tiber Lannister had no quicker finished helping his wife off of her horse when a voice called out to him. Turning, he saw a young brunet man walking towards him. Gracing the newcomer with a smile, the Lord of Casterly Rock replied, "ah, Axell Tyrell, the pride of Highgarden. I trust and your family are well?" He had been acquainted with the man before, though this is the first they have spoken together outside of court. Tiber had worked with the Lord Willas Tyrell in the past, mostly on the import of foodstuffs into the Westerlands, and had familiarized himself with both the man and his heir, Matthos. "Have you met my wife? This is my better half and the true power of the Westerlands, Leanne Lannister. Dear, this is one of Lord Willas Tyrell's sons, Axell Tyrell." Just then a knight walked up to them, to which he recognized as one of the Brax. He reached out for a greetings but instead got a letter in his hands instead. The knight quickly began walking away, but Tiber called out to him. "Tom? Wouldn't you like to see your kin? I'm sure Leanne would like to see how you're doing." Just then Lord Edwyn walked over, and gave a quick bow to Axell. Tiber quickly switched back. "Ah, this is Lord Edwyn Lannister of Lannisport. Uncle, this is Axell Tyrell. Willas' secondborn." The older man, in half plate, gave a nod to the young Tyrell.
"Greetings Tyrell."
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Red Keep , King's Landing , The Crownlands.
Lord Tiber Lannister had no quicker finished helping his wife off of her horse when a voice called out to him. Turning, he saw a young brunet man walking towards him. Gracing the newcomer with a smile, the Lord of Casterly Rock replied, "ah, Axell Tyrell, the pride of Highgarden. I trust and your family are well?" He had been acquainted with the man before, though this is the first they have spoken together outside of court. Tiber had worked with the Lord Willas Tyrell in the past, mostly on the import of foodstuffs into the Westerlands, and had familiarized himself with both the man and his heir, Matthos. "Have you met my wife? This is my better half and the true power of the Westerlands, Leanne Lannister. Dear, this is one of Lord Willas Tyrell's sons, Axell Tyrell." Just then a knight walked up to them, to which he recognized as one of the Brax. He reached out for a greetings but instead got a letter in his hands instead. The knight quickly began walking away, but Tiber called out to him. "Tom? Wouldn't you like to see your kin? I'm sure Leanne would like to see how you're doing." Just then Lord Edwyn walked over, and gave a quick bow to Axell. Tiber quickly switched back. "Ah, this is Lord Edwyn Lannister of Lannisport. Uncle, this is Axell Tyrell. Willas' secondborn." The older man, in half plate, gave a nod to the young Tyrell.
"Greetings Tyrell."
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Pausing in his steps, Tom briefly turned back, looking over his shoulder. "Perhaps when you are more settled, Lord Lannister. Other matters to attend to at the moment as well, but at another time." Nodding to the Lord, he turned his head and briefly smiled at Leanne, before turning and continuing on his path back towards the Keep.
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Falling silent for a moment, Aelyx turned to look out over the city, before letting out a deep sigh. "In all honesty, sister, I have been tired as of late. With fathers sickness, and rising threats across the Kingdom, I have found myself often stressed over many things. Though, I am sure that fathers sickness weights more heavily on you than I." Turning he walked over to the side of the garden, looking out once more over the city of his birth.
"In all honesty as well, I feel ill at ease here. This was where we were all born...but this does not feel like home to me."
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Falling silent for a moment, Aelyx turned to look out over the city, before letting out a deep sigh. "In all honesty, sister, I have been tired as of late. With fathers sickness, and rising threats across the Kingdom, I have found myself often stressed over many things. Though, I am sure that fathers sickness weights more heavily on you than I." Turning he walked over to the side of the garden, looking out once more over the city of his birth.
"In all honesty as well, I feel ill at ease here. This was where we were all born...but this does not feel like home to me."
