baratheon, steffon
everything had devolved into chaos. a king is deadโ his brother in law no lessโ and someone has been snatched from every single kingdom. his own kin, in fact. then there is his dear little sister who holds the heirs to the crownlands who is no doubt a target, if these madmen are true to their insane word.
and with everything gone to shit, it has made the king of the stormlands think. made him reevaluate those who he has deemed important in his life. should the gods take him now, would he leave this world with regrets? sure, there is certainly no man who can leave this life without regrets. however, there are some things he knows he can change, things he can get done now that meant he would rest more soundly.
that is how he finds himself at the chamber doors of one luciya rowan. he had managed to use his royal status to persuade the guards that stood outside to let him through. he knocks and knocks, anxiously waiting a response.ย โit is me, luciya.โ
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ย ย ย ย ย ย THE NORTH WAS PROVING TOย ย beย entirely cold. in its weather and in its occurrences. there had been no love lost in the death of the dragon king, a targaryen from the opposite side of her own. however, there had been a tug in her chest upon realizing that he had left behind a pregnant widow. of course, not just any widow... a baratheon. the twin of the man that had done everything in his power to crumble each and every one of her walls. given, there had been no hesitation or protests on her end... which, of course, made things evidently smoother.
ย ย ย ย ย ย lithe frame sits by her window, elbow resting against the wooden border, chin propped against her curled fingers and her palm. dark orbs, ever as attentive, studying the fountain. the sun has long since set and there is not an ounce of light other than the ones that had been placed around the corridors. that, and the outside townโs light. booming chatter and laughter drowning out the knocking of her new visitor.
ย ย ย ย ย luciya is nudged out of her trance by the very sound of the stormlandโs regent prince voice. the sound she had decided to be her favorite. amongst, of course, others - all circling back to him. eyebrows furrow in confusion, as they had not agreed to meet tonight and he was openly coming to the quarters in which she was residing. a sense of worry claims her, urging the slim brunette towards the door.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โ steffon ?? โ head lifts ever so slightly to allow dark hues to find the familiar features of the prince. she moves, allowing room for him to enter. โ is something wrong ?? โ














