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It had been one of the things she least expected to happen. Once it had actually been said out loud to his family she knew that it had been final. It wasn't something he could take back. Beneath all the shock of his decision she had wondered if maybe this would make him a happier man. Kiera enjoyed having the finer things, sure. But she could see herself living a happier life without the future title of Queen attached to her. A simpler life could be nice and the thought alone made her flash a small smile.

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“Do you consider yourself a loser, then, cousin? A pitiful footnote destined to be forgotten by history?”

The princess asked, tracing one finger around the rim of her goblet before sinking back into her chair and lifting the cup to her lips.

She let her words linger in the air for a moment, watching him over the rim of her cup as she took a slow drink. Then she leaned forward to claim the carafe, filling his goblet before topping off her own with her favored red; something sweet, full-bodied, and dark as spilled blood. Something luxurious before he and the rest of the participants in the trial would face either death or victory tomorrow morning. Daeron had done everything he could to avoid entering the lists at Ashford, and yet here he was, commanded by his father to join him and his brother on the side of the accusers.

“Or do you simply believe our kin will lose tomorrow?”

Prince Daeron Targaryen

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Jason sat slightly hunched, chewing his thumb as he listened to the other man. His heart beating fast, he knew this man and was terrified of being found out so soon.

the secondary statement knocks him unsteady for a fleeting moment. dreams. could the man so comfortable in the expanse of his shadow be blessed by gods with foresight ? or perhaps it was simply a coincidence, a familiarity of faux concept - a face mistaken for his own. " you will stand. " eyes stay steady on the other, sword wrapped tight in free hand. they are wasting time - and should the other choose to live, perhaps he will ask of this dreaming notion he speaks of. " you will be torn to shreds should you decide to remain, which means you shall stand and accompany me - there is no honor in dying with such submission. "

their entire relationship had been built on sealing a political alliance that had been close to failing. she'd been cordial and done her duty to her father. this may have been her second marriage, but she knew there could've been worse fates out there for her. kiera stood by her husband through his struggles and cared for him as best as possible. they may no longer have the political pressures of being a royal couple in the succession, but they had other things to take care of now. their daughter vaella had been born, beautiful and healthy.

he  speaks  in  riddles  most  days  ─  in  whispered  slurs  with  fever  drunk  eyes  and  laughter  that  pierces  ear  drums.  an  unpleasant  sarcastic  weight  that  combated  baela's  own  natural  affinity  for  derision.  love  was  fashioned  by  the  god's,  made  imperfect  with  mortal  hands  and  therefore  attainable.  fingers  slip  off  the  trigger  of  her  crossbow,  bracing  it  against  the  bark  of  the  weirwood  and  bending  so  they're  eye  level.  improper  posture  septa's  would  hiss,  slapping  firm  palms  to  her  lower  back  until  the  gentle  curve  of  it  became  rigid.  at  least  three  are  missing  chunks  of  flesh  from  their  wrist.

The Lord of Jest took his favorite form; a fool wearing the green mask of a dragon, the curling horns turned into fabric tassels of a faint bronze, ending in two silver bells. His elaborate costume comprised of green and purple diamonds, a golden collar like the odd frill of a dragon bright around his throat.  

The purple marking upon the mask pulsed brightly, like the twin violet orbs that glowed like odd embers in the eyeholes of the dragon mask.

“You speak as if you are not one of them.” He crooned, curling a gloved hand with long fingers underneath his chin. “But I smell the scent of humanity on you.” The head tilted, bells jingling. “Humans are flawed creatures. But so is every other beast that walks this realm.”