━━ ˊ * ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ / 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙

— 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝; 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫                    「 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 - 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖋𝖒 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐢 」

   ꜱᴇʀ ᴀᴇʀᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏɴᴇ , lord of starfall  - sword of the morning —              dossier + interactions  

   ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴀʟʏꜱᴀɴᴇ ᴛʏʀᴇʟʟ , lady-in-waiting to princess daella  —              dossier + interactions  

  ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴄᴀꜱꜱᴀɴᴀ ᴠᴇʀʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ , ruling lady of driftmark —              dossier + interactions

ʟᴏʀᴅ ʙʀʏɴᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴀʀʙʀᴀɴᴅ , lord of ashemark —              dossier + interactions

closed  :  brynden marbrand  ( @servtudes​ ) setting  :  outside brynden’s room !

“there you are, dear boy.” the sight of him is a comfort to her, especially after those early months of returning home where he’d still been unwell since what had happened to king’s landing. she doesn’t hesitate to tug him into her arms, tension leaving her now that she’s seen for herself that all of her children had arrived in one piece. she doesn’t let go for a long few moments, squeezing him one last time before pulling back. “was i right in thinking your father got the most annoyed by the travel here?”

♛

alerie smiles, eyes focused on the finishing touches as they hear of bryn’s small woes. “are you asking me to rush my art?” eyes look up momentarily to meet the still model. “that’s quite rude, lord bryn,” they tease before chuckling, head shaking. “you can move now. i’m just finishing up and i don’t want you to have a stiff neck the rest of the evening.” they could have told him that a few moments ago but what is the point of friendship if you cannot tease them a little, right? but if bryn says his neck is starting to hurt, that’s when alerie’s need for fun ends. alerie smiles, warmth bubbling at bryn’s reaction. “take my compliment, brynden, or i won’t show you the drawing. you will have sat still for nothing.” there’s a pointed look sent his way, even if her lips twitch with amusement and her own eyes give away the fact she does not mean her words. “did you hear it or did you try it for yourself? don’t tell me you’re to blame for the lack of tarts.” alerie puts her notebook to her chest, eyes lighting up with excitement. “alright, what other ways would you like to be compensated?”

   finally he sees sense !  it baffles the young lion that anyone could ever refuse to have a drink with her , if not for her shining beauty then of course because of her wit and sharp tongue .  her brows furrowed in faux - concentration , as if the words she was about to impart upon him was one of the utmost importance .  “ i was very cross with you growing up , most of the time . ” she said with pout , before taking another generous sip of her goblet .  “ i was terribly sweet on you when we were children and you barely spared me a glance ! do you know how infuriating you had been ? ”  cerenna swept a graceful hand to right her halo of golden curls , pretty eyes accusing and teasing all at once .  “ did you not find me beautiful then ? ”

              she   hummed   ,   pleased   ,   as   she   bit   into   the   tart   –   watching   from   the   sidelines   as   the   beautiful   pairings   danced   across   the   floor   .   “   we   would’ve   invited   you   to   join   us   ,   but   you   were   dancing   with   that   pretty   lyseni   girl   ,   ”   she   said   before   immediately   following   it   up   with   fumbled   words   .   “   which   is   nice   !   i   hope   you   had   a   lot   of   fun   ,   ”   cin   giggles   ,   averting   her   gaze   as   she   wipes   crumbs   from   the   sides   of   her   mouth   .   “   my   evening   has   been   very   uneventful   .   and   ,   i   mean   ,   you   could   just   sneak   out   couldn’t   you   ?   get   some   fresh   air   to   avoid   those   questions   .   ”

  𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅  𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺  𝑊𝐸𝐷𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺.  could  life  be  more  tedious  than  a  targ  getting  married?  and  he  was  being  forced  to  suffer  through  an  affair  that  quite  literally  was  killing  his  brain  cells  having  to  sit  through.  so  much  pomp  and  circumstance  –  and  for  what?  slowan,  since  his  arrival,  counted  the  days  when  he  could  sail  away  from  this  god’s  forsaken  kingdom  and  return  to  his  usual  escapades.  because  how  much  longer  could  his  dear  uncle  keep  him?  but  the  fun  and  frivolity  weren’t  completely  lost.  with  several  run-ins,  slowan  tripled  the  prospect  of  his  gratification  of  pleasure.  as  the  whispers  came  to  him  that  the  beautiful  ren  had  graced  them  with  her  present.  he  took  his  time  to  find  her,  stalking  her  whereabouts  thanks  to  some  very  helpful  maids.  all  whom  he  rewarded  with  a  few  stolen  kisses  and  mewling  of  their  satisfaction  of  amusement,  it  was  his  duty.  he  wasted  no  time  being  sure  to  be  the  first  she  danced  with  for  the  festivities.  if  for  no  other  reason  than  for  them  to  find  some  debase  delights  of  their  own.  when  the  time  came,

 "my  dear  lady,“  he  whispered  into  her  ear  as  he  moved  them  effortlessly  across  the  dance  floor – those  dance  lessons  did  come  in  handy  ”--  you  know  how  much  i  love  to  watch  you  from  afar.  it  makes  our  coming  together  all  the  more…  enjoyable.“  his  grin  was  a  sign  of  his  ever-growing  affection  for  the  lady.  one  who  had  brought  him  much  satisfaction  over  the  years.  ”if  you  had,  i  would  have  revealed  myself  soon  enough.  as  i,  too,  require  more  stimulating  entertainment.“  let  those  nobles  of  the  great  house  and  the  prince  plot  and  scheme.  he  had  other  matters  of  interest-  several.  and  as  the  music  came  to  an  end.  and  slowan  gave  a  final  bow,  and  he  offered  his  arm  to  her  escorting  his  lady  off  to  the  sides.  away  from  the  crowded  dance  floor.  "odd  that  the  powers  saw  fit  to  bring  us  back  together  is  such  a  'happy  occasion.”  rolling  his  eyes  at  the  thought  of  his  cousin.    "we  could  always  sneak  away,  or  perhaps  you  would  like  another  dance.  i  do  enjoy  having  you  in  such  open  and  close  proximity.  there  is  all  sort  of  places  in  the  keep  we  can  watch  and  enjoy  ourselves.  if  you  allow  it,  of  course.“  

chuckles spill out of rose colored lips as lilac hues roll playfully at the claw isle lord’s honey coated words. slowan always had a way with his words, easily captivating his prey like moths drawn to a flame. serenei however wasn’t easily swayed by them, knowing his kind all too well, but she will not deny the fact that she does enjoyed being filled with sweet nothings; she didn’t even try to hide the smirk on her face either. dancing, she found, was too trivial and if it were not her own cousin’s wedding, serenei would have opted to sit down at her table the entire night. alas, she must join in on the celebrations. it was a good thing her lady mother taught her well with the dances thinking that she’d one day use them. though, she had found entertainment elsewhere at one point in the night but that did not last very long upon her return to the great hall.  “so you’ve seen me displeased the entire night and not once did it cross your mind to pluck me out my miserable situation? where has our friendship gone, lord slowan?”  feigning disappointment. “well it is a good thing we’ve chanced on each other tonight then. you very well know how entertaining and stimulating i can be.” her voice low, almost like a hum, her words only meant for his ears. 

braxton found their conversation was not unfamiliar, having used similar words many times previously to attempt to inspire his best friends to speak to women. he imagined he’d continue having it until he could succeed in marrying lyonel and brynden. “ war? bryn, i beg of you. it is simply going over to that beautiful woman and asking her to dance.” he waves his hand in the direction that the rogare girl stood, trying to motion for bryn to go to her. “ if you wait till another time, then a lord will have already snatched her up. and who will you dance with? certainly not me.” braxton snorts at the mention of lyonel effortlessly charming women, nearly choking on his drink. “ lyonel does not charm women, bryn. he bats his gorgeous blue lannister eyes at them and they fold.” the lord goes silent for a moment, trying to decide what next he shall say to inspire the other. “ aren would agree with me that you should ask the girl to dance,” the words slip out before he may stop them, ignoring the twinge of sadness in his chest. “ i dare say he would have threatened to call you a coward.”

