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[FONT= 'Courier New']Isla Baratheon[/FONT]
One hundred times. Isla had dragged the brush through her dark hair one hundred times exactly, as she always did before going out. It was almost for luck, a tradition she had just for herself, which was peculiar to some but was something she stuck to. Gently she set the brush down and examined her reflection in the mirror. Truth be told, appearances had never mattered all that much to her. She could acknowledge when people were pretty, and often told them -- her cousin Lysa, for example -- but had never understood why somebody would fret so much over whether or not they were deemed attractive. For once in her life, that worry was making sense, and for a fleeting moment she allowed herself to wonder whether her new husband would find her even the slightest bit appealing. She hoped so.
The young woman was broken from her thoughts by the voice of the very man she had been wondering about. He had called her 'his love', and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Flattered? No, it was merely a nice way to speak to her, nothing more. Isla shook her head to move a dark lock of hair from her eyes and then headed for the door, which she opened and stepped through. There he was, Aegon Targaryen, her husband-to-be. What did she think of the man? Well for starters, he wasn't really a man at all, more of a boy. Yes, he was younger than her, but that wasn't it-- there was something else about him that felt 'young' to her. In a way he almost reminded her of Ivana, relatively influential and perhaps ambitious with no real knowledge of how the world was, and very little experience. The comparison brought a smile to her lips, but it looked more like she was pleased to see Aegon rather than amused by a private joke.
As she moved to join Aegon, Isla glanced back to offer Ser Garth a smile of greeting as well. She had barely said two words to the man but he was sworn to protect Aegon, so it didn't hurt to at least acknowledge him. There were so many people in the Red Keep that she was yet to speak to or even see, and she wasn't sure if she would ever get around to all of them. Perhaps she didn't really need to. She became lost in gathering her thoughts and remembering who she had already met during the short walk, and only really began to pay attention again when they came to a stop.
"We would love to join you, my lord," Isla spoke for the two of them, but then smiled and looked up to Aegon for confirmation, "Wouldn't we?" It seemed only right to consult him, even if she had already accepted the offer.
[FONT= 'Courier New']Ivana Baratheon[/FONT]
Lysa's comment brought Ivana out of her brooding thoughts, and the young woman turned to look at her. For a moment it seemed she might dismiss her sister's remark, but then her lips curled into a smile that revealed her dimples and she gave a bit of a giggle.
"Honestly Lysa, if I didn't have you I think I would keel over and die of boredom right at this moment," She announced dramatically, placing her hands on her hips and glancing back out onto the melee field. Even if she didn't always admit it, she did care a great deal for Lysa and was somewhat protective over her. The idea of Ivana protecting Lysa was almost amusing, considering the vast difference between their strength, size, and intelligence.
"How are you finding King's Landing so far?" The woman asked her sister, taking a few steps towards her. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the girl curiously. Lysa, when she thought about it, was rather pretty, and it didn't hurt that she also happened to be a lovely person. Isla was getting married, why not Lysa? Perhaps Ivana would be almost as picky about finding a suitor for Lysa as she would be finding one for herself, but it wouldn't be an impossible task.
"Lots of lords. I've met a few myself, have you met any?" She raised an eyebrow, curious, trying to read her sister's expression, "Maybe, if you... Well, maybe the next wedding we go to could be yours! I don't think I've asked you that in a while. Would you like to get married one day?" The excitement of her words was almost childlike as she perched beside Lysa and reached for her hand with a grin.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Lysa's comment brought Ivana out of her brooding thoughts, and the young woman turned to look at her. For a moment it seemed she might dismiss her sister's remark, but then her lips curled into a smile that revealed her dimples and she gave a bit of a giggle.
"Honestly Lysa, if I didn't have you I think I would keel over and die of boredom right at this moment," She announced dramatically, placing her hands on her hips and glancing back out onto the melee field. Even if she didn't always admit it, she did care a great deal for Lysa and was somewhat protective over her. The idea of Ivana protecting Lysa was almost amusing, considering the vast difference between their strength, size, and intelligence.