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[FONT= 'Courier New']Vaella Targaryen[/FONT]
[SIZE= 11px]Vae[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]lla listened quietly as her brother replied to her question. She had always been a good listener, able to detect the little things in somebody's voice that would betray their true meaning-- some people's voices were slightly different when they were lying, for example. Still, her brother seemed to be telling the truth, and why would he lie to her? Of course he was stressed, anyone would be in his position.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"I am sure it has changed since your last visit," Vaella agreed softly, coming to stand beside him and follow his gaze out across the place where they had grown up. The building was still the same, but so many other things were different, from the decor to the people. They were no longer children.[/SIZE]
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Folding his arms across his chest, Aelyx listened to the sounds of the city for a few moments, before a smile came to his face. "So little Aegon is getting married? I didn't believe the news when I heard it. More than anything, I am surprised he got married before some of his elder siblings, myself included. Never would have thought it..." Shaking his head, he relaxed his posture, before a frown came to his face again.
"Things are going to change, sister. Change for the better. This wedding is just the first step to a better future for our family, and the realm." A dark pride came to Aelyx's eyes as he spoke the words, looking out over city.
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"Things are going to change, sister. Change for the better. This wedding is just the first step to a better future for our family, and the realm." A dark pride came to Aelyx's eyes as he spoke the words, looking out over city.
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King of Villainy
Jasper could be an loose man, but he wasn't going to play all of his cards in front of her. Jasper then said as he went into the bakery "Well, I was able to talk some sense into my farther, Gods know he didn't have any sense whatsoever, and I was able to back out of the betrothal. After that, I quickly returned to the Vale to continue my quest to get trade into Gulltown,". He then held the door open for Ivana
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Alysia Webber
King's Landing, the Crownlands
Twelve days ago they'd left the flowered courts of Highgarden that had begun the most exotic place she'd ever known, and become a home away from home. Twelve days riding down the Kingsroad - in the same direction! - taking Alysia farther away from home than she'd ever been and to a place out of song and fable. King's Landing! Where Aegon the Conqueror had first set foot on Westeros before he went on to unite the Seven Kingdoms and put an end to all the endless fighting! Home to noble kings, gracious ladies and knights without peer - and dragons! Dragons of terrible beauty, come again with the return of the Targaryens!
Lady Rhea Rowan had enjoyed the excited chatter of her favourite handmaiden for every one of those twelve days on the road (save for the seventh, when she claimed she was feeling poorly and ordered the girl on a series of errands far from her sight), though she was perhaps not quite so lost to the romantic pageantry of it all. After all she was here at least in part as part of her father's schemes to wed his daughter to a powerful lord, and that meant she dared not be blind to all the political implications of calling the most powerful lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms together for the first time in half a generation. She gossiped every bit as eagerly as her friend, but kept one eye open for opportunity and threat alike.
Alysia had no such concerns, riding gaily at her lady's side through the Gate of the Gods and down the main street to the Red Keep itself. She didn't see the poor, or the craftsmen at their work; everywhere she looked she saw knights in the rainbow heraldry of a hundred hundred houses as they rode higher and higher to the royal seat itself. Behind its red stone walls the knights dismounted in a clatter of plate and mail and she returned to herself with a rosy blush; slipping from her palfrey to help her lady down, then giving strict instructions to the servants and stable lads about the proper disposition of their bags and mounts alike. Freshly arrived, it was for Lady Rhea to attend the circle by Lords Tyrell and Lannister - Alysia needed to ensure her quarters were ready when she wanted them. And also that she knew where they were.
Looking up (and up) at the Red Keep, that might not be as easy as she'd imagined.
