#adodstarter

Hence, why she was here in the first place - looking to marry at least one of her daughters off to someone wealthy, and to further establish the prestige of her castle. If she finds someone tolerable enough, then by Gods, she might marry as well. As long as the man did not hold any silly thoughts of controlling her.

Nymella listened to her current acquaintance speaking, a seemingly funny tale, and she chuckled where is was necessary. Just because she thought it was not that funny, did not mean she could not pretend it was. Her companion’s wide smile only made it all that much easier to pretend to be truly amused. “How entertaining!” She exclaimed with a chuckle. “Please, do tell me more.”

She strolled through the open grounds, finding the perfect spot where the trees made a dome over a particularly cozy spot in the back of the luxurious garden. The shade that the trees cast was a welcome change from the heat of the sun and she had to admit that she rather preferred chillier atmosphere to that of the scorching, heated sun. She spotted a board game on the table and she immediately remembered it; it was the same game she played with Mychel, or her parents, and most often with her uncle. Kyra approached it, her fingers brushing over the figurines which stood slightly odd to their usual place and she began adjusting them more properly when she heard footsteps approaching her.

Lifting her glance up from the board and the figurines, she smiled to the person, greeting them. “Do you play? It has been quite some time since I last indulged myself with the game and I would like to play again. If it would not be too much of a trouble, would you like to join me? I cannot play by myself.” Shy shyly asked, forcing herself to stop rambling - a little quirk she got whenever she would find herself giving in to her nervousness.

He tried to keep his mind focused on his duty, something that he was quick to forget due to an arrangement of things, mostly all the impressive architecture and right now the dragon skulls. He noticed someone approaching him, eyes shifting from him to the skulls and back to him. “Quite impressive, don’t you agree? They have caused much destruction in the past yet it seems a shame that they’re extinct.”

open // throne room

Popping a lone grape into her mouth, Serena moved down the table of fruit before her, glancing up every so often at the dance floor just ahead, more specifically, at the table behind it. Its occupants all donned in the finest of silks, hair a beautiful golden, that is except for the King and his silver mane, and the Prince with hair as black as night—reminiscent of the very curls cascading down her own back. 

Though power does not exude from her the way it does from her cousin, the boy with the crown, but oh, what she wouldn’t do to have a taste, to drink from the poison cup passed around such a glorious game of thrones. Its a cup she has no doubt would make a home within her palm, a liquid that would pass through her lips and down her throat as easily as any other wine. And she demanded a sip. 

She took a step forward as she reached the end of the table, the bright flaming aura of the wolf, lion and dragon drawing her nearer, her surroundings all but fading as she drifted throughout the crowd. But reality crept back in as her shoulder knocked into something—or rather someone. 

“My apologies,” she whispered, a head rush getting the better of her. She stumbled back, eyes wide as she mustered up a generous smile to the person before her.

She did not enjoy the feast. The funeral was a lot more tolerable, a lot more pleasant and satisfying, given how she was the one behind his demise, after all. But, alas, appearances were everything, and she was a Lannsiter, after all, so she occasionally wiped at her cheeks, as if to shyly remove the non-existent tears. Peasants were fools, ready to believe anything and everything, but the rest of the court was not far behind in stupidity. Yes, Cersei adored the funeral. Seeing the man with stone-painted yes upon the bier made her heart sing with victory, but the same victory was now quenched after her husband’s speech.

Imbecile.

Ned Stark was not worthy of the title, no one was, but she congratulated the family with a polite smile, before retreating to her seat.  She allowed her bored gaze to wander around the room, when she noticed an individual stalking their way towards her. “Oh, come now. Stop ridiculously lingering in the shadows. Sit. Pour us both a glass. I am quite desirous of some company.”

Ironborn funerals were so different from that of the mainland. They gave their bodies back to the sea, just like they gave most of their lives to it, as well. The feasts at Pyke that would follow a funeral were a beastly event. They would celebrate the life of their fallen comrade usually by becoming so drunk they could no longer stand, and eating their weight in food. Asha supposed the two events were not completely dissimilar. Though that did not mean she felt any less awkward here. Truthfully, she was not even sure why she had come. A part of her hoped she may run into her brother here, though she suspected it unlikely with the number of guests. Instead, Asha stood by herself, floating on the outskirts of the feast. She wore the same outfit from the funeral itself, unlike the ladies of the court, she did not have an abundance of appropriate outfits.  She stood, watching the celebration, and for the first time in her life wishing she owned skirts, and looked less like an outsider.

Her fingers picked at the lemon cakes, taking a visual picture of the setting, so that she might hope to recreate it from memory, painting it with vibrancy and beauty. Her last had been a portrait of Dash, getting that glossy fur and dark doe eyes just right. She missed her lapdog who had been left in Casterly Rock, under the care of her favourite maid. 

Deciding not to wallow, Kyra turned to her companion, offering a warm smile. Conversation did not come easy to her, a lack of charisma in her nature, but she tried. “It is truly a magnificent place, so beautifully built. The dragon skulls are extraordinary, I am bewitched by their magnificence.”