lady julyana tyrell .
She always knew how to act, how to present herself, how to always stay calm, until she didn’t. She felt the walls closing in around her, her voice caught in her own throat. First the Queen was dead, then the reality set in that she would soon be married and leave the home she knew, and her sisters, and now she was stuck in this unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people until a new successorw as chosen. How long would that even be? July tried to see the light, and remain positive, and she was, she truly was happy and excited in some ways about all the change, but in this moment of weakness she let herself feel a little defeated with any doubts or feelings of sadness she had. After paying her respects to the Queen, she found an empty corridor in duck into and catch her breath.
She leaned her whole body agains the wall. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. She said this to herself over and over again until she felt the rush of emotions subside. The sound of footsteps, however, caused her to quickly stand up straight. She wiped the few tears that had managed to escape, glad she could at least blame them on mourning. “I apologize I didn’t know anyone would be coming back here. I was just collecting myself.”
of all the things emery oldflowers was most certainly not accustomed to ( and the list was quite long , to be sure ) it was death . thus far in his life , he’s only experienced it once - next to his mother’s bed , feeling how cold her once - warm skin felt beneath his small , tear damp hands . ‘twas not a mother now , however , though emery is sure her dragons disagree ... the queen is dead , and everyone has been rushing around helplessly as though they think the faster they move , the more likely it is that the late dragon queen will rise from the dead .
but emery had not known the queen personally . while yes , the lord had shed a few tears at the news , it was mostly due to the fact that everyone in the streets had seemed so distraught . panic had set in , and the lord succumbed to the crowd’s mood . now , things have calmed only a little , and emery once again finds himself on the street , this time wandering with less purpose and more worry in his chest . curiously does he end up turning down an alley , and even curiouser does he gasp at the sight of a woman crying . he rushes to her , though not too close . her clothes are ones he recognize as well made , and his eyes trail the fabrics and stitches with a sparkling admiration . “ don’t apologize ! it’s all right ! ” emery tries to sound calm , but without feeling it himself , it doesn’t come off that way . “ are you okay ? did something happen to you ? ”

















