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𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 : artys arryn ! ( @bornstorm )
𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 : festival of the spring bloom – anywhere
“ i have answers to your million questions finally. ” tharon began , walking up to artys with a stupid grin on his face. one he wore anytime he got married , but this time it almost seemed as if there was more to it. “ i married narcissa grafton last night. ” they’d been fairly obvious the next day , but tharon had sought out his best friend as quickly as possible to share the news in person.
the familiarity of the voice brings him to , attention turning to his best friend . ❝ go on .. ❞ brow quick to raise at the other . he’d had suspicions & tharon’s next statement entirely confirmed them . ❝ and this one ? is she to stick ? ❞ he jests , lips upturning into a genuine smile . ❝ i suppose a real celebration is in order once we return to the eyrie then .. but for now .. ❞ he raises his ale filled goblet . ❝ congratulations , brother . i wish the both of you good fortune & many years to come . ❞
family was of utmost importance to the lord and upon spotting one of his younger siblings in the sea full of festival attendees , he makes quick strides over to her . ❝ i see you’ve taken quite the liking to this silly festival .. ❞ a finger moves to teasingly pluck a tiny flower from the woven crown that is sitting atop her head . ❝ haven’t you , sister ? ❞
( for @woewhimsy + niamh ! )
𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖆.
ilana waits to hear what he has to say, heart feeling as though its growing louder with every second they stand there. though the words cerran speaks are expected, they still feel like a slap in the face, causing her to wince upon hearing them. ❝ is that all? ❞ her answer was given to her when she was pulled away, now sure that echoes of her heart would heard in the silence that surrounded them. again, she was stunned by his words, this time in the best way. it was what she wanted… right? she had to literally remind herself that not moments ago he told her he was betrothed, how could this be what she wanted? the close proximity was lost on her until he moved away and like a magnetic pull, she took a step towards him. hands clutching at the skirts of her dress to keep from reaching for him, she manages to say the only thing she really wanted to say after all this time. ❝ i miss you. ❞
the world around him grays in comparison to her . his focus solely being on the girl before him . but just as quickly as he’s filled with elation , a feeling of remorse takes him over . how could he have done so wrongly of her ? and all for his own selfish reasons . and how could she be so seemingly forgiving ? in truth , her words catch him surprise , rather predicting her to turn him away . “ and i , the same . ” he near whispers , as if anyone were able to hear them in their concealed nook of the hall . “ ilana , i cannot think , i cannot sleep , i cannot do anything without the incessant thought of you .. not knowing if you’re well and safe . i cannot bear it . ” he doesn’t move from his position , longing to close the distance between them more so but instead , his index finger moves to toy with a lock of hair that frames her face . “ stay with me . tonight . ” now , his thumb is the one to move , smoothing across the soft flesh of her cheek , as he awaits her response .

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𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 .
her hand nearly jerked away feeling the brush of his fingers on her wrist, but the feeling was gone before she could even begin to enjoy it a little. still, she turned to face him, fighting with everything in her to keep a straight face. ❝ and, what do we have to speak of, my lord? ❞ ilana had found herself wishing for a moment like this for weeks when they all first arrived in king’s landing, but it never came. instead, she avoided him, noticing how he avoided her too. now, she only wished for strength; to be able to keep him from knowing how much he hurt her –– he didn’t deserve it.
lips part to answer but to no surprise , no words were spoken .. he’s at a loss of them , in fact , rather lost in the pools of brown that were her eyes , the ones he’d come to know so well . he soon breaks the silence between them , a sigh emitting ahead of his next words . “ i’m to wed ... ” the words leaving his tongue , the feeling akin to scraping of metal along it .. but she must’ve already heard , news travels fast ; especially when an engagement is involved . and with the presence of the wine he’d consumed during dinner still in his system , he’s given that caliber to dig himself further . the young lord reaches to make contact again , this time , his hand clasping onto hers & he then leads them to a more secluded hall . “ i’m to wed but seven hells , ilana , you’re all i can think about . ” his brows furrow , as if realizing how wrong of him this was , especially so when he’d been the cause their of separation . how he’d ultimately chose his title & his family’s wishes over her . and furthermore , realizing how closely his frame looms over hers , he immediately takes a few steps back . “ my apologies , i just -- thought you ought to know . ”
𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 , 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 .
