where: night four, the feast
who: @vaegonxtargaryen
Edmynโs half-cape swirled around him as he made the last turn. Those watching them and the other dancers began to clap, and Edmyn joined in, nodding at the lady as the players came to a stop. โThank you for the most excellent company, my lady,โ he saidโand she had been, with a quickness of step and grace of those that really enjoyed it. He saw her form the question of another, but he knew what his answer must be, for the moment at least, as her husband had been glaring at him for the entirety of the last dance, and now continued to do so.
Edmyn wasnโt always a fool.
He made the standard excuse of thirst with a grin and a bow, and began to shoulder his way out of the crowd of watchers. He was nearly out of the crowd and to the closest table that held a flagon of mead, when he found himself all but knocking somebody over.
Edmyn stopped the man from falling with a quick hand on his arm. โApologies, I didnโt see you there, myโโ he began, and abruptly realised as he straightened them who he was looking at. Even in the dim hall, there was no mistaking a Targaryen. โYour Grace.โ
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starter: open | location: at night during the feast
it was unsurprising to witness edrick out this late and still at the feast. normally he would have already retired for the night but maybe he was growing accustom to things here. there was alot of differences to what he had grown up with in The North when it came to feasts like this though one thing for sure he was enjoying was the wine. as engrossed as he was to the people watching he was doing, the young stark knew he needed to talk to others and make connections that could one day help in the future. the moment the young wolf noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye, his attention turned to the other, "you think they'll let me take a barrel of whatever wine they are serving back home?" he questioned before glancing around the room. "they were not wrong when people said things are different here."
There was a point in everyfeast when oneโs belly grew heavy with wine and jaw began to hurt from laughter; when the smoke grew dizzying, and the music almost grating. There were those that believed this was the moment at which one ought perhaps to recuse oneself so as not to risk being made a fool of in esteemed company; those people were wrong. This teetering moment, Edmyn had learned, was only a prelude to the true peak of the night: when everything came roaring back into sharp focus, and also became incredibly funny. No feast was truly festive until that point was reached.
This feast was very festive indeed.
An off-hand word stopped him as he turned to go look for the Piper boys once more. Edmyn grinned at the lord, cup in hand and smile on face. Unfamiliar, though perhaps that was only the relative darkness of the room. โYou know, I donโt think theyโd miss it.โ He joined the man, leaning close to be heard. โDifferent to where? I donโt think Iโve beenโฆ I only visit a place once I know the quality of their wine.โ
His sword sliced across the air with an unusual lack of ring. Edmyn had not trained with a sword so blunt since he was ten-and-five, but the rules of the tourney were strict, and he wanted to familiarise himself with his new sword, heavier than his usual hand-and-a-half. It was weary work, such training, and the cloyingly damp air of Kingโs Landing left him with rapidly cooling sweat in more places than he liked to count.
The worst was his hands. Edmyn came to a sharp stop as the blow meant for the straw dummy went awry, rubbing at the back of his neck wryly. Better it happen here than in the melee, at leastโhe could think of little more embarrassing than entering a melee only to lose at once because his sword slipped. Edmyn stepped away from the grounds, itching with the urge to simply pull his shirt away and let the good knights of Kingโs Landing have a day of it. Now, there was an interesting strategyโฆ
Edmyn shook himself, grinning as he reached his waterskin and found a knight there he had had some old acquaintance of. โSer Vorian! What a delight to see you here. Are you preparing for the lists?โ
dayana is sat quietly in her seat, observing the others there as if from a distance. she's in her own head again, far away from this place. her mind plagued by a dream she had just a few nights earlier, certainly meant to tell her something about what is to come. though what it meant to convey, she is still not entirely sure. it's been a more difficult vision to decipher.
just then, someone takes the vacant spot next to her at the table. she quickly turns her head, smiling at her newfound company. edmyn rivers, son of her overlord, the great lord tully. the two are acquainted with one another, being that they don't live all that far from each other, but no one could say they're exactly the best of friends.
"of course not, edmyn. it is a pleasure as always," she says politely. "and how're you finding this evening's festivities?"
There were those, Edmyn knew, who did not like or approve of him within the houses of the Riverlands. It hardly came as a surprise, after all these years; there had been a time when Edmyn had not quite learned the trick of letting their censure slide off him like water, but that time was long past. Even so, it had made him a good hand at recognising when an inquiry, an invitation, a gesture, was made perfunctorily, by somebody who could not dismiss him but might prefer to.
Though Edmyn did not think Lady Dayana took offense to his presence. From what he knew of her, he suspected it was presence at all that disturbed. And besidesโshe had not dismissed him; and he did not like to allow himself to be dismissed without it ever being said.
Edmyn raised a shoulder, leaned his elbow upon the table and his head upon his palm, and gestured around them. โQuite the sightโall of it, wouldnโt you agree? They certainly know how to fete them here; we shall have to take notes for our next great feast. How are you finding it all?โ And then, seizing upon her choice of words: โWhy, Lady Dayana, I donโt know that it has always been a pleasure, butโฆ it could be.โ
Recognition dawned upon Daena with only a few moments of delay โ a combination of the drink and the excitement โ and her brows rose in quiet amusement as Edmyn took it upon himself to inform the old woman of his own future.
