;; a m y s t i c w i s d o m

“yes, i do. i’ve loved him for awhile but only recently have we been able to say it. i love him.”

“messed things up? i was having a conversation with cedric not like he is totally innocent in this shit. i don’t hear anyone bringing up how he threw the death of my twin sister in my face? i am a good hand of the king and i have no plans on leaving.”

“how can you even ask me such a question? florian would never betray me like that…but if he did. if all of this truly was just an act to get information out of me to hurt our kingdom then i don’t know what i would do…..but i coudn’t see him killed. tried for treason, yes but no i couldn’t support him being sentenced to death even if he did do it.”

“for some time there was some resentment towards him, how could there not be? she was not only my sister but my twin. but he had little say in a decision his father made for him as well. in the end there was little he could have done.”

ah, the hand of the king. she did not suspect any malintent from the man though she was perpetually wary of those who found themselves loyal to the lannisters. despite the fact that she had stayed in king’s landing for a while, the two did not really spend any time together outside of court. she wonders how he feels about her given her tense relationship to the man he advises.

“you are forgiven and yes, that is fine,” she says with a sigh. “did you have any specific questions, my lord?” she asks curiously, slowly turning to face him. perhaps he was starting an investigation into the chaos of the ball and the reason behind it. 

@willem-clegane​ | TWO days after

true to who she was as a person, lynesse remained locked in her rooms, her chest pinned to the bed as the wind pricked at her nude back. the septa tried to work the bandage off carefully, but it still felt harsh and rough no matter the touch. lynesse groaned in agony as the scabbing caught the fabric, her leg jolting upwards and hitting the woman in the process. ‘fucking seven hells that hurt! sorry septa, but gods that was horrid–’ she said through gritted teeth and unparalleled annoyance. the creaking door interrupted the ordeal and lynesse turned pale eyes to look over at her betrothed. she had forgotten about him. perhaps she should have sent a note. ‘will, how lovely to see you. you almost missed the show.’

“You must be careful not to reopen your wounds, Lady Lysella. I fear for your health should they become infected.” Lysella nodded as the grey-streaked maester finished wrapping the fresh bandage on her hands, trying to avoid looking at the red-stained ones he had removed before. There was also one on her neck, stark white and noticeable to everyone. She was not permitted to cover it in any capacity as to not agitate the injury and the thought made her mournful. If she reached her hand to her neck, her fingers would tingle with the sensation of touching the metal of her necklace, but instead, the floated along her clavicle until she came to her throat. She thanked the maester as he packed his things and prepared to leave. A knock sounded at her door then, causing her to frown in confusion as she heard Will’s voice on the other side.

She opened the door, revealing an out of breath Will standing before her doorway. “Will?” Lysella greeted. “I shall take my leave now, princess.” The maester said as he brushed past them to step into the hall. “Of course. Thank you, Maester.” She said before inviting Will into her rooms. She sat down with a heavy sigh, the agitation and sadness clear on her face. “Don’t tell me, I know I must look awful,” She told him. “I don’t think I got a moment of sleep last night.”

once the older maester had walked past them he closed the heavy door behind them. it was just them now and will could feel himself letting out a deep sigh. they could talk freely like this, no worries of people listening in on them. most of the time the two of them spent moments like this laughing and enjoying themselves but he was sure that was not going to be the case now. his blue eyes wandered over lysella as he took in the bandages wrapped around her. the ones on her hand did not worry him as much as the one on her neck.

     HE BLINKED THREE times when willem appeared in front of him, actually taken aback by his presence.   did he not know what had happened?   likely not.  after all that had occurred, falhar’s interaction with the captured florian was not exactly of the highest importance —-  not when bodies were being sent off now for burial, and the sounds of the weeping widows and grieving orphans still hung in the air like a heavy fog.    “there will be a meeting of the council soon, once we receive word on the kings state of recovery… and there seem to be more layers to this plot than we have anticipated,”   the hand was right, the organisation… the precision.  the set ups, the individual attacks, it made falhar’s skin prickle uncomfortably.

      HE GRASPED WILLEM’S bicep, not hard, but enough to guide him away from the bulk of the people as they walked in tandem;  “forgive me, but we need to speak, lord clegane, before this gets any more complex than it already is…  let me preface this by saying that i hold no judgement on anyone, lest they endanger my queen and my king — and i hope you feel the same.”

