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maery  was  never  going  to  simply  be  plucked  up  and  carried  away  .  whatever  gods  her  attacker  prayed  to  had  not  smiled  upon  him  when  they  had  set  his  course  towards  the  youngest  ironborn  princess  .  her  teeth  to  his  ear  had  been  followed  by  his  demise  by  his  own  blade  ,  wielded  by  she  who  had  no  mercy  .  in  the  wake  of  it  ,  maery  felt  more  animal  than  woman  ,  as  if  the  adrenaline  that  had  flooded  her  system  the  second  she’d  been  grabbed  from  behind  had  declined  its  invitation  to  leave  .  her  hair  is  intricately  braided  to  disguise  the  strands  of  white  blonde  hair  that  remain  vaguely  stained  a  rust  colour  ,  but  vanity  aside  ,  maery  appears  as  if  nothing  had  happened  the  previous  night  .  “  i  will  not  have  your  pity  ,  ”  comes  the  insistence  the  second  she  hears  approaching  footsteps  ,  black  gaze  glued  to  a  map  of  dorne  she  had  commandeered  from  sunspear’s  library  early  on  in  her  visit  ,  “  you  can  shove  it  up  your  ass  .  ” 

belthasar  has been conditioned to  only  be willing  to  make  purchases  under scant few circumstances — when  something  of  his  needs  to  be  replaced  ,  when something is a  matter  of  survival  , and , since jory was born , when it's something his son wants .  it's  a  value  he  hopes  to  pass  down  to  the boy  ,  though  based  on  his  penchant  for  exploring  bustling  marketplaces  ,  that  particular  lesson  doesn't  seem  to  have  sunk  in  just  yet  .  which  he's  fine  to  indulge  for  now  ,  keeping  an  eye  on  jory  at  a  distance  as  usual  to  give  the  illusion  of  independence  —  at  least  until  the  boy  found  something  that  caught  his  eye  .  tucked  into  a  quieter  place  between  stalls  ,  the  lord  commander's  attention  is  momentarily  drawn  by  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  .  indigo  hues  slide  over  to  @reignrbs  ,  instinctively  stepping  to  the  side  to  make  more  room  for  them  to  ,  presumably  ,  browse  the  wares  .  "  do  let  me  know  if  i  am  still in  your  way  at all .  "  he  says  with  a  nod  and  slight  ,  personable  smile  .  "  i  am  but  a  coin - purse  today  .  "  he  clarifies  after  a  beat  ,  a  hint  of  levity  in  his  tone  ;  despite  his  generally  stony  countenance  ,  it's  a  role  he  accepts  without  complaint  .

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a fountain in the briar maze

lynesse fully intends to spend as much of the festivities by her sister’s side as possible, supporting as she enters a new phase of life and fending off overly enthusiastic well wishers as necessary. at the moment, however, denyse is sitting quietly with her new husband, and the contingent of guards surrounding them is enough to reassure her into stepping away for a short while. the courtyard’s edge offers some peace from the evening’s hubbub, but it is not long before she registers another person near her. 　“ i find it amusing that, despite the festivities taking place outside, one still needs to disengage for a breath of fresh air, ”　 she comments idly, gaze wandering over the party. 

open starter ! location : highgarden markets .

         The  past  months  suriya  had  braised  herself  for  her  own  turmoil  of  emotions  when  the  nobles  of  other  regions  began  to  trickle  in  and  overtake  the  city  she  loved  so  much.  yet  it  had  not  come,  the  moodiness,  the  unhappiness,  the  rebellious  attitude.  no.  she  had  been  surprised  by  how  much  she  adored  how  the  city  shun  with  excitement  for  the  festivities  to  come,  the  sound  of  the  people  proud  and  ready  to  show  everyone  how  magnificent  the  dornish  people  were.  it  made  her  proud,  it  had  been  days  in  which  the  princess  had  been  all  smiles  and  pleasant  mood. “look  at  how  the  city  buzzes  with  excitement,” she  comments,  leaning  on  the  rail  of  the  balcony  with  first  row  the  the  main  city  where  carriages  came  in  an  endless  line,  “its  magnificent.”

Her time in Dorne had been rather interesting so far she had to admit that, and it was beautiful but in all honesty she was starting to tire of it all and she wished they were able to leave soon. Of course she kept this to herself, there was no point on showing she was homesick and besides she also knew that being here could still have its benefits.

today in one of the libraries, it was the place she was more often not just because she liked to read but because she found it was one of the less crowded and one that was rather cool which was greatly appreciated. She had barely started to read when a loud noise took her out of, she looked around to see what had happened “Did something broke? Don’t worry I’m sure is not a historical artifact or something like that..”