OLD RP - The Crownlands

[JustJazzy]

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Lady Leanne Lannister
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@WanderingJester@Savagai
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The red and gold flags were a much needed drop of color, Lady Leanne Lannister decided, on the dullness of the grey and black out-drop of a city the ensemble of lions resolutely rode through. A crowd of those of lower birth sporting similarly dull colors lurked in the corners of her vision, respectful yet admiring in there shared silence. The quiet hushed the conversations held among the Lannister entourage to a hushed sort of whisper Leanne could easily ignore. And she was glad for the quiet rather then the roar of the crowd, it gave her thoughts time to gather. Resting a gloved palm on the top of her horse's head, in a burst of sporadic maternity Leanne absently-mindedly glanced at each of her children in turn, verifying there spot in the perfect harmony of the group before allowing her gaze to settle on her husband. If the Head Lannister was feeling any misgivings his expression didn't betray him as it didn't falter in it's usual calm. Yet in spite of it she could feel the tenseness of his gaze, practically hear the million thoughts running through his mind. Tiber's eyes dropped to meet her own, a smile up-turning his lips that Leanne easily matched before words begin to spill from his lips.


Nodding her affirmation, Leanne released a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. They were finally here and now she couldn't tell if she'd been dreading or excitedly anticipating the event. Gerald's voice piped up somewhere in the back of her mind, chattering something about 'dragons' and 'play'. A wry smile played at the corners of the Lannister Lady's lips. She'd never heard such words of stark opposites being discussed in the same context, and parted her lips in preparation of telling her son just so. Tiber beat her to the punch however, lightly scolding the boy with a reference to his mother. A soft chuckle bubbled from the Lady of Casterly Rock's lips as she directed her mind from the exchange that was quickly unfolding into a discussion of four rather then the initial two.


The door opened there last millimeter with a barely audible grating of metal on metal as the group made there inevitable entrance. Bringing her horse to a gentle gallop before slowing to a halt, Leanne took the hand her husband offered as she dismounted. Giving the creature a final pat as servants begin to lead the horses into there respective stables, she brushed down what bits of hair had become wind-swept through the course of the ride before meeting the eyes of one she hadn't seen in quite a while. Distracted from her urge to greet the brother she hadn't spoken with in quite a while as her husband introduced her, all flattery and charm, to another man, an Axel Tyrell of Highgarden she believed, Leanne allowed a warm smile to up-turn her lips as she vocalized a greeting.


"Pleasure to meet you," she intoned, although her gaze ran distractedly and back to the approaching man. His frostiness off-putted her - smile faltering for the briefest of moments - for a moment, but she played it off before directing her attention back towards the conversation her husbands was currently immersed in with. Taking in the sureness of the young lord's countenance, Leanne allowed the warm smile to touch her features once more. "I trust your journey here was comfortable one like ourselves?"

 

[diwa]

