#jesters.feast

ever the picture of doting prince, vaelyx had been steadily making rounds around the feat and entertaining the various lords and ladies that were in attendance. countless introductions to daughters and sons that seemed immediately disinterested with the prince, which he could not fault as he found himself almost as quickly checking out of the conversations. after what his sister deemed an appropriate amount of time, vaelyx excused himself to return back towards where he had spotted some unclaimed goblets of wine. the man helped himself to a goblet, smiling as he took a sip. “ can you keep a secret?” he asked, shifting his gaze to the person standing near him. the prince leaned in slightly, as if they were conspiring together. “ i shall never tell lord redwyne, but i do believe i am far more partial to dornish wine over arbor red.”

        dark  eyes  watched  as  people  circled  about the room, quietly making note who spoke with whom and the frequency they drifted back to certain groups over others. people were so careful with what they said but not who they surrounded themselves with. it made sense. people in unfamilar places felt most comfortable around familiar people. cassian was happy to glean what he could. however, the sound of someone approaching tugged at his attention. he possessed no desire to listen to whatever drivel they were saying, but the hand of the queen had crafted a careful reputation for himself, and unfirendliness wasn’t one of its traits. he looked to the side with a smile.        ❝  my apologies, the music drowned out what you said.  ❞        it was only partially true, but lies fell from his lips naturally, and this one was nowhere near the worse he’d spoken this evening alone. 

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘  𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  attending  the  queen’s  feast,  adorned  in  a  deep  blue  gown  that  is  reminiscent  of  the  flickering  blue  flames  of  ironwood  when  her  skirts  catch  the  light.

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖛𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓  attending the queen's feast to welcome the nobles to king's landing .

it felt like ages since forrest had been in court for any sort of celebration or feast, certainly not since the queen’s first marriage and his own. the jacket that his good mother had pleaded for him to wear, while quite stunning in varying shades of deep greys and hints of navy blue, felt far tighter than he was comfortable with. as if she was still sending in the measurements from when he was younger, rather than allow forrest to wear what he truly desired, the thought of being stuck under his parent’s thumb again made his stomach twist. “ by the seven,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing the first glass he saw and downing it immediately with a slight wince. he’d never been partial to dornish wine, the burn far too harsh for his liking. as he coughed, patting his own chest gently, forrest’s eyes met someone else’s. realization set in as he smiled slightly at the stranger. “ pardon me, please tell me that was not your drink that i stole?”

adorned proudly in cascades of colors that remain as deeply blue as the sea, with the trappings of gold laced throughout his coat, vaelyx remains close to his sister, queen vaella’s side throughout the feast. at her request, the man greets all the families that are in attendance, flashing many a charming smile. the whispers speak of curiosity as to why the prince has now declared his intent to marry, to which he politely laughs and speaks of a desire to begin a life much like his brother’s and cousin’s, full of love and hopefully one day, children. 

𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖞𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑 attending the queen's feast to welcome the nobles to king's landing .