#rfms.masquerade

 she  wasn’t  uncomfortable  by  staying  inside  the  ball  room  ,  the  performers  outside  holding  her  interest  only  as  long  as  the  wind  hadn’t  blown.  the  dornish  woman  was  otherwise  a  bit  miserable  ,  and  it  was  plenty  obvious.  “  could  you  imagine  how  long  it  takes  to  do  that  so  well  ?  ”  asks  she  ,  gesturing  to  the  woman  hanging  from  the  ceiling  and  twirling  in  large  strands  of  silk.

      ❝  no,  my  lord,  you  have  nothing  to worry about. it was a prank taken too far               yes, the hall will be cleaned, and i’ll have a maester visit your wife.  ❞       at last the man appeared satisfied, at least enough to bow and bid him farewell. finally. it wasn’t the first guest who’d approached him since the fireworks had filled the night sky, many worried that this was an ill omen, a warning from the iron born, while others had been concerned about a family member who’d fallen due to the ice. a heavy sigh fell from the king’s lips. damn ironborn. all he’d wanted was a quiet ball, meant to brighten everyone’s spirits after being stuck in winterfell for longer, but alas fate had other ideas. the sound of footsteps approuching made him turn, a smile returning to his lips.     ❝  yes? how may i help you?  ❞

 eirelia  hadn’t  loved  slipping  on  her  ass  through  the  halls  of  winterfell  ,  but  she  did  love  chaos.  now  ,  in  the  courtyard  with  a  frosted  ass  and  sore  limbs  ,  she  couldn’t  help  but  grin  at  the  cackling  ironborn  and  sparkles  in  the  sky.  “  well  isn’t  this  a  sight  ?  ”  questions  the  lady  aloud  ,  glancing  about  to  the  nobles  and  small  folk  alike  who  gathered  for  the  beauty  in  the  sky  ...  and  the  ones  groaning  about  the  ice  that  had  yet  to  even  get  off  the  ground.

 “  do  you  think  they’d  let  anyone  try  ?  ”  questions  the  mormont  as  he  gestures  to  the  fire  breathers  setting  up  to  begin  their  performance.  it’s  fascinating  ,  far  more  than  anything  else  happening  at  the  moment.  hugo  wasn’t  bored  at  the  ball  ,  far  used  to  these  types  of  celebrations  in  winterfell  ,  but  gods  was  he  easily  focused  on  only  one  aspect.  “  it  couldn’t  be  that  scary  ,  could  it  ?  ”  it  was  safe  to  say  his  wonder  outweighed  his  logic  in  the  moment.  the  lord  blamed  the  ale.