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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]Miranda Danton[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]Mistress of Whispers[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]The sea was lapping and crashing down below her as she stands near the edge of a cliff overlooking the port of the busy city of King's landing. From afar, it is glistening blue like polished sapphires  as the the sun hits the surface of the deep blue. It was a peaceful sight, but Miranda knew it better. The view is really beautiful up in the Red Keep but if she got close, especially if she went near the dock, the water crashing against the rocks had an awful nasty smell and has is a slight brownish in color. It was polluted by the people living near and in the slums. Garbage and some unwanted matter usually washed up only to be taken and consumed by the sea in time. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"The Drowned gods are not picky on who it consumes."[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] Miranda said, smirking as she watches a familiar sail of a ship she knew only too well, docking in the port. A slight pang of anger flashed within her but it was gone as swiftly as the wind blew passed her jet black hair. No reason to dwell in the past. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"All the gods are cruel." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]she said again in almost a whisper as she turned her back and head straight towards the town. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] Flea Bottom. The festering part of what supposed to be a great city. But nonetheless, Miranda love the place even though it bore no great memories.. It was home. It is home. Besides, it is all about the people and not the place. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] Nobody paid attention to her as she walks in the street of Flea Bottom, granted she earned a few stares but that was it. Despite the expensive looking clothes that she is wearing, she is safe.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]She managed to swing by the Street of Flour first where she bought bread for the hungry people in the slums. A deed she does every once in a while. What she buys only helps a quarter of the people living in the city, she is not that rich to feed the entire Flea Bottom but what she was doing helps.  A grateful nod greeted her and whispers of thank you filled the area as one of the men distributed the food around, Miranda didn't stay long and headed out but she smiled all the same at the people knowing that their gratitude are appreciated though not exactly needed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Girls paraded naked as she started to enter the redlight district of the City. Naked for everyone to see and they are unashamed of it as they flash their bodies around like bait and attracts weak and hungry men. Men whose wife would not lay with them anymore, or perhaps men who just wants to taste different morsel for once are the frequent visitors of the Street of Silk. Men who are afraid of commitment but are hungry for flesh are welcome too.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]At the far corner of the street was her piece of haven in land. Another brothel in the area but her brothel was not like any other. Yes, her brothel was one of the oldest brothels in the area. It was owned by some Lord before the next owner became reckless and stupid and let the class of the place dies. The owner during her childhood days were good enough to at least renovate the place and put some class back . But it was Miranda who made the place look all sophisticated and worthy for the Lords (and Ladies) of the Seven Kingdom again.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] As much as she wanted to help the girls in that district, Miranda still has standards. And they quite high. All the girls in her brothel are all beautiful and charming. Also, Miranda had them taught on how to read and write. They all wore silk or velvet dresses, and they are always proper (if the client wanted them to be all down and dirty; that's when they oblige. But if not, the girls are quite knowledgeable in flirting and building up the appetite of the customer.) Their hygiene is perfect too for they cater only those who can afford to spend money for pleasure so they have to look the part.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]"Mistress," [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]A strawberry haired girl greeted her as Miranda entered the premise.[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]"The package from Pentos arrived. It's in your room."[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]"Thank you, Lia." Miranda smiled at her ever faithful assistant. The girl followed Miranda up the stairs where the strictly the private lodging for the girls are located. The ground floor are for customers and she has enough room to cater thirty people, and that was the only place the client can go.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Up on the next floor, was her bedroom and also her office. Miranda unlocked the heavy wooden door and inside was a circular room. Her room was airy, silk drapes hung by the open window. The honeysuckles were twined at the balustrade of her window. Its bouquet filled the room as the drapes dances with the air. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]There on the table was a medium box that she gingerly opened. Inside was a silver butterfly shaped brooch. Sapphires, diamonds, rubies and amethyst studded the exquisite piece. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]"Beautiful..." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Lia sighed dreamily as she watched Miranda held it up for examination.[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)] "For the wedding? That must have cost a fortune."[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"A man from Pentos owed me one." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]A gleaming smile filled Miranda's face as she adored the trinket in her fragile hands. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"This is nothing, love."[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]"Aren't you suppose to give a gift for the both of them? Not just the princess?"[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] Lia suddenly wondered out loud, she went to the side and took a cup and pour some wine for her Mistress.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"The prince can have me if he wants," [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Miranda flashed a wicked smile towards Lia, her voice was a little flirtatious too. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"The princess can join in too.... if... if she can keep up."  [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]With a chuckle, she put the trinket back on the box and placed it back on her table. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]The assistant smiled and handed her the cup. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]"A lucky man."[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Miranda just shook her head and reached for the cup. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"I won't say that." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]she said enigmatically.. She took a sip and the fruity bouquet of the wine filled her nose. She put the cup down and unlaced her white dress. The silk caress her skin like a lover as it fell down the ground. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"Can you please draw me a  bath?"[/COLOR]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Lia's eyes lingered at the body of her Mistress for a moment, it was glorious and beautiful as ever. No wonder people across the realm gives her lavish gifts. With her own wicked smile, Lia answered.[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)] "Yes, Mistress."[/COLOR]
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[ailurophile]

[FONT= 'Courier New']Vaella Targaryen[/FONT]

Vaella's lips curled into a smile when Aelyx mentioned little Aegon, and she nodded, resting one hand casually on her wide hip. Yes, their brother was to marry a Baratheon soon, and although Vaella hadn't met the girl yet, she was apparently not too bad.


"Yes, I briefed so, although I haven't had the chance to ask him how he feels about it," She nodded, cocking her head to the side and pausing for a moment. It had been ages and ages since she became a woman, and she was still unmarried-- perhaps people would begin to talk. Oh, let them. It wasn't as if she had ever minded what strangers thought of her. She sighed, her smile fading somewhat as she looked up at her brother again. "For the better, you say? I do hope you're right."


