#thrones.starter

There was a high likelihood that she was absolutely not supposed to be where she currently was, however, Daciana had always lost the struggle against boredom. That, and her family's age old hatred for the Targaryans meant she'd had little opportunity to explore the Red Keep. "Oh gods," she turned the corner and nearly ran into someone, "forgive me, I wasn't expecting anyone." She pressed a hand to her chest, and scrambled for an excuse for her presence.

      ❝  jaime,  do  be  careful.  ❞      she  called after her son. one of the other parents had arranged a mini sword fighting tourney for the children, and despite worry forming a pit in her stomach whenever jaime was out of her sight, alicent hadn’t been able to refuse her son’s request to participate. she knew no one would get hurt. the mother who had volunteered to supervise the children was nearly as protective as alicent. still... hunting was meant to be harmless fun too, and it had taken her heart from her. however, she wore a smile without faltering, turning back to the flower arrangement she’d absentmindedly been making. she looked over at the person beside her.        ❝  his grace has planned a grand celebration. is there anything you’re looking forward to?  ❞

"while it's no highgarden," florian paused only momentarily, "i must admit these gardens possess a certain charm," he concluded with a smile as he turned to look at his companion. it was a forced statement, he hated the mere thought of anything in kings landing being charming, but the gardens were nice. not to mention, he was essentially desperate for a conversation that had nothing to do with the ball.

violet   stared   unblinking   at   the   sculpture   in   front   of   them,   head   tilting   slightly   to   the   side   as   she   considered   it.   it   was   hard   for   the   lady   to   discern   what   creature   it   was   meant   to   resemble,   looked   fierce   at   the   very   least   in   her   eyes.   “   the   crown   has   far   better   taste   than   the   arryns   ever   did, ”   they   spoke,   believing   themselves   to   be   alone.   “   an   improvement. ”   a   dragon,   mayhaps.   prettier   than   any   of   the   garish   birds   that   had   adorned   the   halls   previously.

          daemon  maneuvered  about  the  room  with  a  familiar  ease,  and  not  for  the  first  time  that  evening  does  the  déjà  vu  hit  him,  the  situation  and  the  celebrations,  memories  of  a  wedding  he’d  held  with  fondness.  but  the  more  time  he’s  spent  with  shaera  in  recent  days,  a  part  of  him  felt  hopeful  that  perhaps  they  might  find  that  same  sort  of  happiness  he’d  once  held  with  laena.  he  wished  for  it,  at  least,  that  maybe  the  gods  would  offer  him  this  kindness  after  all  they  have  already  put  him  through,  though  he  knew  wanting  for  such  things  was  unlikely  to  get  him  far.  daemon  accepted  each  congratulations  (  and  calculating  side  -  eye  )  with  a  warm  smile  and  the  grace  of  any  crown  prince,  kind  thanks  offered  in  return  as  was  expected  of  him.  head  inclines  just  slightly  towards  the  person  nearest  him,  hands  clasped  loosely  behind  his  back  as  gaze  shifts  towards  bride  across  the  room.     ❝  i  do  hope  you’re  enjoying  yourself.  have  you  had  the  opportunity  to  taste  the  tarts,  yet  ?  i’m  hoping  there’ll  still  be  some  left  for  later.  ❞

brynden wasn’t sure why he even thought of even attending the nightly banquet. all he ever did at these functions was sit in the corner, enjoy the food, and sip on wine. he wasn’t one for interactions and preferred to be alone, quite the opposite of his own family. popping another grape into his mouth, he leaned back on his seat, observing the room from where he sat. he noticed someone trying to get his attention but wasn’t sure what exactly they were saying. “i apologize, i could not hear you over the music. could you repeat that?” 

 of  all  the  places  for  the  rose  to  feel  the  most  comfortable  ,  the  safest  ,  it  was  the  garden.  ironically  near  the  courtyard  where  she  wouldn’t  walk  again  ,  but  the  greenery  and  scents  soothed  her  being.  elif  was  with  two  septas  and  four  of  the  tyrell  guards  ,  playing  in  her  rooms  and  working  on  her  lessons.  so  ,  with  her  child  safe  vareena  sought  solitude  to  settle  her  raging  mind.  her  worries  had  been  kicked  into  high  drive  ,  even  if  they  hadn’t  seen  any  loss  within  their  immediately  family.  yet  loosing  the  ruling  lord  beesbury  was  still  a  loss  of  the  reach  ,  and  the  real  fear  of  something  causing  harm  to  her  daughter  had  the  lady  very  tightly  wound.  foot  steps  cause  her  to  visibly  jump  ,  eyes  immediately  snapping  to  the  source  as  one  hand  covers  her  rapidly  beating  heart.  “  apologies  for  the  dramatic  reaction  ,  you  startled  me.  ”