「 who 」 ronan + steffon @paroch1al 「 where 」 lannisport , during the masquerade
even though a masquerade was a pitiful excuse for anonymity , ronan felt grateful for the black mask covering his face. the gilded hall shimmered with candlelight , every surface polished to gleam , every guest adorned in colors and jewels meant to dazzle. but beneath the laughter and the clinking of goblets , he saw only pretense. smiles sharpened like daggers , words that dripped honey while hiding venom. the mask spared him from it. it gave him the excuse to stay on the edges of the crowd , half a shadow in the corner , watching without being watched. no one expected much of a man who could not be recognised. he could let their games swirl around him like the sweep of silks on the dance floor , untouched , unbothered. for once , their curiosity slid past him , their false niceties wasted on others. and in that sliver of solitude , amidst the chaos of revelry , ronan almost felt at ease. he was content with watching the people hiding who they were. a tuft of unkempt hair caught his attention and without his permission his feet carried him across the polished floors until he stopped behind the boy , voice low but still carrying to the small boy in front of him. "are you here to slither into another man’s bed , only to slither back out just as fast , liege ?"