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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]"Oh," Ivana repeated, swiftly growing tired of discussing such things-- she lost interest rather quickly, that was something Jasper would have to get used to if he intended to befriend her. That was what she thought he was doing, befriending her-- what else would he want? Perhaps he was just lonely and bored the way that she herself was! In Ivana's mind, not many people had ulterior motives, and she was too distracted by her new surroundings to give much thought to the possibility. She nodded and smiled in thanks and hopped out of the carriage.[/SIZE]
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[Broncos]

Jasper went into the store with Ivana in tow. He then opened the door to see an eloquently designed café with the smell of fresh bread coming in throughout the shop. This made Jasper smile and he sat down at one of the tables. A man came by with two of the freshest loaves of bread with butter, knowing exactly what Jasper wantrd. Jasper then said after swallowing a piece of the fresh bread "Do you like it, my lady?"


@ailurophile

 

[Greenbriar]

Alysia Webber


King's Landing, the Crownlands


Alysia dashed down another of the Red Keep's endless serpentine corridors, slowing as she passed a pair of Royal Guards and doing her best to look as though she knew exactly where she was going. She really had at first, when the servants in the simple white dresses had told her. It had all made sense the way they explained it, only it hadn't mattered had it? She was only going to be following them there anyway as they carried her lady's luggage (and a couple of small bags of her own) so what did it matter if she knew where she was going? Only the amazing sight of the flower of the chivalry of two Kingdoms poured into one courtyard had lured her into staying just a minute too long, sighing in admiration at one knight in particular. When she looked around, she caught just a glimpse of a white skirt disappearing around a corner and at once set off in pursuit of her lady's goods. She caught up quickly - only, it turned out that these were different servants, with a different lady's garments. 


There was only one other way they could have gone, and she set off down that corridor instead. She was lost, but afraid to appear as though she was lost. Maybe if she met someone who knew the way, or someone who didn't matter she could ask... but she wasn't one of the truly high-born, the Lords Paramount and their kin. She had to work with these servants, and she was afraid to have them start laughing behind their hands at her. The servants had said her lady's quarters were in the tower between the rookery and the... the something keep. Somewhere near the Godswood, so at least they would have a garden view. 


As though created by the thought of it, the next corner led her to a hall opening onto a courtyard garden with a small pool in between. Lured by the waters she left the flagstone floor behind for lawn - and caught sight of a strange knight through the doorway opposite, in burnt orange armour and a white cloak. He seemed to be on his way elsewhere, but seeing a knight in her distress (and the hope that he was foreign enough that she wouldn't see him again) loaned her courage and she called out before he could disappear.


"Ser Knight? Ser Knight, might I beg a moment?"


@ArisenMoon - it's Tom, so up to you if he responds or keeps heading back.]

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Jaehaerys Targaryen


King's Landing, the Crownlands


"Have a little faith, sister."


The orange-armoured knight at the doorway looked as though he was considering challenging Jaehaerys, but the Targaryen prince in his distinctive crimson and black simply gave him a level stare and entered the garden with his lady at his side.


"Aelyx, Vaella," he smiled broadly. "When the Gods see fit to bring us together once more, how can you doubt that things are improving for the better?" He brought his lady in to the leafy courtyard (on the other side of the Keep from a certain lost handmaiden) then kissed his sister upon the cheek. He offered his brother a hand instead, though he appears no less pleased to see him. "Does it truly take a royal wedding to pry you out of Summerhall these days? It's been what... years?"


He turned and reached out to his wife, his violet eyes warming, "You've met my Aemma of course. If not for Aegon's wedding, we'd have found some reason to invite ourselves to see you soon."


Aemma approached and took his hand, curtsying carefully to Vaella and Aelyx in turn. 


@ArisenMoon - (yes, again) for Aelyx


@ailurophile - Vaella

 

[Grammatic]

Coming to a halt, Tom turned to find the owner of the new voice. Seeing a small woman approaching, Tom nodded his head, walking towards the lady, whom, if he had to take a guess, appeared to be a hand maiden. Coming to a halt in front of her, Tom briefly inclined his head to the woman below him, looking her in the eye. Smiling, he rises back to his full height, allowing his white cloak to settle around his armored form. Flexing his shoulder, he allowed the cloak to slide away from his shoulder, revealing his right shoulder. Seven black horizontal lines, surrounded by a sun icon stood out, as Tom let his hand rest on his sword hilt.