"we should met as soon as the king is able to. i fear we will have much to discuss and figure out. i can only imagine the other kingdoms are doing the same. i hope that people do not begin to point fingers at one another or else this whole peace summit will turn out far worse than any of us could want. it seemed like the worst thing that could happen would be the kingdoms turning on one another, all blaming for the death and loss around them. but they had all suffered, they had all taken losses.

starter / the day after the midsummer ball / open

Garland already missed the familiarity of the Reach, he had been in Dorne before on occasion, but he never quite grew fond of their culture, they are too unruly and unpredictable for his taste. He had been changing into a lighter shirt as the heat was slowly suffocating him when shouts from outside his cabin could be heard. Considering the chaos of last night, he expected to be faced with the worst, but when he arrived then it was merely his crew shouting at a drunk crowd of people drinking right below their ship. “Disperse and get away from the docks!” Lord Redwyne shouted down at them with apathy vowed into his every word, expecting them to follow orders. He had even turned his back when he heard the sound of a breaking bottle, he turned around to see one of the men raising his hand to throw yet another at the Arbor Queen. Fury gripped him and he stepped down the board with angry steps. 

“I told you to disperse!” he growled and grabbed the collar of the man holding the bottle, ironically, it was a bottle of Arbor wine. “Do as I say or I will break that bottle on your head.” His threat seemed to work and he let go of the man who muttered curses under his breath and slithered away with his friends. Anger was still pumping in his veins, so he decided to stay put for a while before going back on the ship. 

foolishness maybe it could be considered but will still hoped for peace to come out of these meetings. he did want the kingdoms back under one rule but he knew it would take more than one talk in dorne to achieve that, but the beginnings of peace could happen here if they tried. willem could continue on his job in keeping the peace here even if this chaotic night had thrown all of them off course.

caerella was doing her best to keep herself together. yet, all she could think about her beloved servants’ last moments. who had it been that had done this to them? was it someone they trusted that had lulled them into a false sense of security before brutally taking their lives? or was it a cruel stranger, shocking them with fear before stealing them away? why on earth would anyone do such a thing to such innocent people? she sighs as her eyes scan the horizon. a trip to the water was an attempt to try to forget everything.. but it was still too fresh. the pier creaks as another steps closer, causing her to jump. a lunatic was on the loose and she couldn’t be sure that she wouldn’t be next. she turns around quickly then sighs at the sight. “oh. it’s just you,” she says, voice flat with exhaustion. 

the sunspear pier– the aftermath of the midsummer ball.

the time willem needed to spend with a maester was far less than most people at the ball. he was lucky enough to hide under a table rather quickly, to avoid the falling glass and rocks. he was able to pull a few others to safety too and they were able to ride out the attack rather unharmed.

the entire whole time he was with the maester he spent it talking his ear off to tell him information about the safety of his family and friends. he didn’t get much information out of him but a few key pieces. he said something had happened with lysella but she was physically okay.it certainly instilled a worry deep in willem, and he knew he needed to visit his friend. hurrying as quick as he could to her chambers, he knocked on her door still out of breath. “lysella it’s will, may i come in?”

     FALHAR WAS LIVID, absolutely enraged by the attack that had marred the peace summit and the pleasantness of the evening, scarring and traumatising everyone involved… he couldn’t understand why this had happened.   the words, he’d didn’t think he’d ever read them verbatim before:

                       𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞                𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

    “WHAT COWARD ATTACKS a peaceful celebration in such a way?”  gods help them all, the sounds of mournful wailing and hair-raising grief-stricken voices seemed to come from everywhere in sunspear at once.   falhar was simultaneously heartbroken at the senseless death, and set aflame with fury —- the expressions tearing at his face as he grappled with his composure.

it was pure luck that willem was able to make it out of the attack without suffering any major injuries. there were many who were not so lucky and few who did not make it out at all. of course a sense of guilt had taken root in the pit of his stomach for this, and the grieving of people around him only made that feeling worse. 

Aggressively Florian nipped at Willem’s neck, forgetting where they were, or who the other was. Right now in Florian’s mind it was just the two of them, and hearing Willem tell him that he was all his, and no one else could have him wasn’t helping. As he pressed his lips against the Hand’s mouth once again, Florian one hand from his arse, although he squeezed ever so slightly with the other, and now with his free hand guided Willem’s hand to his very hard member only being covered by the thin piece of gold material. Breathing against Willem’s lips, Florian’s voice was huskier than usual. “If I could I would strip you naked and take you inside that ballroom so everyone knew you’re mine.” Kissing him again before pulling away again. “I want you so badly.”

“ummm….duh? of course i do? i don’t understand how this is something that more people aren’t discussing. suddenly all these people around him started dying and his family is now leading? and people call ME the dumb one? yeah…okay then.”