* // splendour & shined!

"oh, I should hope not, I aim to be a very unforgettable person," Aisya jested before her face turned into an expression of slight concern. "In what way exactly do you mean, my liege?"

"pardon me, your grace.", the lady tarly spoke with a shy smile as she nodded her head. " what i meant is your beauty becomes you. by this, i've heard rumors of your beauty but it seems that the rumors fail in showing the truth behind your beauty. "

"it feels like one, doesn't it?" she confirmed rather unhappily, her gaze falling on the gardens out the window. this gathering was supposed to be something extravagant. they'd wanted that nice distraction away from dorne to put their mind at ease and distract them from the reality of her own life. instead, they couldn't stop thinking about what had happened on that balcony. "perhaps we'll wake up in the morning and be home, @sunfyrd."

a sense of nightmare that the liege wished they could wake up, yet a look of realization as he looked out into the valyrian garden. it wasn't home for him, yet the dornish had wondered exactly what was home for him. however, the one answer was who felt like home to him--was family (or rather one that they felt like had left) "if only, time can be rewind and we'd not have to endure it once again.

"while it's no highgarden," florian paused only momentarily, "i must admit these gardens possess a certain charm," he concluded with a smile as he turned to look at his companion. it was a forced statement, he hated the mere thought of anything in kings landing being charming, but the gardens were nice. not to mention, he was essentially desperate for a conversation that had nothing to do with the ball.

"it's certainly not, my lord.", the soft. delicate voice spoke from the huntsmen. "i wish it could compare to that of hornhill, but there's no comparison." she was no stranger to a promenade especially once it came to her feminine duties, or so her mother had grown to telling her. in fact, she wasn't lying as she look around the greenery around them.

❛   your  condolences  are   much   appreciated.  ❜    if   unneeded.  they'd  never  been  close,  cersei   and  he   (   but   that  need   not  be   known  ).  his   lord  father  never   had   allowed  it,   not  with   her  as  his  direct   competition.  in  truth,   he   saw   her  as  little   more  than  an   obstacle.   they  all  are.   his  aunt  in   the  captiol,  his   cousins  nearly   all  fools.   he's  not   one   himself  to  think  there   might   not  be  some  red  in   his  own  ledger  that  might  bring  suspicion  upon  him  for   this.  thus,  as  they  wander  the  gardens,  they  play  the  role  of  mourning  cousin  well.  ❛   it  is  difficult.  i   find  myself  putting  the  need  to  discover   the   identity  of   her   murderer   before   mourning  myself.  ❜

no stranger to death himself, the master of laws was very efficient once it came to giving justice especially in the valyrian kingdom. however, he tend to favor on just decision and rational reasoning. " of course, my lord. " the ruling lord spoke with a serious tone. trying to justify the murder of a noble house was unquestionable, it felt downright immoral. as he listened to him speak. "i understand the feeling. if there's anything i can do to assist, please don't hesitate."

        fire  burned  beneath  dragon  prince's  flesh,  memory of the last attack two years prior still vivid within his mind and now another had struck at the very heart of the dragons' pride. lady lannister a tragic addition to the crime. however, those at court were presented the facade of a tense but composed heir as he walked the halls, violet hues subtly observing all, which was how he noticed the other approaching out of the corner of his eye, turning toward them before they spoke.        ❝  is there something i can help you with, my liege?  ❞

overwhelming presence is what the northerner felt once it came to hustling points of the crowd, especially feeling a defiant soul about the loss of a great house member. although young, the princess wasn't naive but she enjoyed her solitude. tis the reason the wolf found herself observing the many weapons adorning the halls that she had wandered out into. a sense of awe filled her wild soul as she observed a certain sword as. voice spoke out. "my apologies, your highness", a small voice spoke out, "i was admiring the swords. perhaps, do you know is it made of valyrian steele?"

ISABELA MERCED • Instagram (1/17/2023)

Marcher lords of the Dornish Marches, the Tarlys are a family old in honor with rich lands and a strong keep. They are also the keepers of a Valyrian greatsword called Heartsbane.

“Come on, let’s be off before we see a dancing Tatty Bogle. Or a giant having a jigger in the bluebells.”