"How can I be of assistance, my lady?"


@Greenbriar

 

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[FONT= 'Courier New']Vaella Targaryen[/FONT]

[SIZE= 11px]"Brother!" Vaella exclaimed suddenly when she heard another familiar voice. The princess turned away from Aelyx and smiled broadly, all but ignoring the gentle kiss Jaehaerys bestowed upon her and instead throwing her arms around his neck in an informal but meaningful hug. Throughout her childhood she had tried not to play favourites among her siblings, but she had always been close with Jaehaerys and she couldn't help being happy to see him.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]Regaining her composure, she pulled back and adjusted the plunging neckline of her dress to make sure she was adequately covered-- her actions had rumpled the garment a little. Glancing down at the floor and hoping that the blush in her cheeks would fade away swiftly, she cleared her throat before looking up and returning Aemma's curtesy. Sure, she was often cold to those who she was unfamiliar with, but Aemma was such a sweet woman. Besides, she was her brother's beloved wife![/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]"Aemma, you're as lovely as ever." She complimented sweetly.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 11px]"It's nice, I suppose,"  Ivana mused, picking at a small chunk of bread. Truth be told, she was more interested in the people around her than the food that had been placed before her-- already, she was beginning to lose interest in Jasper. She was rather childish in the sense that her attention span was somewhat limited and it took quite a lot to capture her full concentration. Letting out a slightly dramatic sigh, she rested her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her palm, going forlornly at the door. "I have had better." She added coldly. It wasn't really true but she was in an irritable mood once again.[/SIZE]


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[Ms MistyEye]

A thin film of sweat coated Logan's for head as they mounted what he hoped would be the final hill in their journey. Riding for three weeks was tiring business but it wasn't Logan's cause for exhaustion. It was the weather, whilst not unbearably hot it was warm enough to offset the Northern Lord. Growing up in the land of wind and snow left Logan with little tolerance to heat. He had only been to King's Landing once in his youth but even then he hadn't been in full armour. He had long discarded his heavy cloak and was tempted to shed yet another layer when they rounded the hill's peak and their goal came into view. King's Landing, glittering in all its glory. Logan felt a collective sigh of relief from the convoy as their destination was finally within sight. He paused briefly, his tired steed coming to a halt. Behind him the convoy followed suit, everyone taking a welcome rest. Logan's unease hadn't yet left him and a general discomfort pervaded his mind. Planning the journey was bad enough but now that their goal was within reach all Logan could think about was returning North. 'They needed to do this' he reminded them self. For their father. After a few minutes more he signalled the rest of the convoy with a youthful shout, ordering them forwards to the city.


Within the hour they had arrived at the city gates which had opened once the great wolvern banners had come into sight. Towards the back of the convoy Rae rode confidently besides Braedon, in awe at the sheer magnificence of the city. She still wore her leather armour though she too had abandoned her heavy cloak, suffering silently in the heat. Logan had requested she change into a dress for their arrival but eventually relented after Rae promised good behaviour in exchange for attire of her choosing. Though, she did feel somewhat out off place. Not only was she a girl in armor but she was effectively a foreigner in this land, never travelling further south than Moat Cailin. The gaze of the commoners too was making her nervous, not that she had any dislike for the common people, they just weren't her people. She had no idea what to expect.


"Why are they staring so intently? It'seems like they've never seen wolves before." She remarked bluntly to Brandon beside her as the party made there way towards the Red Keep.


@JustJazzy

 

[Grammatic]

Walking forward, Aelyx bowed from the waist, before reaching out and taking the ladies hand, placing a brief kiss on her knuckles.


"A true pleasure my lady, to finally meet your aquiatence. And as for my absence...I have been quite busy as of late. Many things to do, and people to meet."


Looking past them, Aelyx settled hid eyes on Jornah at the archway, who briefly nodded at Aelyx. Grunting, Aelyx rose to his full height, giving the assembled group a smile.


"I know it has been short, but I must depart. I have things to attend to before the wedding. We shall talk more later." Taking large steps, Aelyx quickly departed from the garden, quickly followed by Jornah, his heavy footsteps growing dimmer as they drew farther away.