her heart nearly stuttered as he took the tart from her hand, the way his eyes never left her once made the woman feel incredibly small in a deliciously addictive way. “ your generosity shall not be forgotten, my lord. such kindness should be rewarded truly.” maeve takes her half of the tart with a soft smile, gently taking a bite out of it and letting out the smallest noise of satisfaction. “ it is as delicious as they say,” she says, in an attempt to cover up her brief embarrassment. “ it is hard to not know of you. your reputation after the joust has only grown in size since you nearly bested the prince,” his words bring another rush of blood to her cheeks. her eyes catch on his lips for a moment, taking a half step closer. maeve hides it by reaching out to brush her thumb across his bottom lip. “ you had some stuck in your moustache, lord aeron.” her voice softer than it was previously, hand slowly moving back to her side. “ if you cannot ask me to dance, then perhaps you can accompany me on a walk outside? i have found myself suddenly in need of some fresh air.” her lips reveal a smirk, a challenge in her eyes. “ they are whispering of ladies being hurt this evening..would you be able to protect me, lord aeron?

braxton grunted when she pulled away from him, annoyed slightly at the loss of the beautiful woman kissing him. he trailed after as if he was a wolf on the prowl, following a rabbit; when they reached more cover he did not hesitate to press himself against her, trapping the woman on the wall. his lips pressed to her neck as she spoke, a piece of him near wishing she wouldn’t. “ i am eager to have you entirely to myself, beloved,” he spoke, letting out a tight groan when she grabs him by the belt and pulls him closer, pressing a kiss to her lips again. “ can you blame me for wishing to whisk you away somewhere so that i may ravish you to my heart’s content?” and away from scandalous prying eyes.

   cerenna pursed her lips , thoroughly unamused .  does she truly look like a little maiden in need of rescuing ? “ i’ve only had but one or two . ” a clear lie , but said with such forcefulness that she was quite sure that it will be taken as truth .  still , she allowed herself to be lead to a chair , only to gesture at the young lord to take the seat adjacent  —  surely he would not leave her in the middle of a conversation ! “ all i’m trying to express , brynden , is that we should do better in representing the west by leading by example . ”  all she had to do was raise a graceful arm to snap her fingers once at a servant , who appeared in a flash with a few goblets of honeyed wine .  “ have one —  will you … will you leave me to drink on my own ? ”  the ends of her lips curved down , a pretty picture of a brokenhearted girl .  “ if you join me , perhaps i will reward you with a secret . ”

aster lets out an undignified snort, grabbing a pitcher and pouring himself some more wine. “ there will be more tarts, alysa, daemon said earlier they would be bringing more out. you would let me starve instead?” the man pulled a face at the idea of their mothers conspiring against them to marry them off to some desperate family sniffing around at the wedding. “ when will you just tell her you have found a love match? certainly there must be some man who has captured your heart, cousin.” he took a sip of his wine. “ i imagined you have not yet told me because i would threaten the man to duel over your honor.”

          he’s  not  not  enjoying  this  …  and  the  thought  to  himself  makes  him  grin  .  while  olyvar  had  not  set  out  to  deflect  his  cousin’s  suitors  ,  he  wasn’t  bothered  to  find  that  was  the  case  .  the  lord  saw  nothing  wrong  with  scaring  away  cowards  who  would  crush  his  sweet  cousin’s  heart  .   ❝   you’d  rather  a  timid  lord  over  a  courageous  one  ?  do  not  let  a  man  woo  you  on  his  looks  alone  ,  alysane  ,  or  you  will  find  yourself  disappointed  .   ❞   he  himself  could  speak  from  experience  .  olyvar  chuckles  at  her  dramatics  and  shakes  his  head  .   ❝   he  is  not  the  one  ,  trust  me  on  that  .  you  are  still  young  ,  cousin  ,  love  is  not  to  be  rushed  …  or  so  i’ve  heard  .   ❞

