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𝐒𝐄𝐑    𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍    𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑    

𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.  any corridor 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺.  open

“  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂.  ”    echo  was  eerily  calm  as  her  nails  dug  harshly  in  the  perpetrator’s  flesh,    the  touch  scorching.    it  could  nearly  sound  as  if  she  cared  for  their  safety,    pass  it  off  as  panicked  worry:    had  it  not  been  for  the  icey  glare  she  stabbed  his  figure  with.    “  get  them  off  of  me.  ”

This felt like deja vu, having wandering the garden as she looked around. Hearing arguing, she hid behind a column and slowly moved closer - not close enough where her presence would be known but close enough where she could hear them. Maybe she was too enthralled in the conversation or just didn’t care about those around her but when she heard something crunch behind her, she gasped and quickly turned around. “I can’t feel my heart beating,” she said with a breath

          DUNCAN    NOTICES    HER    A    WHILE    AWAY,    wandering    the    gardens    and    finally    settling    behind    a    pillar,    strange    behaviour    from    the    lady    forrester.    suspicions    rise    within    the    lannister    and    he    quickly    follows    suit,    eyeing    the    other    for    any    weapons    or    espionage    paraphernalia    that    may    betray    her    intentions.    finding    none,    he    merely    walks    up    to    her,    places    his    hands    on    his    hips    and    raises    his    eyebrows.    “    may    i    ask    what    you’re    up    to    lady    gianna    ?    ” 

           She can’t help but muse at his pun, while cheese it is still funny. aslan was as much a thorn rose as he was a lion and she would make sure he grew up knowing just as much. “yes, he sure grows strong with each passing day, he will be a lion warrior one day like his father and uncle i am certain. but as smart as his mother and aunt.” perhaps it was wishful thinking but she saw a little bit of everyone in him. such a loved child, it was only natural he took after them all one way or another. she turns the corner to witness others setting the table, she was hungrier that expected. “but how are you doing? hope they are not working you too hard.”

          DUNCAN    NODS,     “    i    certainly    do    not    doubt    it.    your    union    with    my    brother    has    certainly    benefited    us    all.    not    only    with    allies    and    manpower    but    with    a    strong    lord    -    heir,    there    is    no    doubt    in    my    mind    that    he    will    be    marked    in    the    pages    of    our    history.    ”    he    shrugs    his    shoulder    at    her    question,    armour    awkwardly    clanging    against    each    other,    “    ah,    you    know    us    knights,    the    work    never    ends.    but     i’m    grateful    they’ve    given    me    some    time    to    spend    with    you    and    the    rest    of    the    family.    though    duty    will    call    and    i    will    have    to    answer    it,    it’s    the    very    least    i    can    do    ...    after    the    mistakes    i    have    made.    ”

raising to his feet after the most recent round of exertion, the snow bastard peels his shirt from his chest ( using the edge of the material to wipe down his face ). “but this is just the warm up?” the words come out as if confused by the other mans desire to rest following their training, but daemon is given away but the shit eating grin that accompanies them. “i would say you would get used to my routine, but i fear my time in kings landing will be coming to an end soon. you’ll be in charge of beating up your own body then.” taking a few steps closer to the man, he offered out an arm. “now come on. that gallon of water and a bit of food awaits. then you can nap all you’d like.”

           SWEAT    CROWNS    HIS    FOREHEAD    (    the    only    kind    of    crown    that    he    is    destined    for,    he    breathes,    bleeds    and    sweats    for    the    queen    and    her    kingdom,    this    is    what    being    a    knight    entails,    this    is    his    only    fate    ).    an    exasperated    laugh    leaves    his    heaving    body    and    he    shakes    his    head    at    the    seemingly    invulnerability    of    the    other.    an    awestruck    smile    forms    across    his    sweat    salted    lips,    “    oh    gods,    nothing    sounds    more    divine    --    and    what    do    you    mean    by    that    ?    will    you    be    stationed    elsewhere    ?    ”    duncan’s    brows    furrows,    he    hasn’t    heard    news    of    this,    grabbing    onto    the    other’s    arms,    easily    standing    up    with    his    anchor    of    a    friend. 

          She had heard in the distance as she had put the final touches to herself for the day, although she had not thought of the sound as anything until the knock on the door came. a sweet smile spreading on her rose colored cheeks as she recognized the voice of her good brother. the lannister were her family in all sense of the word, all had welcomed her with open arms without hesitation and for that she held them all in high regards. lale opened the door faced light up at the idea. “its the best invitation i’ve gotten since i arrived in kings landing, it shall be my honor.” closing the door behind her as she stepped into the hall. “food should be ready on the terrace, if we are lucky aslan shall join us soon.” the little lannister babe still slept deeply. 