the dinner is a good distraction, even if there’s a ton inside myranda’s head that she ought to think about rather than looking around looking for anything that her mind could latch onto. it feels just like myranda always thought it would ── unfamiliar, even when surrounded by family, yet one of the most important dinners in the lady’s life, sitting next to the person she’s meant to share a life with and with whom no words had been exchanged with. that is, until he turns to talk about wine, of all things. “lord sunglass,” myranda starts, feigning a gasp. there’s worse conversation topics, she supposes, “you don’t believe we can get through our wedding feast without some wine?” she teases, smirk on her lips as she mirrors the young lord, shifting her own body in her seat. “we should request our own private flagon. i believe we might deserve it. nay, need it. we will have a lot of smiling and nodding to do.”
the lord & his lady ; lady sunglass , the title toying with his thoughts as his fingers drum against the carved table before them . gratefully , her question is enough to pull him back to the present , shaking his head in quick response . “ m’lady , i don’t believe there to be enough wine to get us through that . ” a light laugh follows his words , dark eyes parting to scan the banquet hall , nearly the entirety of those present stags , before returning to her . “ need it , certainly . i’m beginning to believe i’m not much of a favorable match for you . ” he quips , though , there is some truth to it . with little to no family of his own in the reach , he undoubtedly fits the bill for all of the unbridled interrogation . shifting again , this time to lean in closer to the other , his index finger extends to slyly point at a figure leant against the opposing wall . “ that one ? eyes like a hawk . they don’t seem too pleased with our engagement . ” cue another laugh but this one ? not as jovial as the first . eyes skim the embroidery of her dress before meeting hers again , lips parting to ask .. “ are you ? ”
the young lord soon rises from his perch at the head of the long table ; being the basis of conversation growing increasingly tiresome for him & now veering along the edge of insobriety , he chooses to make his way over to the raven haired figure who he’d yet to introduce himself to ; though the pair of eyes belonging to the other seemed to trail him for the near entirety of the night . “ you know -- ” he begins , lips upturning in the slightest of smirks . “ i ought to have a portrait of myself that i’m willing to part with , if you should like one . i believe it to last much longer . ”
[ starter for @woewhimsy ! ]
the young , ruling lord sat , body taut at the decorated table . before him , an array of treats & the finest of breads , all prepared for the rather intimate dinner that would present their engagement to both respective families . and to his left , his soon to be bride , whom a word had not been uttered to . albeit , entirely displeased with his current arrangement , the lady on his side was ultimately not at fault & was he to spend the remainder of his life with her , he would have to become well-acquainted with her at some point & with this in mind , his body shifts more so towards the baratheon lady . “ you suppose we could request this wine be served at our wedding , my lady ? ” he questions , taking another swig of his goblet before resting it back on the table . “ to be quite honest , i don’t believe there to be much better in all of westeros . ”
( starter for @reqality ! )

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𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 .
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it had been a weird few days for ilana, who had gotten some rather sensitive information recently and was in no mood to entertain anyone. usually never one to turn down company, she found herself craving solitude as she pondered all that she had learned. after dinner, she decided to make her way straight to her chambers, avoiding eye contact with those along the way so that she wasn’t caught in an unwanted conversation. when she quite literally bumped into cerran, the woman froze up a little, looking down to indicate she did not wish to speak with him either. ❝ apologies, my lord, ❞ she said, her tone curt as she began to make her way around him and continue on her way.
succumbing to the stresses & strains of the rather informal dinner that he’d been obligated to attend , the intimate celebration commemorating westeros’ newest engagement --- ( that being his own ) , the young ruling lord sought & obtained the ideal window to stealthily make his way out of the hall & retire to his chambers . he trekked the dimly lit corridor & much to his own surprise , his frame soon collides with one much smaller than his . “ ilana --- ” her name barely having enough time to fall from lips before she’s making her way past him & nearly involuntarily , fingers reach to grasp her wrist between them , hoping the action prompts her to turn back to him but just as hastily as it’d happened , he releases . “ ilana .. i would , uh , like to speak with you . ”