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Jaehaerys Targaryen
King's Landing, the Crownlands
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
That was the thought that kept going through his mind as Jaehaerys sat at the table in the tower room. At a glance he should be all at his ease - the room was airy, well lit and richly appointed with a broad vista out over Blackwater Bay. The blond-haired man with his violet eyes was dressed in his customary black and red, the dragon on his tunic picked out in silver and red jasper. He was a Targaryen in his home, the very realm at his feet. So why was he dismayed? He signed his name with a flick of his quill pen, and shoved the paper across his desk to join a pile of other bills. The costs of this wedding kept mounting, and while he didn't mind in truth - he loved his brother, and he deserved a show of splendor to celebrate his nuptials - it highlighted the growing weakness at the heart of the Seven Kingdoms. Tradition said that these expenses were marked and audited by the Master of Coin, but the final authority was the Hand's or the King's. He knew how frail his father was these days though, and with the Hand increasingly occupied in covering for his absence it was a rare bill that would make it into either of their hands. He looked over another bill (this one for eleven hundred cheeses), scribbled a query at the bottom of the parchment, slid it sideways into a smaller pile for later review and looked up at a soft clearing of a feminine throat.
In the doorway of his chamber stood a lovely young woman with lustrous chestnut hair, her willowy frame draped in a gown of sapphire with slashes of scarlet curling up from its hem toward the gentle swell of her belly. "And how does my brooding storm on his brother's wedding day?" There was an affection in her voice that hadn't been there when they first met, a moon before their marriage. Then she had been scarcely more than a girl, intimidated by the dragon prince who had come into her home and fearful of dishonouring her family through some imperfection. It had taken him nearly a year to wear away the cautious courtesy with which she guarded herself, and she had stolen his heart at the same time.
He rose to his feet, his grave expression washed away with a sudden smile. "Aemma! You are as radiant - and surprising - as the morning sun peeking over the ocean." She laughed as he stepped around behind her and slid his arms about her waist. One of the advantages of being tall, he reflected comfortably, was moments like these when he could tuck his lady's head in beneath his chin and her entire body into the shelter of his arms. They looked good together he thought, turning them towards the mirror at the end of the hall.
This revery was interrupted by a swat on his arm. "Rogue. You can't distract me that easily. Your brother and the other guests are arriving and you promised you were going to be social!"
"I was - I am social!" he protested. "I was going to be down in a minute, I was just-"
"I know what you were just," she interrupted with a laugh. "And I promised I wasn't going to let you do that to yourself, remember? To love and honour?"
"I seem to remember there was some mention of 'obey'," he mock-grumbled as she escaped his arms.
"And so I will. But at the moment you have your own obeying to do, my knight." She linked her arm with his. "You wouldn't leave a poor pregnant woman to descend all those stairs on her own now, would you? Who knows what could happen to her without knightly protection?"
With a laugh he abandoned all notion of going through the remaining bills for the day's festivities. There would be time for that later, and if a few suppliers managed to gouge the Crown for a little more than their due, well... the Treasury would sustain it, and today he just wanted to be Jaehaerys.
King's Landing, the Crownlands
Twelve days ago they'd left the flowered courts of Highgarden that had begun the most exotic place she'd ever known, and become a home away from home. Twelve days riding down the Kingsroad - in the same direction! - taking Alysia farther away from home than she'd ever been and to a place out of song and fable. King's Landing! Where Aegon the Conqueror had first set foot on Westeros before he went on to unite the Seven Kingdoms and put an end to all the endless fighting! Home to noble kings, gracious ladies and knights without peer - and dragons! Dragons of terrible beauty, come again with the return of the Targaryens!
Lady Rhea Rowan had enjoyed the excited chatter of her favourite handmaiden for every one of those twelve days on the road (save for the seventh, when she claimed she was feeling poorly and ordered the girl on a series of errands far from her sight), though she was perhaps not quite so lost to the romantic pageantry of it all. After all she was here at least in part as part of her father's schemes to wed his daughter to a powerful lord, and that meant she dared not be blind to all the political implications of calling the most powerful lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms together for the first time in half a generation. She gossiped every bit as eagerly as her friend, but kept one eye open for opportunity and threat alike.
