war / torn

AEGON  TRACED  THE  EDGE  of  the  training  grounds ,  hands  pressed  neatly  behind  his  back.  lordlings  and  village  heros ,  sell - swords  and  hedge  knights ,  all  labored  in  training for  the  upcoming  tourney   --  perhaps  trying  a  little  harder  now  that  the  king  was  in  their  presence.  amused  by  the  thought ,  aegon’s  thoughts  then  flickered  the  legendary tourney’s  of  old  --  the  stuff  of  all  the best  songs , for  certain  --  but  the  politics fascinated  the  young  king  far  more  than  the  games  themselves.  after  all,  weren’t  the inevitable  factions   which  comprised  the  dance  of  the  dragons  named  at  a  tourney ?

he  paused , walking  towards his  former  squire  as  he  swung  &&  slashed.  drawing  away from  ceaseless  thoughts  of  treachery ,  blacks  and  greens ,  and  family  against  family , aegon  spoke  to  the  younger  lord  lannister.  “ every gambler worth his salt has you for the favored winner of the joust, did you know ? ”

AEGON TARGARYEN DID NOT CONSIDER HIMSELF A SELFISH MAN ,  but  it  was  his name  day  celebration  after  all ,  &&  he  deserved  a  moment's  respite  just  as  one  else. as  queens ,  princes ,  merchant  lords ,  nobles  from  great ,  ancestral  houses  && insignificant  keeps  alike  milled  about  the  great  hall ,  drinking  his  wine  &  filling  the  air with  boisterous  conversation  --  aegon  had  eyes  only  for  his  wife.  catching  her  eye ,  he dipped  his  fingers  to  the  tips  of  his  collar (  an  old  remnant  of  their  shared  youth  ;  a signal  of  madilyn’s  conjuring  )  before  slipping  away  to  a  secluded terrace.  smokeberry vines  snaked  across  the  red  stone  arches ,  &&  aegon  found  himself  lazily  leaning against  them :  the  picture  of  a  lackadaisical  prince  he  might  have  been  were  he  not  the first  borne. when  she  finally  did  arrive ,  aegon  took  his  wife  --  his  queen’s  --  hands  in his own. “ i  know  you  certainly  don’t  need  me  to  tell  you  this. ”  his  voice  rose  above  the  muffled  din  from  inside  the  great  hall. “ but  you  outshine  them  all. ”

(  im jinah, demi woman,  she / they  )  ⸻  the heralds are announcing the arrival of JOANNA STARK, known as the PRINCESS of THE WINTERFELL. you may have heard some tales of this FOUR AND TWENTY year old, but the more well - informed tongues speak of them being KINDHEARTED & DAUNTLESS though sadly, they also passed on rumours of them being OBSTINATE & IMPETUOUS. according to their mun, the bards are requested to play UNDER THE TABLE by FIONA APPLE when they enter the room. may the gods protect them in the years to come.  ⸻  (  ooc: admin sansa  )

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(  yusuf gatewood, cis man,  he / him  )  ⸻  the heralds are announcing the arrival of AEGON TARGARYEN, known as the KING of WESTEROS. you may have heard some tales of this NINE AND THIRTY year old, but the more well - informed tongues speak of them being VALIANT & ERUDITE though sadly, they also passed on rumours of them being MELANCHOLIC & TEMPESTUOUS. according to their mun, the bards are requested to play ARSONIST’S LULLABY by HOZIER when they enter the room. may the gods protect them in the years to come.  ⸻  (  ooc: admin sansa )

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joanna ; ; general

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  — interactions (joanna)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  — starters (joanna)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 — visage (joanna)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 — isms (joanna)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  — asks  (joanna)

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aegon ; ; general

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  — interactions (aegon)

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  — starters (aegon)

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  — visage (aegon)

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  — isms (aegon)

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  — asks  (aegon)

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