@Greenbriar


@ailurophile

 

[Broncos]

Jasper noticed her boredom. He had learned to learn people's expressions during his life as if you can't read body language well, you are going to have a bad time. He then said to keep the conversation up "So, tell me, your sister is getting married, right? So, why didn't you marry the prince instead of your sister? Did your farther previously arrange it or no?". He then ordered some Lys wine over and began to drink it after the waiter poured the both of them glasses of it


@ailurophile

 

[Broncos]

"But why would you marry her to the prince?" Jasper asked "I mean, if you don't want commitment, fine, but if I was in your position, I wouldn't have married the prince to someone called the Forgotten Doe,". He then took another sip of his wine


 @ailurophile

 

[ailurophile]

[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]"I don't appreciate you questioning my choices," Ivana wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes a little, beginning to grow weary of the conversation even though it had only just begun. Who was he to imply that she had made the wrong decision? It was a good decision! Besides, she hadn't decided all on her own, others had given their input too... No matter. It would pass. They would have to return to the Red Keep soon anyway. [/SIZE]


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[Broncos]

Jasper knew he'd pushed her too far and said "Oh, I apologize, I was just wondering. Anyway, I must be heading back to the Red Keep, would you join me?". He then stood up and walked over to the door


@ailurophile

 

[Grammatic]

Sprinting down one of the many back alleys of the town, Meria glanced behind her once again, hearing the shouting voices drawing closer. Ducking under a low hanging rope, she quickly turned the corner of the alley, only to run straight into the fist of a large man. Crying out, she stumbled backwards, only to be kicked down to the ground by one of the ones who had been chasing her, but had finally caught up. 


"Thought you could just steal from the Metal Rodents, kid? Didn't your bloody septa ever teach you not to steal?" The last question was accented by a kick to the ribs, Meria crying out once more, before she was rolled over. Laughing, the man leaned down, his rotten breath filling Meria's nose. "Looks like we are just gonna have to teach you the hard way, girl." Standing up, he turned and nodded to the two other thugs, and stepped back to watch. 


Looking up in fear, Meria slowly pushed herself away from the two approaching men, putting her back to the wall, looking around hurriedly. "Help! Somebody, please hel.." Before she could call out again, one of the thugs threw a kick at her face, which Meria quickly dived to the side to avoid.


"No ones comin' ya runt!" Drawing a knife, the man stepped forward, raising the blade, and began to bring it down...


Jerking, the man let the knife fall from his hand, clattering to the ground. Stunned, he slowly looked down, only to see a sword blade sticking from his chest. Coughing, his head finally slumped down, before his body was tossed aside. Standing in his place, a massive figure, wearing burnt orange armor and a white cloak stood, glaring at the two remaining thugs. Leaping forward, he smacked the cudgel from the other mans hand, before quickly shoving him against the wall, and plunging his sword into his stomach. Turning to the leader, he began walking forward, the former thugs body sliding to the ground behind him.


Stumbling back, he began to plead. "Please..please, I can..." His words were silenced by a solid punch to the face, knocking out his few remaining teeth, and throwing him to the ground. Before he could get up, the warrior planted his sword in his back, before pulling it out. 


Turning back to the girl, the warrior found her passed out, and he quickly sheathed his sword, rushing forward to check on her. Finding a pulse, he let out a sigh of relief, before carefully picking her up, and taking her out of the alley, heading towards one of the towns many inns.

 

[ACHA]

The Kingsguard started walking out of the room, one by one, as they all went to go about their assigned duties. Only two men were left in the conference room. One with shoulder-length blonde hair, greased back as he breathed a sigh of relief. The other, a larger man with broader shoulders. His black hair graying in some parts and his great beard covering a majority of his chin as he stood up from his chair.


"Well then, Lord Commander. I guess we should be on our way then." the more seasoned man told the blonde.


"Right." the blonde replied, not before taking another moment of silence to rest. It wasn't easy trying to make the guard detail for the Royal family, as well as managing the security details for this upcoming nuptial. If anything wrong were to happen, the King would have his head.


There was a concerned look on the other knight's face. "Don't worry, lad. You're doing good." he tried to reassure him. "Prester would've been proud. Come."


Albert gave a short nod before standing himself. The two of them walked out the room and headed for the main keep together.


"Listen lad," Ser Rykker started. "Being Kingsguard is heavy work, but there's a reason there's seven of us." he continued. "Don't go burning yourself out."


"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Ser Rykker. For now, we should get to our charges" he replied. He couldn't help it. Being Lord Commander is a heavy responsibility, something that most people are unaware of.


