moonkissedsword

Meg. 27. PST. she/her.

EUDORA BLACKWOOD NEE REDWYNE / Annabel Scholey

bio. musings. threads.

GODRIC SAND (HOUSE DAYNE) / Dev Patel

location: the great hall during the feast

he'd accompanied house dayne to king's landing for appearances. there was a navy blue mask tied across his eyes, resembling that of a bandit even though the material was made from dorne's finest. he wore a tunic with shimmering silver stars to match over black trousers and polished shoes. he sat beside tyrian, at the end of his row of siblings, though he couldn't have felt further away. his father had requested his presence, hoping for the daynes to show a strong, united front for their king. godric wasn't expected to say a word, his presence ensured enough. protection of his younger brother, of the dayne heir. for as much of a stranger as godric felt at times, he'd cut the hand of anyone in this room who dared reach an unkind hand toward his family. he wouldn't dwell on whether they'd do the same for him.

godric's eyes danced around the room, securing the company around him in the great hall, when his eyes glanced upon hers. lady annaya. it wouldn't be entirely truthful to say his visits to king's landing served one true purpose. at least not since he departed after his first visit. he continued his meetings with his sister, while also continuing to roam the corridors like a lost, lovestruck stray that latched onto the first person to show him desirable affection. he'd been chasing, crawling, that high every time he had to leave her company. and he finally found relief in her presence in the midst of the warm, bustling great hall. godric took one last draw of wine from his goblet before he rose, maintaining his eye contact with annaya before slipping through the crowd into a quieter corridor.

"my lady," he whispered, catching her attention before she could make off in the opposite direction in pursuit of him. "a pleasure it is— to make your company again," he provided a low nod of his head, rising again with a rare smile gracing his lips.

location: king maelor's masquerade

after her journey that kept her from the red keep these last several weeks, eudora was delighted in making the rounds between guests at the king's welcome. eudora and her crew were hired to deliver cargo to the farmans at faircastle, making a small detour to starfall on their return to the arbor for a personal errand of dora's. she didn't know if she felt incredibly lucky that her loved ones were all in the same place, or if she had a heightened sense of anxiety knowing they were doing so under king maelor's thumb. there were few people at the keep that eudora was keen of or fond towards since accompanying her wife, the mistress of laws had easily become one of them. "lady manderly?" eudora asked with small surprise, her features semi-concealed by her gold and silver fox mask. she wiped a few stray specks of powdered sugar from the corner of her mouth. "musn't mind me— someone ought to thoroughly check the desserts for poison considering present company." she teased with a sly smirk.

somewhere in the gardens of the red keep, under the moonlight

the red keep wasn't quite home. neither was raventree. not like the arbor was. and how eudora had missed her home dearly. she supposed she had been a little dramatic over her it. while her brother had been angry with her interfering over her nephew's behavior, he hadn't completely vanquished his sister. she was allowed at the funeral, though even after that her visits were scarce. she was trusted with a secret that kept her away, made her a courier between the arbor and starfall. distance was nothing for her... not when eudora would've gone all the way to the lands beyond the wall if it meant bringing her niece a shred of happiness with news of her child. dora wanted to do for her now what she was unable to do for her then. when she was able, she spotted janna inside and motioned for her niece to meet her in the gardens. eudora wrapped an arm around her as they walked side by side among the flowers. "i had a portrait commissioned," she spoke softly, squeezing janna affectionately at her side. "of the babe. i brought it from starfall, it remains covered in my quarters with rowena. should you like to see it. and i can have it arranged to be kept anywhere of your choosing, my darling girl." dora smiled, waiting for janna's reaction in earnest.

king maelor's masquerade

eudora donned a deep red gown, her toned arms exposed as her long brown hair fell down the perhaps scandalously exposed back of her dress. her face was partially concealed behind a silver and gold mask resembling that of a fox. eudora had been anxiously awaiting the king's welcome. not because she was holding her breath to be within proximity of king maelor, but because it'd been several dreadful weeks kept apart from her wife. dora was sure she'd held rowena's letters so tightly and so closely that her perfumed scent had worn off completely. she navigated around the party like an animal on the prowl... a cat. lithe and wanting, a low purr even escaping her at the sight of her target. dora manuevered through the lively crowd, sneaking up behind rowena and giving her a surprising tug on her arm. "my lady," she beamed, a warm smile spreading across her lips at rowena's realization that it was her wife, pulling her along. "spare me... tell me you've been absolutely miserable without me," eudora teased, interlacing their fingers together as she led lady blackwood along to the center of the dance floor. "careful, my north star. if you were truly, dreadfully miserable... i would have no choice but to extend my stay. ensure your needs are met and you are well again. taxing business of course," eudora teased lowly as the two engaged in a slow, gentle sway in each others arms.

( dev patel, 37, he/him, dayne b )  –  king maelor offers his welcome to godric sand, of starfall. across the realm, they are praised as selfless and resourceful, though courtly whispers insist they can also be cunning and withdrawn behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with dorne. their presence evokes imagery of dark eyes over a shroud, a wraith-like coat ghosting over cobblestones, and the deep ache of a bleeding heart, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.

( annabel scholey, 39, she/her, redwyne g )  –  king maelor offers his welcome to lady eudora blackwood nee redwyne, of the arbor. across the realm, they are praised as fearless and outspoken, though courtly whispers insist they can also be obstinate and unforgiving behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with house redwyne + house blackwood. their presence evokes imagery of wild, wind-whipped hair, lips stained wine red, and anxiously twisting her wedding ring for comfort, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.