         DUNCAN    GRINS    WIDELY,    nodding    his    head    as    a    form    of    gratitude    for    her    acceptance    of    his    invitation.    though    the    lannisters    have    always    been    wary    of    outsiders,    and    the    gory    history    between    his    and    lale’s    ancestors,    she    has    been    a    wonderful    and    greatly    appreciation    addition    to    the    family,    having    blessed    them    with    the    greatest    (    and    most    adorable    )    little    heir    to    casterly    rock    but    also    allies    and    a    different    perspective    from    the    reach.    “    ah,    i    hope    so.    how    is    the    little    lion    ?    growing    strong    ?    ”    duncan’s    brows    rise    and    fall    teasingly,    unable    to    help    the    pun    that    slipped    form    his    lips. 

The first question that comes to their mind as they stare down at the golden helm was who ratted them out? Probably some southern noble, having had their oh, so delicate sensibilities offended by the act of a stranger scaling a tree. Dark eyes blinking slowly, a Cheshire grin spreads across her lips as a hand is lifted up, middle finger extended. “Make me, little lion man.” They fully expect his offense at their actions, though it was debatable if he’ll make the attempt to scale the tree. Downsides of a full set of armor, truly.

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 AFTER CELEBRATIONS WERE OVER , Capella had found herself in a bit of boredom. Still stuck in King’s Landing , not sure when the Dayne faction were heading back off to continue their duties in Starfall , she entered the next day with the want of something to do. She quickly found that in a game of pall mall that had been set up in one of the courtyards , not to be messed with , so Capella took the liberty of starting a solo game. Thank goodness for her sisters not being there , or this would have turned into a death match of Pall Mall. The Dornish girl seemed to be quite good at the game , the sun shining down on her and her light pink gown not seeming to bother her in the slightest. As she was about to hit her ball into the next arch , she caught glimpse of a figure. “Good morning!” She called out , moving a hand to brush dark hair out of her face. 

         THE    WEDDINGS    HAS    CERTAINLY   taken    a    toll    on    the    lady    yronwood,    unable    to    share    in    the    happiness    of    her    friend    and    in    her    prince,    too    overcome    with    the    agony    of    unrequited    love,    she    left    the    celebrations    with    a    heavier    heart    than    when    she    came.    it    had    been    expected,    this    union    between    love    her    life    and    the    sea    -    wolf    princess    but    the    reality    of    it    all    is    still    a    knife    to    the    centre    of    her    chest.    walking    the    grounds    in    an    effort    to    alleviate    such    pains,    she    sees    the    lady    dayne    and    plastered    on    the    best    smile    she    could.   “   good    morning    to    you    too    lady    dayne.    ”    she    curtsies    politely,    “    i    see    you’re    in    the    middle    of    a    solo    game    of    pall    mall    ?    would    you    like    a    contender   ?   ”

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“she’s quite beautiful, is she not?” ileah’s voice floats across the training grounds as she toys with the axe, spinning it as if it could never hurt her. there’s a skill beneath the movements, but to anyone watching she simply looks like she’s playing with it. “what is your favorite weapon?” inquires the blacktyde lady to the pair of eyes watching her.

“My coffers are deep enough brother, to support coffee drinking and the rest of the world. I keep Tharon’s swords sharp too and him well equipped as another friend of mine” He sighed before breathing deeply hiding his face in the mug. “Shit, Tharon held me while I cried my soon to be wife is pregnant - I watched the man I loved lie to me and then die knowing legitimizing my daughter and any plans i previously had are pushed back until I have gotten in good with my king again unsure if he will allow me to call him friend again. Still not sleeping - I would like for one day for neither of us to have the world implode”

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He had drunk too much and it was becoming apparent. He hadn’t even realized it until he began to grow dizzy. Sitting down, he placed a hand on his head and sighed, “tomorrow is going to be fun,” he groaned, running a hand over his face as he tried his best to sober up. “I need water,” he said as he got a waiters attention and got a glass. Taking a sip, he nearly coughed the drink out, “that’s not water,” he covering his mouth as he coughed

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He was feeling the urge to go up there and play one of the instruments, the tempo of the music feeling off and the rhythm just not seeming right to him. Maybe because he was a perfectionist he focused on every minute detail but it really seemed to him that something was off. “If I could go up there and just grab a violin,” he muttered to himself before feeling a pair of eyes on him and turning to where they were coming from. “Yes?” he asked, hoping they hadn’t heard him

          ETHAN’S    EYES    LIGHTS    UP    in    the    mention    of    the    musical    instrument,    and    he    takes    a    gulp    of    his    wine    before    standing    shoulder    to    shoulder    against    the    lord.    how    exactly    he    heard    his    little    whispers    over    the    bustling    and    celebratory    crowd,    he’ll    never    know.    “    well,    why    not    !    ”    ethan    grins,    “    i’ll    do    it    with    you    if    you    like.    you    grab    the    violin    and    i    shall    play    the    cello    ?    ”

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“not that i ever speak poorly of dorne,” well… not out loud. “but they do know how to craft a delicious wine.” cedrick had only had a little, choosing not to allow anything to fog his mind too much. he liked to be alert, especially at an event where there were so many people gathered in such a small space. oh the secrets he and his spies should uncover tonight. “have you tried one yet?” he questions the prince, glancing to the other and quirking a brow in question.