"How are you finding King's Landing so far?" The woman asked her sister, taking a few steps towards her. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the girl curiously. Lysa, when she thought about it, was rather pretty, and it didn't hurt that she also happened to be a lovely person. Isla was getting married, why not Lysa? Perhaps Ivana would be almost as picky about finding a suitor for Lysa as she would be finding one for herself, but it wouldn't be an impossible task.
"Lots of lords. I've met a few myself, have you met any?" She raised an eyebrow, curious, trying to read her sister's expression, "Maybe, if you... Well, maybe the next wedding we go to could be yours! I don't think I've asked you that in a while. Would you like to get married one day?" The excitement of her words was almost childlike as she perched beside Lysa and reached for her hand with a grin.
[FONT= 'Courier New']Daena Celtigar
& Visenya[/FONT]
If there was one non-human thing that Daena loathed, it was the rain. She couldn't abide the way the droplets rolled down her skin, left little dark splotches on her dresses, created mud that she would have to try and navigate around. No, she did not like the rain, and that meant that the woman was already in a somewhat irritable mood as she entered the king's box. Had the weather been warmer she might have paused to greet the little group of people near the entrance, but in her haste she swept right past them without so much as a glance. There would be time for formalities later on, she supposed, just as soon as she was under cover.
The one thing that was taking the edge off of Daena's irritability was the company that she had. Her two children, Gaemon and Visenya; they were her pride and joy, the two lives she valued so much more than her own. Visenya was a sweet little thing, one hand subconsciously placed on her mothers arm as though breaking physical contact would break the protection that Daena provided, and Gaemon was just... Gaemon. He was her little boy, her perfect young man, and she adored the both of them. That was why she was so protective, because they meant so much to her. As she walked through the box to greet her family, she kept them close to her, just as she always did.
"Father, how lovely it is to see you," Daena greeted Daeron with the smile she reserved for her family and dipped her head in greeting. She would work her way through her siblings later, but for the moment her father was her primary focus.
Beside her, Visenya also dipped her dead in greeting, mirroring her mother. Being in the king's box was both exciting and frightening at the same time for her; there were so many new interesting people to observe, but at the same time she was afraid of offending somebody by mistake. Had she not been so worried perhaps she would have detached herself from her mother to go and explore, but she was still not at ease and so stood close to Daena, silently regarding those around her with her doe eyes. She reached up to tuck a lock of white hair behind her ear, drifting into her own private thoughts and curiosities about those in the box that she was yet to be acquainted with.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
& Visenya[/FONT]
If there was one non-human thing that Daena loathed, it was the rain. She couldn't abide the way the droplets rolled down her skin, left little dark splotches on her dresses, created mud that she would have to try and navigate around. No, she did not like the rain, and that meant that the woman was already in a somewhat irritable mood as she entered the king's box. Had the weather been warmer she might have paused to greet the little group of people near the entrance, but in her haste she swept right past them without so much as a glance. There would be time for formalities later on, she supposed, just as soon as she was under cover.
The one thing that was taking the edge off of Daena's irritability was the company that she had. Her two children, Gaemon and Visenya; they were her pride and joy, the two lives she valued so much more than her own. Visenya was a sweet little thing, one hand subconsciously placed on her mothers arm as though breaking physical contact would break the protection that Daena provided, and Gaemon was just... Gaemon. He was her little boy, her perfect young man, and she adored the both of them. That was why she was so protective, because they meant so much to her. As she walked through the box to greet her family, she kept them close to her, just as she always did.
"Father, how lovely it is to see you," Daena greeted Daeron with the smile she reserved for her family and dipped her head in greeting. She would work her way through her siblings later, but for the moment her father was her primary focus.
Beside her, Visenya also dipped her dead in greeting, mirroring her mother. Being in the king's box was both exciting and frightening at the same time for her; there were so many new interesting people to observe, but at the same time she was afraid of offending somebody by mistake. Had she not been so worried perhaps she would have detached herself from her mother to go and explore, but she was still not at ease and so stood close to Daena, silently regarding those around her with her doe eyes. She reached up to tuck a lock of white hair behind her ear, drifting into her own private thoughts and curiosities about those in the box that she was yet to be acquainted with.