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          he’s  waited  long  enough  .  originally  thought  to  be  a  momentary  cold  shoulder  from  the  prince  ,  now  that  the  other  is  married  ,  olyvar  isn’t  so  sure  it’s  temporary  .  part  of  him  didn’t  want  it  to  be  and  wished  this  marriage  meant  he’d  see  less  of  daemon  from  then  on  .  the  other  part  of  him  ,  the  one  who  was  going  through  the  motions  because  of  uncertainty  otherwise  ,  only  wished  to  desperately  talk  to  him  .  he’s  not  even  entirely  sure  what  he  wants  anymore  or  if  that  even  includes  daemon  ,  but  his  thoughts  are  driving  him  mad  and  olyvar  finds  himself  with  enough  rage  not  to  care  about  potentially  ruining  the  other’s  wedding  night  .  after  some  bargaining  and  sprinting  from  the  kingsguard  ,  the  tyrell  lord  finds  himself  nearly  colliding  with  the  chamber  doors  he’s  entered  many  times  before  .  he  takes  a  moment  to  catch  his  breath  and  lean  against  the  doors  once  he’s  closed  them  ,  staring  daggers  at  daemon  .   ❝   i  hated  your  wedding  .   ❞

memories, both happy and painful ones, tainted every inch of the red keep. although cassana spent her happy days with in these red stone walls, the unpleasant ones seem to overshadow them. it has been long since she last stepped foot on capital soil even if driftmark was close by. cassana couldn’t even remember the last time she saw prince daemon. was it at laena’s funeral? being at the festival thrown to honor his matrimony put the lady velaryon in an awkward position because some time ago, laena was just as celebrated. “your grace,” cassana dipped into a curtsy at the sight of the prince and her dear friend’s ex-husband. “allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations on your new betrothal.” despite him re-marrying, to her laena will always be princess — the princess that was wrongfully taken from them. 

“it is most fortunate that you are able to join us, my lady,” aeron turned to lady gwyn as they walked through the busy streets. “your timing, too, is perfect. it was quite dreary prior to the festival. one that would dampen your experience here, i am sure,” he said with a chuckle. the whole city celebrated not only the betrothal of the crown prince but also an end to the dark cloud that shrouded over it. “what do you plan to do today? i would gladly accompany you if you would like.”

          she  should  have  left  the  moment  dilara  was  spotted  .  meryem  can  never  help  herself  when  it  comes  to  anything  that  concerns  spying  or  eavesdropping  .  what  they  never  consider  is  if  they’re  prepared  to  hear  what  they  do  -  and  though  they  don’t  make  out  specific  sentences  ,  they  can  hear  their  name  being  said  .  the  only  reason  her  wicked  sister  would  mention  her  is  if  it  was  in  an  insult  .  she  waits  a  few  minutes  as  to  not  make  her  sudden  appearance  obvious  then  pauses  directly  in  front  of  dilara  and  faces  away  for  a  moment  .   ❝   is  that  lord  cassian  ?  my  ,  he  has  many  friends  ...  how  lucky  of  you  to  be  betrothed  to  such  a  social  butterfly  ,  sister  .   ❞   a  mischievous  grin  ,  for  she  was  neither  betrothed  nor  connected  to  such  a  womanizer  .

the library felt like a different world, the quiet felt so foreign with how chaotic everything was beyond those heavy wooden doors. it wasn’t in aeron’s plans to stay in the library but he somewhere wandered off into the keep and found himself there. the books were momentary distractions, detaching him from the present. engrossed in his reading, aeron failed to notice another person with him as well. “your grace,” the dornish closed his book immediately and dipped his head as eyes caught a glimpse of iron throne’s heir. “my apologies, i didn’t know someone else was in here.”

          olyvar  leans  against  the  wall  next  to  the  targaryen  chambers  ,  patiently  waiting  for  aegon  who  he  swore  went  this  direction  .  his  leg  shakes  repeatedly  as  he  waits  ,  every  few  seconds  trying  to  convince  himself  to  stand  up  and  leave  .  just  as  he’s  finally  done  it  ,  propped  himself  back  up  straight  ,  the  door  opens  .   ❝   ah  ,  finally  ,  i’ve  been  waiting  for  -   ❞   he’s  already  off  ,  airing  the  speech  that’s  been  running  through  his  mind  ,  when  it’s  daemon  that  steps  into  view  .  oly  immediately  stops  and  stares  ,  almost  glaring  at  the  other  .   ❝   hm  ,  wrong  prince  .   ❞   olyvar  mumbles  ,  arms  crossing  against  his  torso  .   ❝   you  know  ,  your  guards  questioned  me  ...  you  didn’t  have  to  name  me  in  your  alibi  .  they  would  have  believed  whatever  you  said  .   ❞