Just as the two entered a corridor from the throne room that led to the King's quarters, they were met with another man. The sight of him stopped them in their tracks for a moment, before realizing who it was. His purple eyes were piercing. Silver hair flowing as he walked down the corridor towards them in his blue and silver doublet. His High Valyrian traits were prominent enough for both Ser Albert and Ser Manfred to see. It was the Hand of the King himself, Lord Aenar Velaryon. They continued walking down the corridor until they were close enough.


Ser Manfred didn't stop and just gave a nod to Ser Albert. When he was close enough to Lord Aenar, he gave a quick bow. "My Lord." he said as he went on his way to guard the King.


"Lord Aenar." Albert said out loud as he walked towards him. When he got close enough, he started walking along beside him. "I was going to report to you that I've just finished assigning the guard duties and security detail for the Wedding, my lord, just as you asked. If there's nothing else, I'll be heading to the prince." he said. "But before that, how fares the king?" he asked.


@Hypnos

 

[Savagai]

Axell Tyrell
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Axell smiled at Tiber "Yes, thank you, my family and I are very well. It was a long ride, but we managed" Axell had meet the man a few times, mostly when the lord was doing business with his father about the food imports.


"I haven't had the pleasure yet, my lady" he made a bow to Leanne and grinned at the comment Tiber made about his wife. The young heir had only been a few times at the Lannister grounds, he knew who were part of the family, but now the faces. 


Back at the place were the Tyrells entered the Red Keep it was really busy, everyone was trying to help their Lord or Lady. Some of the knights were already flirting with some of the better looking handmaidens. 


Axell smiled to Lord Edwyn and answered in the same manner as the lord did "Greetings, Lannister"


[SIZE= 16px]@WanderingJester[/SIZE]

 

[ailurophile]

[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 20px]Lady Ivana Baratheon[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]"Yes, I'd like to go back now. I have things to discuss with my cousin, and I'm tired," Ivana announced, standing up and smoothing down the skirt of her dress before folding her arms beneath her bust and watching Jasper expectantly. She had never been one who spoke a great deal, nor was she one of those people who had a way with her words-- rarely did she sugarcoat them, either. [/SIZE]


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[Broncos]

When he got outside, Jasper realized he had a meeting with the Master of Spies. He then ordered for another carriage and told the driver to take Ivana to the Red Keep and said it was from Jasper. He then boarded his carriage and headed for the Red Keep


When he arrived at the bustling Red Keep, he then began to walk towards the Master of Whispers room and knocked on her door


@TheTraveller

 

[diwa]

 
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Miranda Danton
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Miranda's room smelled like roses and some other exotic flowers shipped from Pentos that Lia added in her bath. Even after she was done, the sweet smell was still in the air. Pentos really has a lot to offer, the climate and the market alone are magical but in King's Landing is where most of the drama happens. No city is too perfect. Lia picked a sophisticated black dress and laid on the bed as soon as she finished her bath. The fabric was soft and smooth, perfect for the climate that day in the city. It was a dress that hugs her curves perfectly but doesn't show too much skin aside from her bare shoulders. Lia also took the liberty of braiding her hair and putting some light stone ornamentals for finishing touches. Before she left, like always, she left the girl in charge.
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Her black hair was flowing freely as she walks inside the Red Keep, even with her light steps, the heels of her shoes were making a sound that echoes on the cold stone halls. Guards were walking around, patrolling the corridors and the grounds, all alert and vigilant. As expected, the security was in top notch. A lot of Lords and Ladies of the old Houses are present in the Keep for the wedding. The Lord Commander will not be sleeping peacefully these coming days, Miranda said to herself.
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Miranda was still not in the mood for talking to some spoiled and pompous people so she decided to head straight to her chambers inside the castle. A surprised expression filled her face momentarily but she easily wiped it with a pleasant knowing smile when she saw the Lord of Vale standing in front of her door. "Lord Arryn," Miranda bowed gracefully at the young Lord. "To what do I owe this pleasure? Or are you just lost, my Lord?" the small smile never wavered from her face as she assessed the young man.
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@Broncos
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[Broncos]

"Ah yes, you must be Miranda," Jasper said kissing her hand. He then continued "I thought we might have a chat as, well, if I remember correctly you had arranged a meeting?"