The old crone turned a sharp-eyed gaze onto the bastard and smiled, revealing the few teeth she possessed to be stained a bloody red. "Confidence is the folly of many a youth," the woman said, before reaching out her hands to snatch one of Edmyn's between her own. Without preamble, she spat a glob of sourleaf-red spit into his hand, and rubbed it into his palm.
"Oh," remarked Daena, half in interest and half in disgust as she looked in amusement from the old woman to the captive bastard, "is that how soothsaying is done?"
"Not every trout swims the same stream," the witch remarked to Edmyn as she drew a long nail along the red-stained lines of his hand, "you, my boy, have breaks in your line of fate โ and a life for each of them."
Putting himself within striking distance of the seeress had been ill-thought out. Charlatan or not, she didnโt take his jape well. Edmyn wrinkled his nose as a wet gob of spit that looked remarkably like bloodโlike perhaps sheโd lost a tooth in the processโlanded on his palm. She rubbed it in like salt in the wound.
The fortune itself was pretty enoughโฆ and, of course, utterly meaningless. Though there was something of interest in the fact that she had somehow guessed at who he was, the more impressive of the feats. โAnd am I the trout, or the stream?โ he inquired of the woodsโ witch, lighter than he would have preferred, and mostly for Princess Daenaโs sake. โFor that, my dear woman, I ought to ask three coppers from you, but very well. It wouldnโt do to be the miser when the breaks in my fate are in your hands.โ And it was true; she was still holding his palm.
Turning to the princess once more, he said, โI donโt suppose you would want a turn now?โ
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where: at a feast
who: dayana blackwood @cflegends
Even deep in autumn, evenings in the Red Keep were warmโalmost stuffy. The crush in the feast hall was no help; it seemed every lord and lady in the Seven Kingdoms sat in this hall, packed elbow-to-elbow with no room to sit nor stand. Serving wenches wove in and out of the tables with rich Dornish reds that fed the rushes more than people, and enough singers and fiddlers were about that all their voices blended into a chorus of no meaning. Edmyn returned from aโbreath of fresh air, one might sayโto the hall, only to find his seat already occupied, with a Darry boy now deep in conversation with the lovely lady from the Vale Edmyn had spent half the evening acquainting himself with.
He squinted at the scene for a moment. Darry had brown hair, not near as dark as his ownโthough by fire and torchlight he supposed there wasnโt much differenceโand was half a head shorter, and had a rather weak chin. The lady looked pleased enough, though, red with wine and laughter. More was the pity. Edmyn shook his head and turned to stare down the hall, looking for another seat he might take.
Catching sight of a single foot of clear space not far by the end of a table, Edmyn made his way there, jostling back when elbows came between him, stepping on at least two feet and excusing himself with a grin and a wink. As he approached, the face of his impending neighbour grew clearer. Edmyn dropped himself into the seat with a huff and a grin, said, โYouโve no objections to company, I hope, Lady Dayana?โ and waved down a serving girl to bring him a fresh cup.
It was a rare treat to be able to roam the streets of King's Landing without the expected retinue of someone to mind her โ whether that be an elder male relation, a household knight of the Targaryens of Dragonstone, or a knight of the Red Keep. While the Targaryen Princess was let free to take to the skies atop Gaelithox as far as he might fly in a half-day's ride, the laws of the lands below governed that she still be restricted to the movements of a noble lady.
The celebrations in honor of her queenly grandmother gilded the worst of the city's faults; bonfires filled the air with a rich and smokey scent that smoothed over the stink of low tide and human filth that wafted up from the lower streets where the impoverished dwelled. With the heavy presence of the gold cloaks warding off would-be thieves and cutthroats, the gentry were free to walk the streets where merchants, sellswords, and whores alike peddled their wares to a mix of high and lowborn buyers. Alleyways were made into stages for performers, and the sounds of fiddles and flutes drifted out onto the streets from inns and halls alongside the scents of ale and roasting meats.
The color was high on Daena's cheeks as she walked the streets, the flush attributed to a combination of the warmth of fires and the cup of sweet mead that'd been pressed into her hand. Her attention was caught by a bent-backed old woman who sat crosslegged atop a donkeycart. A collection of items sat before her as an offering to would-be customers: crudely-made poppets, bundles of herbs wrapped with twine, and little trinkets that looked to be made with shells and hair (the source of which she could not readily identify).
A woods witch, it seemed โ or an old mummer playing at one.
"Three copper stars," the old woman croaked, "three coppers, for three futures โ a day, a month, a year," she raised her milky eyes up, and Daena turned her cheek to avoid catching her queer gaze.
"I am content to wait for tomorrow, a month, a year," she said, her lilac gaze settling upon another who'd been drawn to the cart, "would you care for a go?" A small coinpurse was slung around her hip, and she patted the leather bag. "I will pay the woman for you."