Alysia had no such concerns, riding gaily at her lady's side through the Gate of the Gods and down the main street to the Red Keep itself. She didn't see the poor, or the craftsmen at their work; everywhere she looked she saw knights in the rainbow heraldry of a hundred hundred houses as they rode higher and higher to the royal seat itself. Behind its red stone walls the knights dismounted in a clatter of plate and mail and she returned to herself with a rosy blush; slipping from her palfrey to help her lady down, then giving strict instructions to the servants and stable lads about the proper disposition of their bags and mounts alike. Freshly arrived, it was for Lady Rhea to attend the circle by Lords Tyrell and Lannister - Alysia needed to ensure her quarters were ready when she wanted them. And also that she knew where they were.
Looking up (and up) at the Red Keep, that might not be as easy as she'd imagined.
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Jaehaerys Targaryen
King's Landing, the Crownlands
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
That was the thought that kept going through his mind as Jaehaerys sat at the table in the tower room. At a glance he should be all at his ease - the room was airy, well lit and richly appointed with a broad vista out over Blackwater Bay. The blond-haired man with his violet eyes was dressed in his customary black and red, the dragon on his tunic picked out in silver and red jasper. He was a Targaryen in his home, the very realm at his feet. So why was he dismayed? He signed his name with a flick of his quill pen, and shoved the paper across his desk to join a pile of other bills. The costs of this wedding kept mounting, and while he didn't mind in truth - he loved his brother, and he deserved a show of splendor to celebrate his nuptials - it highlighted the growing weakness at the heart of the Seven Kingdoms. Tradition said that these expenses were marked and audited by the Master of Coin, but the final authority was the Hand's or the King's. He knew how frail his father was these days though, and with the Hand increasingly occupied in covering for his absence it was a rare bill that would make it into either of their hands. He looked over another bill (this one for eleven hundred cheeses), scribbled a query at the bottom of the parchment, slid it sideways into a smaller pile for later review and looked up at a soft clearing of a feminine throat.
In the doorway of his chamber stood a lovely young woman with lustrous chestnut hair, her willowy frame draped in a gown of sapphire with slashes of scarlet curling up from its hem toward the gentle swell of her belly. "And how does my brooding storm on his brother's wedding day?" There was an affection in her voice that hadn't been there when they first met, a moon before their marriage. Then she had been scarcely more than a girl, intimidated by the dragon prince who had come into her home and fearful of dishonouring her family through some imperfection. It had taken him nearly a year to wear away the cautious courtesy with which she guarded herself, and she had stolen his heart at the same time.
He rose to his feet, his grave expression washed away with a sudden smile. "Aemma! You are as radiant - and surprising - as the morning sun peeking over the ocean." She laughed as he stepped around behind her and slid his arms about her waist. One of the advantages of being tall, he reflected comfortably, was moments like these when he could tuck his lady's head in beneath his chin and her entire body into the shelter of his arms. They looked good together he thought, turning them towards the mirror at the end of the hall.
This revery was interrupted by a swat on his arm. "Rogue. You can't distract me that easily. Your brother and the other guests are arriving and you promised you were going to be social!"
"I was - I am social!" he protested. "I was going to be down in a minute, I was just-"
"I know what you were just," she interrupted with a laugh. "And I promised I wasn't going to let you do that to yourself, remember? To love and honour?"
"I seem to remember there was some mention of 'obey'," he mock-grumbled as she escaped his arms.
"And so I will. But at the moment you have your own obeying to do, my knight." She linked her arm with his. "You wouldn't leave a poor pregnant woman to descend all those stairs on her own now, would you? Who knows what could happen to her without knightly protection?"
With a laugh he abandoned all notion of going through the remaining bills for the day's festivities. There would be time for that later, and if a few suppliers managed to gouge the Crown for a little more than their due, well... the Treasury would sustain it, and today he just wanted to be Jaehaerys.
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