@TheTraveller

 

[Grammatic]

Meria slowly came to her senses, blinking several times to clear the bleariness from her eyes. Groaning from numerous bruises, she slowly began to take in her surroundings as she sat up. The room she was in was mostly empty, only a desk pushed up against the wall, and a chair, where the man from earlier currently sat. Sitting up quickly, she began to panic slightly, before the man spoke.


"Do not be worried, you are safe now. I mean no harm." Narrowing her eyes, Meria slowly began to climb off the bed, before speaking herself. "Who...are you?" Jumping back as the man rose to his feet, Meria was stunned when he bowed from the waist before her, before rising back to her feet. 


"My name is Maxim Waters, my lady, and I have a few questions for you..."


(Time Lapse)


Several hours after his arrival, the strange figure emerged from his room alone, and headed for the orphanage. Barging in, the sound of raised voices and shouting could be heard for some time, before he emerged again. Returning to the Inn, he proceeded to begin saddling his horses, before heading into the Inn, and helping the girl down the stairs and outside. Hoisting her into the saddle, he quickly pulled himself up behind her, and turned the horse away, heading out of town. Stopping at the messenger post at the edge of town, he quickly penned a message, and sent it along to Summerhall ahead of himself and his charge, to itself then be sent to the capital.

 

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Miranda looked at the man, the family resemblance was remarkable. The late Lord of the Vale may be old but the Young Lord standing in front of her attained some of his traits. However, there are rumors. Dark and very dangerous rumors encircling the new young Lord.  "You are mistaken, my Lord." Miranda said, her voice were quiet but the words were loud enough for him to hear. "I made no such meetings, but nevertheless, you are here. So please, do come in." Her voice were like honey, all sweet and slick. Her eyes never left his even when she step in front of her door to push it open. Their proximity was too close that she could actually smell him, all soap, sweat and musk.
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Her room in the Red Keep is almost identical in the room she has in the brothel. A little spacious, airy and has some fine decors. All given to her and not a single coin from her own pocket was spilled. "Have a sit, my Lord." Miranda pointed at the lush red velvet couch in front of the window. She made her way inside and fished out some cup from her shelf. "Can I tempt you with some wine?" she took a decanter half filled with red liquid. "From Volantis. One of the cities that produces the best wine." Reaching for the cup, Miranda filled it with wine and place it on the round glass table beside them. She just looked at him and smiled, Miranda wasn't anxious but she remained standing, and try to decipher his true intentions.
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[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


Courtyard, King's Landing, The Crownlands.


Lord Tiber Lannister gave a nod as he stood by his wife, and noticing more convoys arriving behind the large Lannister delegation, gestured towards the keep itself.  "Mayhaps we should be out of the way, as other lords and ladies are approaching.  A please Ser Tyrell, we shall chat some more once we're settled and accommodated."  With that, he held out an arm to Leanne, before moving to their designated quarters along with the large Lannister family and their servants and guards, as more of the lords paramount arrive with their own convoys and representatives.


After a little bit of rest and being acquainted with their resting places, the children ran off with their nannies and some of the mothers, while Tiber excused himself from his wife, letting her know that he would be in the gardens with Uncle Edwyn and Uncle Arnol if she wished to join them later on, though he did not wish to burden her with boring "work talk" if she didn't wish to accompany him or merely wanted to spend more time with Loreon or Gerald.  Together with the other two lords, as well as Martyn and a few lionguards, the Lord of Casterly Rock strolled to an overlook at one of the main palace gardens, peering at the sight of the city and Blackwater Bay below.  Hard to believe that this was the very place his grandparent's generation annihilated Stannis Baratheon's fleet.  As he reminisced, the Lord of Lannisport walked up.  "Do you think Leon is holding his own back home?"

Tiber gave a nod.  "He might not be trained in governance growing up, but I've seen him handle men on the field.  He's just the right mix of grand uncle Tyrion and grandfather.  He'll pick it up soon enough."

"And of... the other matter?"

The Warden of the West gave a slight smile.  "That I'll leave up to the gods.  Leon's more like grandfather than grand uncle in that respect, but either way, our plans will come through.  There are other methods to our goals.  I just hope that the other Lords and Ladies would be caught up in their own affairs they would not seek to interrupt our own."

"And if they do?"