Much had been made of Kingโs Landing and its grandeur by the travelling parties as they made their way here. The queenโs seat was ten times as largeโand twenty times as crowdedโas the largest city in the Riverlands, and it seemed it. Every street he passed was packed with mummers and merchants, rickety wooden stages jostling beside carts of hot cakes and cool meads.
Edmyn raised his own cup in cheer as two cloth dragons, one black and one red, soared up with their puppeteersโ strings, a facsimile of flames following. He tossed a few coins into a hat laid by the stage and proceeded onwards, past a juggler dancing to a bawdy song and a crier informing all that passed of the finest meat pies in the city, until his eye was drawn by some new form of spectacle. The first came in the form of a hunched old crone on a cart; hardly the most elaborate of those gathered upon the street, but there was something amusing in that, too.
Another approached the would-be woodsโ witch as he did, and Edmyn found himself looking down. There was nothing unusual about the sight of that pale hair, not here in the Targaryen capitalโbut he recognised the voice besides. Lucindaโs friend; a rare known figure in the midst of the many, many Targaryens that filled the Red Keep. He watched her look away from the woodsโ witch and towards him, and raised a brow.
His coin purse had grown lighter as the day progressed, butโ โI assure you, Princess, Iโm perfectly able to offer three starsโฆ though I donโt know that much prediction is required to say.โ He looked over the future-sayer with a raise of his shoulder. โWith no skill for the future, I can say that in a day I will be here, at some feast or other; and in a month, upon the Kingโs Road, wishing my horse was faster.โ
The Court of Queen Valaena is proud to announce the arrival of EDMYN RIVERS, BASTARD of HOUSE TULLY to Kingโs Landing. The TWENTY-SIX year-old MAN is known to be GREGARIOUS and PRAGMATIC but will this Winter reveal that they are also FRIVOLOUS and IRREVERENT? They look like HENRY CAVILL, and they DO NOT BELIEVE the tales of the Other returning. Here is hoping they can band together with everyone else, and repel the coming darkness!
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๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. edmyn rivers
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ed
๐๐๐๐๐๐.ย none to speak of.
๐๐๐. 26.
๐๐๐๐๐๐. cis man ( he/him ).
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. single and ready to mingle ;)
SEXUALITY. bisexual.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. faith of the seven.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. house tully, the riverlands.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. common tongue, a little bit of high valyrian.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐. 6 ft even.
๐๐๐๐๐. well-built from training and regular physical exertion.
๐๐๐๐. blue.
๐๐๐๐. black curls, kept short and generally neatly tamed - but wild and riotous on special occasions
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. fair, but with a regular tan from spending time outdoors ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. a vaguely triangular shape around the base of his left thumb; a few light scars on his arms and back.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ruling lord tully; rosemary, a bakerโs daughter from a village near riverrun [deceased].
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. 3 older half-siblings; 2 younger half-siblings, on his fatherโs side.ย one younger half-sister, on his motherโs.
๐๐๐๐๐. his grandfather lives, and he knows it. but would he know the man if he looked upon his face?
HISTORY
warning for infidelity
Edmyn was born as the consequence of a single night Lord Tully spent passing through a village close to Riverrun. His mother, Rosemary, was young when it happened, and her father was furious with the consequences.
Though Edmyn has no memory or knowledge of this, Rosemary was married quickly after to a village boy, who wasnโt particularly happy with having to raise the lordโs bastard with his own grain and coin. While Rosemary lived, he kept him in house and homeโbut when Edmyn was three, she had another child, a girl, and didnโt survive the birth. After this, the farmer wouldnโt keep Edmyn; and why should he, after all? He surrendered the boy back to the bakerโand the baker, unhappy to even look at the boyโreached out to Lord Tully.
There was no denying the resemblance between them. Edmyn was brought to Riverrun, where he was given the name Rivers, and raised alongside the lordโs trueborn children. The early years were the most difficult; Edmyn was smaller than the others, couldnโt read nor write, and distrusted by Lady Emmaline. As the years passed, however, Edmyn learned to keep up; to read and write and train alongside his brothers and sisters, and prove himself just as good if he wanted to be seen as anything at allโฆ
โฆ but what would be the point? Edmyn was known as the Rivers boy, the lordโs bastard; seen as born from lust and wrongdoing and made of it. What would he really achieve in proving them wrong? No land or titles were meant for him, no noble wifeโthat might be an insult. Why struggle to win a quarter of the legitimacy and respect others were simply given, when heโd never have all of it?
Edmyn is a chaotic little arsehole. He doesnโt intend to hurt people, but he doesnโt see the point of straining himself to follow the rules nobody ever expects him to, and so he simply doesnโt. Heโs a flirt and a cad, and refuses to take anything at all seriously, least of all himself. While he is loyal to his family and does love them, he bears a certain degree of resentment as well, for the things heโs never had. Above all, Edmyn doesnโt lie about who or what he is. Heโs exactly what your mother or septa or wet nurse warned you about, and donโt tell him he didnโt say so.
