#conquest.starter

grey eyes crosses the stands with avid interest — while the merchants from the riverlands and white harbor were plentiful in their own merch, it seemed that the ones from lannisport wished to raise at that, offering all sort of items: from jewelry to books to weapons to cloths to artcraft, great was the diversity of their goods. "that seems to suit you." she declares to the one next to her, kind smile tugging at her lips and lightening her gaze as it goes from the person to the object they hold.

following the announcement of the newest betrothal amirra had politely applauded along with most of the room, grateful her face and its features was obscured. when she felt it was appropriate she found her way to an empty balcony, the sight of the sunset sea even in darkness a soothing balm to her frustration. lids shut tight, she allowed the sound of the waves below to wash over her, letting the salt clinging to the air cleanse her inside and out, until footsteps behind her removed her from the one peaceful moment she had stolen tonight. she turned, struggling to pretend she was not bothered by their unannounced interruption. "my apologies if you have been looking for me, i was simply warm in the crowd." it was a lie, but she did think her cheeks might be flushed for any number of other reasons.

emerald gaze watches players intently , her focus mainly on the bard who sang ' jenny of oldstones ' --- a song that the young faun's heart always enjoyed hearing . how sweet the story . she leaned forward just slightly as song reached it's end , clapping furiously as singer and dancers to bow before starting something new . " brava ! " princess said with a smile to outshine the sun . " wasn't his voice just lovely ? " she asked her company , eyes so bright and wide - innocent .

❛ robert, you are becoming a terrible example for your sister. ❜ a chorus of giggles flittered through the room as deft digits tickled at her son's sides. the sweetness of his chortle as he squirmed in her arms broadening argella's smile into one that was usually solely reserved for her children. glancing upwards, argella's ministrations stilled as her smile faltered ever so slightly, ❛ you must forgive this one, it seems the excitement of his grandfather's celebrations have gotten the better of him. ❜ with her son held to her and dyana held by one of her ladies, she addressed the person once again. ❛ is there something you need ? ❜

"they won't let us play like savages here," he explains to the person next to him — for all of the tension he held in his body since the attack on the queen and the weeks that followed, at the very least, the sports part of the event was something that could serve as a distraction (best not to think that if there is anyone lurking around, that is exactly what they'd like). the downside is that his companion would get unnecessary explanation about something they may have not even asked about. neverthless, royce's hand goes to the belt around his hips. "we'll hold onto this and try to flip one another. once the other is on the ground, that's it. no real danger."

the aroma of wine and victory clung to the air as thickly as the incense within the great sept . spirits were high amongst the princesses close entourage and argella herself dwelled within a far more agreeable disposition ; the improvement of her mood a welcomed relief to those who knew her best . racing had always been a cathartic enterprise for the woman and the additional thrill of winning, only nurtured a delicate ego . the prize purse had swiftly been distributed to those in need and the gilded horseshoes presented to those whom cared for her mare – argella's true reward lay within the victory itself . ❛ come and join us . ❜ her voice, merry and appealing, carried over the din of celebration . ❛ this is a night of celebration . ❜ and in true baratheon style, an opportunity to stroke ones ego .