𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 / 𝖋𝖚𝖑

Nymor had spent enough time in the ballroom and after searching for a few minutes, he came to the conclusion that Daella was no longer there. He wasn't surprised though, so he left the room and went in search of the Targaryen princess. Nymor checked a few balconies, until he finally came across the one where Daella was at. There were other nobles there as well but they seemed to be too busy in their own conversation to notice their arrival. He didn't even notice that he was staring until she pointed it out. "Oh apologies, I didn't mean to offend you, your Highness." A small chuckle escaped his lips as he walked closer to her. "Shouldn't you be dancing around with some lord?" He asked as he joined her, leaning on the stone railing next to her.

— THE smile that she gives him comes naturally, as does most everything when it comes to nymor. ❝ do ensure it doesn't happen again. ❞ she lifts her chin in what she considers a regal manner, though the authoritative look does not suit her face. daella is turned to face him now, so she has no opportunity to hide her disgusted expression at the mention of dancing with lords. ❝ no, and i refuse to do any more of it. you can tell my brother i'll never marry, and he can send me off to be a septa or something. ❞ though she means to joke, frustration clouds her voice at the mention of marriage, and her relaxed shoulders tense once more.

Rhaekar had spent some time in the room where the festivities were taking place. He knew he had to make his presence known, although as soon as he was able to leave, he didn't hesitate. Rhaekar's goal was to leave the Red Keep and find his way to Saphira, the Celtigar lord was missing his dragon. He walked with his hands behind his back and noticed the confused young woman a few steps away from him. A sigh escaped his lips, he would usually just walk by and not care for the poor lost servant, he didn't know why he stopped. "It's right, left, left." He said simply, judging by the tray in her hands that she was trying to get back to the ballroom.

— COMPANY, she was not expecting, so when a voice called out the proper directions in the otherwise empty hallway, it scared Talia so bad, she jumped half a foot in the air and tragically drops the tray she had been holding. the northerner could not tell which she felt more strongly: embarrassment, that that had been witnessed by whom she presumed to be a noble of some sort, or anger at herself, due to her becoming a cliché and a half. at least she had not poured it on herself. ❝ small mercies. ❞ she mutters to herself, before turning to face the lord, looking sheepish. ❝ m-might you be able to direct m-me to the kitchens, m-my lord, so I m-might clean this up. ❞ she internally curses her wavering voice, a symptom of her incurable shyness.

Rhaekar had been searching for the place furthest away from the festivities. He didn't want to deal with people, definitely didn't want to deal with the other nobles, most trying to get a betrothal with his family. Or more specifically, with him. Rhaekar wandered and found his way to the tower, not surprised that it seemed to be so empty, with most guards focusing their attention on the room where the ball was being held. Rhaekar noticed the other walking out of the meeting chamber, titling his head to the side slightly. "I believe that is none of your concern." He said simply. "I could ask you the same thing ... are you in the small council?"

— THERE is no hesitation as he responds, words flowing out of his mouth with ease, like the practiced liar that he is. ❝ i do believe it is none of your concern, my lord, but yes, i am. ❞ willem's heart had once beat erratically when he would tell a lie, when he was young and inexperienced. now, he stands unwavering while lying bold - faced to a cousin of the royal family. his father had always told him his ambition would get him in trouble one day.

there    is    a    noxious    nature    towards    festivities    that    was    deeply    unwanted    by    the    targaryen    .    primarily    because    he    was    simply    not    built    for    the seemingly    never    ending    cycle    of    menial    conversations    .    the    masks    people    wore    around    royalty    disgusted    him    ,    he    longed    for    the    authentic    burst    of    insanity    .    so    he    seeks    his    books    ,    the    comfort    of    controlled    environments    and    the    serenity    that    comes    with    solace    .    alas    ,    fates    had    other    plans    .    he    rolls    his    eyes    a    the    sound    of    his    sister    before    spinning    on    his    heels    ,    hands    behind    his    back    .    ❝    i    could    ask    you    the    same    thing    dear    daella    ,    don’t    you    have    some    young    noble    you    have    to    torture    with    boredom    ?  ❞

— SHE watches him with unimpressed eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as if disappointed in him. ❝ ❛ torture with boredom ❜ ? is that all you've got, little jace ? ❞ she mocks, a smile growing on her face as she pokes fun at her taller but younger brother. ❝ how can i be the boring one when it is you who is going to hide in his books, once again ? ❞ she teases, not needing to guess that his intentions were similar to her own ; peace, away from the leeches that flooded king's landing right now.

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