          ❝  and  what  if  you  do  ?  it’s  easier  to  expect  more  of  you  lordlings  to  wrangle  rather  than  less,  ❞     they  offered,  and  a  part  of  them  hoped  that  despite  being  out  of  his  comfort  zone,  their  brother  had  managed  to  find  friends  in  addition  to  his  band  of  lordlings.  but  of  course,  she  knew  king’s  landing  only  furthered  stress  on  reserved  shoulders,  her  bearing  social  interactions  with  no  shortage  of  ease,  even  if  her  attentions  had  mostly  been  focused  elsewhere.  the  expression  on  bryn’s  face  is  enough  to  earn  a  rather  unladylike  snort  of  laughter  from  them,  shaking  their  head  slightly.     ❝  our  mother  is  master  of  coin,  i  dare  say  that  makes  you  a  sought  out  match  from  anyone’s  father.  who  else  will  you  talk  about  it  with  ?  it’s  not  as  though  i’m  forcing  your  hand.  would  she  be  our  mother  if  she  hadn’t  already  ?  she  is  working  towards  it,  but  i  don’t  possess  her  same  optimism.  ❞     she  hummed  absently,  because  while  she  possessed  a  great  deal  of  faith  in  their  mother,  the  same  could  not  be  said  of  the  king,  who  she  avoided  as  much  as  possible.     ❝  it  has  been  a  long  time,  hasn’t  it  ?  seems  weddings  always  have  a  way  of  bringing  us  marbrands  together  again.  if  you  need  to  sneak  away,  simply  say  the  word,  and  i’ll  ensure  mother  doesn’t  go  looking.  ❞     smile  softened  their  features  slightly.     ❝  chasing  after  jaime  and  acquainting  myself  with  our  royal  family.  prince  rhaegar  has  been  kind  enough  to  show  me  around  king’s  landing.  ❞

          the  grandeur  of  the  whole  affair  was  not  lost  on  the  youngest  manwoody,  nor  were  lyseni  fashions  and  traditions  that  made  her  dornish  heart  sing.  different,  yes,  but  not  altogether  dissimilar,  and  gwyn  found  a  certain  enjoyment  in  it.  that,  and  the  obvious  displeasure  it  brought  many  other  westerosi  as  a  result.  wine  raised  to  her  lips,  she  let  out  a  quiet  hum  in  answer.     ❝  they  are  not  terribly  common,  this  is  the  first  i’ve  ever  seen  of  one  as  well.  red  priestesses  call  it  dragonsbreath,  aptly  named  i  suppose.  ❞     lips  quirk  in  a  small  smile.     ❝  no,  my  lady  ?  you  do  not  think  even  the  many  deities  of  lys  have  a  hand  in  such  spectacle  ?  even  the  gods  must  conspire  the  same  way  mere  nobles  do.  ❞     delicate  features  and  violet  eyes,  she’d  be  fool  not  to  recognize  the  other  as  family  to  the  princess,  though  of  what  relation  she  couldn’t  be  sure.  gwyn  met  the  lady’s  gaze  easily,  returning  the  smile  without  falter.     ❝  they  can  be  whatever  sign  you  wish  them  to  be,  though  a  dragon’s  wedding  surely  bears  good  omen.  mystics  and  magic  ?  not  likely,  though  i  think  a  part  of  me  must  believe  things  happen  because  they  are  beyond  our  controls.  the  gods  would  not  will  that  which  we  could  not  face,  or  overcome.  ❞