"If they do-" Just then Tiber spotted two knights approaching them, and quicken his speech.  "We'll deal with it then."  The knights wore an unpainted armor that resembled House Targaryen.  They walked up before bowing deeply to each, the slimmer one more graceful in his movements than his bulkier companion.

"M'lords, I have a message for you, Warden of the West."  Martyn placed a hand on Oathkeeper's hilt, though he did not move otherwise.  Tiber regarded the knight.  Long brown hair, confident look, and a sword at his side and a shield on his back, also lacking a coat.  Possibly the second born of some out of power house.  The other had a rather large and simple warhammer strapped to his back.  Now he noticed that the two looked rather alike, if one observed past the ruggedness of the second knight as opposed to the eloquence of the first, enough to suggestion relations.  The Lannister Lord gave him a smile before responding.

"Of course, who might we have the pleasure of?  Regarding the letter and presence?"

The knights stood up straight again, before looking directly at Tiber.  "Perkins m'lord.  A small noble family is ours.  I am Laster Perkins and this is my older brother, Ser Torren Perkins.  We represent the House of Dragons."  He gestured to his breastplate, and Tiber stared at him for a moment, regarding the man.  After a pause the Lord of the Lions gave a nod before receiving the letter in his hands.  Without opening it he addressed the Perkins.

"Strange, no Lord Perkins, or is your father away at the moment?  Do you always speak for your brother and your house?"  At that Torren frowned deeper, but Laster gave a laugh.

"Oh nay, this time it is only at my liege's and my brother's requests that I speak for either.  Our father has passed for some time now, and we've been away from Westeros at our liege's request.  I am more familiar with the court matters here, and so Torren has asked me to demonstrate my knowledge of such things.  His strength lies more in the field of battle."  Tiber nodded before opening the letter, scanning it.



"If I should want a reply, how shall I reach your liege?"  At that Laster tensed oh so slightly, and despite holding on to his smile, gave enough for Tiber to notice.

"If not at the festivities, we shall be staying at an Inn on the Hook.  The Fisherman's Rest I believe.  It has a rather impressive catch hanging on the mantle in the dining area."

"Very well, we shall let you know if we wish a response."  With that, the Perkin brothers bowed again, and again Laster being deeper in his greetings than his brother's, and the two vacated the area.  Passing the note to Uncle Arnol and sharing a look with Uncle Edwyn, Tiber gave a calculating smile.  "Looks like the players are truly starting to reveal themselves, and we have options for the future."  Perkins was a synonym for another name, if Tiber's suspicions were correct, the dragons were truly multiplying in droves now, and there was only a single Iron Throne in Westeroes to claim.


@Savagai


@JustJazzy

 

[Broncos]

"Of course," Jasper said taking a seat. He then sat down and took a sip of the wine and said "Your voice is sweet like honey, I will say. However, I know a person like you and, well, when you let that honey voice take over a person, it turns into Tears of Lys. So, tell me, how has your day been?"


@TheTraveller

 

[Grammatic]

Sitting quietly in his chambers, Aelyx slowly finished the ale he was drinking, before tossing the cup aside, hearing it clatter to the floor. Sitting across from him, a fat man wearing rich looking cloth sweated, from his own weight, or from worry, Aelyx cared little. Leaning forward in his chair, Aelyx looked the man in the eye, letting his gaze linger long enough to make the man uncomfortable.


"Tell me, once more, how exactly am I supposed to believe...this!" Gesturing to the papers laid out across the table between the men, Aelyx stormed to his feet, turning his back to the man, listening to him blubber for a response before taking a breath, and trying again. "My Lord, I can assure you, these reports come with the utmost accuracy and confidence. If I need to show you the..."


Spinning, Aelyx held his hand up for the man to stop, before walking over once more, and taking the papers up. Reading them once more, he frowned in annoyance, before tossing them in the air in agitation. "Leave." Without a further word, the man quickly rose and rushed to the door, his large mass barely slowing him as he flung it open and departed, past a annoyed looking Jornah. Walking over to the door, Aelyx briefly instructed Jornah to let no one enter, unless they carried a message or a note from Aelyx himself.


Closing the door, he turned and began cleaning up the papers, before placing them neatly back on the table. Slumping down in the chair, Aelyx held his head in his hands, trying to clear his thoughts. 


"Where are they..."


Suddenly, Alex jumped to his feet, and threw open the door.


"Send word to the Lady Baratheon, request her presence at the earliest convenience."


@ailurophile