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"Penelope Featherington?"

Laughter filled the fresh night air - cool as these gentlemen appeared to be. A casual air lingered about them. None courting in any serious manner, for none were found on the dance floor or eying one lady or another. They were grouped like a flock of sheep. All the same in a way. Trying to keep their best appearances. Flaunting how effortless it would be to conquer a woman - but at the same time not being interested in any of it as of now.

"The way you were dancing with her looked very interesting. Are you courting the girl, Bridgerton?" Another tested, questioning whether or not he was part of their current banter. Besides, after that disastrous attempt on courting, he did not even wish for it - let alone with someone he considered his closest friend. The whole assumption simply seemed wrong.

@bcbliophile because we have no choice at this point honestly

The endless social obligations had been driving him out into the streets more and more of late. Spending his hours in the lower reaches of the city doing what he did best. Hunting down those of an unsavory nature or who wished ill upon those around them. He'd been informed after all by the Queen that his duties in defending the realm wouldn't be given until he had a wife, thus he was left with the dark corners of London and whispers on the wind.

Moving silently through the streets on his way back from the slums, his three blades a welcome weight on his hip he paused. Gaze catching on a flash of red hair disappearing around a corner, the sight making him think of Penelope for a moment before second-guessing himself. She was a lady of the Ton and had no reason to be out in the city at this time of night, unattended for that matter.

And yet.....

It was more of a feeling than anything. That sixth sense he'd honed for years pushing him to follow had his pace quickening as he darted after the figure. Weaving through the street and then breaking into a sprint at the sound of a scream.

@bcbliophile Starter for Penelope's Mythology Verse!

As the mortals began to wander farther out into the world so too it seemed did the creatures and gods of their lands. While once they had all respected the boundaries of the realms they were now merging, blending in ways he was unsure were wise. Too often of late monsters had appeared in the seas over which his strength was known to have no match. Challenging him to battles that ended in their demise.

It was one such battle that had caused a foreign ship to sink. A fact that he'd not cared about except for a sudden flicker of power. A sense of it fading that had drawn his curiosity. His body slipped down beneath the waves as he drifted through the wreckage to find its source and coming to a stop before a female.

Gaze watching her for a moment he turned to leave before pausing at the sudden movement. She was still alive then. Turning back he regarded her for a moment considering if he should bother saving her or not.

@bcbliophile asked: “   The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self-esteem. ” Alice to Har

"You do realize only two out of the five were actual attempts on your life correct? The other three were because you stumbled into something that you shouldn't have seen." The words were delivered with the cool calculation that was used to face any situation. Weather of unheard of mystery or sampling a cup of tea, he kept his emotions on a tight leash, if they were felt at all of course.

Snapping the pocket watch turned into log pose shut he tucked the device back into his pocket before instructing Jacan, who was at the wheel to adjust their course slightly. "And your self-esteem didn't need any help."

Aegon sat next from his wife to be. It was a rather long celebration that would lead up to the finally being bound to one another. He was completely over it, and he yawned as he watched the townsfolk danced at the banquet. Leaning back on his chair and picked up his goblet of wine and downing the whole thing in one go.

Aegon stood next to his mother with a frown on his face as he waited for the Redwynes to arrive. His father had decided that they needed stronger binds within westeros and arranged him to marry. He wasn't happy, he didn't want to take a bride. He liked his life of debauchery and that wasnt about to change.

He let out a yawn as he saw the carriage pulling into the keep. He had been out all night and had only gotten in just before the sunrise when his mother stormed in only an hour or two later forcing him to get up and bathe.

Lucien was dead asleep dreaming of being back in the Spring Court when something in his senses told him to wake up. He rubbed at his good eye as the mechanical one whirred in the direction of the door seeing a shadow moving towards his bed. With a wave of his hand he lit the candle by the bed to illuminate the room and spotted Elain right as she reached the edge. "Elain? Is everything okay?" He questioned slightly alarmed because only in his wildest dreams would this ever be happening with how frequently she seemed to reject him or keep him at arms length at least.

Attack in the Night {𝒥𝒶𝒸𝒶𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓈}

A King with A Crown Verse

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It was in the middle of the night when Jacaerys was jolted away from sleep by the sound of a crash. He sat up gently looking around the darkened chambers. The fire in the King's chambers was just embers now, and everything seemed calm. He rubbed his face gently before looking at Pen sleeping beside him in the bed. A soft breath left his lips. Everything was quiet. It just must have been the wind. As Jacaerys went to lay back down, he heard it again. However this time the sound was clear. Glass breaking and then the sound of something crashing.

Jacaerys shot up this time, sitting up in bed more alert, "Pen." He said softly but loud enough to rouse her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, something didn't feel right. He waited for movement from the guards, anything but nothing came. Then Jacaerys heard it, a soft voice crying out from down the hall.

"Papa! Mama!" It was Laenor's voice. The children. Jacaerys felt his heart drop into his stomach and it felt like his lungs stopped working for a moment. Although without wasting another second Jace was out of bed, just in his nightshirt and trousers, barefoot he rushed to the door and swung it open. The guards were gone. Mentally Jace cursed, they were changing shifts. Then he saw it, the soft glow of fire coming from down the hall, from the children's rooms. Yelling for the guards Jacaerys rushed down the hallway, throwing the door open. The room was already on fire, torches having been tossed through the window.

"No," Jace surged into the room, looking for his children. He spotted his eldest, Laenor huddled in a corner, staring at the fire, frozen not sure what to do. Jace coughed and ran further into the room, dodging the fire that was only growing, and rushed to his son scooping him up. The curtains were on fire, along with a bookshelf and a table.