#oftroje

Highgarden  was  beautiful,  Gysella  could  not  deny  that.  The  gardens  looked  like  something  out  of  a  painting,  a  blue  sky  with  warm  breeze  so  picturesque  she  almost  couldn't  believe  it.  But  there  was  a  tension  in  the  air.  The  last  time  she  had  seen  most  of  these  people,  had  been  just  before  the  attack,  though  what  was  worse  was  searching  the  crowds  for  faces  she  feared  she  would  not  see  again.  Gysella  was  not  an  affectionate  woman,  she  held  little  love  for  those  outside  of  her  direct  circle,  but  to  die  like  that...  There  were  few  she  would  wish  it  on.  There  had  been  reservations  on  coming  at  all.  Was  it  worth  the  risk  to  life  and  limb?  But,  of  course,  the  draw  of  power  was  one  too  tempting  to  ever  ignore.  With  ever  practiced  grace,  she  moved  slowly,  like  there  was  not  a  care  in  the  world.  "I  never  had  the  privilege  of  visiting  Highgarden  before.  I  am  grateful,  that  the  Tyrells  have  opened  their  doors  to  us  all."

travis: what would it be?

❝ i remember the days starting out like this not very long ago . ❞ perhaps it was too soon to jest , but what awaits as replacement held no place in this time of healing . it was not fear that drives the turmoil within the lord heir of pyke , not the persistent cacophony that echoed the halls and towers of the iron islands . rather the frustrating blissful ignorance that the country continues to wear with pride despite all that had happened . ❝ and i expect most to ❞ flock ❝ visit the castle sept before indulging merriment of any sort . ❞

"Prince  Rhaeys."  Amos  bowed  his  head,  but  couldn't  bring  himself  to  stand,  too  deep  in  his  cups  to  do  so  gracefully.  One  night,  he  was  granting  himself.  One  night,  from  the  ever  churning  thoughts  inside  his  mind,  the  worries  that  plagued  him.  "I  do  hope  married  life  is  agreeing  with  you.  I  found  the  transition  hard,  in  truth,  after  my  own  wedding.  Do  you  care  to  join  me?  I  can  have  another  cup  brought  over."

Myranda was never one for overindulgence. She took what she needed, and that was enough. But something about the castle, the party, made her feel like a different person. She wondered if it was what she would have been like, had she been left at a southern Lord's gate, instead of Karhold. Another glass of wine in hand and a breathless laugh on her lips, she was all light steps and swirling pale skirts. She walked from one end of the room to the other, just to try and see everything, and every time she turned it felt like there was another costume catching her eye. That's what drew her attention, when she accidentally trod on a masked strangers foot. She turned, raising a hand to her mouth to cover her gasp. "My deepest apologies. The mask, you see. It blocks my vision terribly." She tapped on the side of the pale wood with a single finger. "Though... Paying better attention might also help."