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i. PENNED FOR 103ac
LORD DESMOND REDWYNE, ruling leige & master of coin
penned by rei, 26+, she/her, pst, gore tw

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sullenness was not the word. instead, alysanne had been surveying those that had dared show their faces at the red keep, those who looked upon the targaryen’s as wronged rather than vengeful. wine flowed and yet she did not care to drink it. if chaos was to descend — something she hoped for greatly — she would be the one who was sharpened, alert, instead of her fingers being clammy and thick with the softness of alcohol. the last person she wished to look upon was a redwyne, and she breathed hotly through her nostrils as she watched desmond approach. “must you bring your optimism over here ? can you simply not help yourself ? ”
"Well, when i see a fellow noble in struggle who am i to turn a blind eye away from them?" He said with a smirk on his face as the targaryen princess stood when he approached.
"Would you prefer I bring the mood down and talk about something morbid? Though I would hate to see people began saying my mere presence alone sours people's mood. I think i am one of the only few fun ones of the small council." Desmond says. Maybw he shouldn't be saying this so freely but he knows what the others have said about him.
she grins at that. the younger redwyne was well-behaved this evening, as she tended to be in king's landing. at her age now, she'd learned to stretch their family's gold well to distance her visits to the master of coin while at work. proudly, she could claim to no longer be a clingy little thing demanding he watch as she cartwheeled about the gardens. "nothing greases the wheels as well as wine," vaiora proffers sagely, a platitude shared by their late father. "i swear, i could hardly move my elbows with so many barrels aboard."
"it would be a service to cut them down now, lest our great lord hand make yet another..." thoughtfully, she muses a kind word, "...inspiring speech on the future of the iron throne. a mercy, even." always one to assist where needed, vaiora suggests — "would you like me to make arrangements with the servants?"
"I shall promise then for the next time you will get your own mode of transportation, something fitting for my favorite sibling." He joked with Vaoira. He loved all his siblings but it was easy to see how much alike they were to one another even when separated by time apart whenever he was away to the Crownlands and she was with their uncle.
"At least you have the luxury of not having to hear his words as much as i do. I swear it feels as if it his mission in life to speak like that so someone fall alseep in the council meeting or maybe it is my hope someone throw something at him in hopes of quieting the lord hand." Desmond said. Being the youngest in the small council was sometjing he wnjoyed but sometimes it makes him hope for one of them to lose their position soon so another his age can join. "If its something you can help with, I appreciate it."
mela nearly resents how comfortable her brother is, steeped in the culture of king's landing. it was an affront to the reach, she thought, how much he was enjoying this. how little he thought of anything other than becoming king. foolish. his pomp grated on her like the rough bark of a tree. " you are a preening bird, desmond. " tone accusatory, there is no mistaking mela's stance on their attendance at the kingsmoot.
"Oh come on Mela, must you wound your oldest sibling's pride with such words?" Desmond said as he looked toward her. "This is what comes with being master of coin I fear. At least at my age." He jested.
"Look once it is decided who sits on the Iron Throne, I promose i will make sure you are one of the first to leave so you can return to your endeavors once more." He answered.
While the Crown was his ending goal, his siblings were the ones that still mattered the most. He carried the weight on his shoulders on making sure they were taken care of, even when he was away from The Arbor. "How was your travels here?"
the pale lilac of her gaze followed him across the hall, taking note of which lieges he spoke to and the ease in which he navigated the room ─ unconsciously, her lip curled into a look of faint disgust, if only to hide the begrudging admiration that shone in her eyes as his second round through the crowd brought him close enough that her unimpressed glare, purposefully exaggerated, drew his attention. ❝ it is not your joviality that insults but the sheer arrogance. ❞ was it disgust that curled at her mouth or amusement ? daenys shook her head, annoyed. ❝ i was hoping to find you humbled in my time away from the capital but i see no one has yet to do that ? ❞ she mused, beckoning a servant over for some grapes. ❝ yet another thing i must do, after my father is crowned king. ❞
"My arrogance? Why must you wound me with your words Daenys?" He teased sarcastically once he realize who he was now conversing with.
They had an interesting relationship with one another and yet he knew that she was someone who he could easily enjoy his time with. If not by her quips alone that certainly made him laugh.
"I fear no one could ever fill that hole of being able to humble me. Not when I can flash them a smile and charm them with my words." Des answered so easily. At the mention of her father wearing the crown, his smirk grew as he chose his next words carefully debating internally to see were he could steer their conversation. "Only then? I fear you might have to wait long then my lady."

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open. for everyone. location. the harvest feast.
"it truly is remarkable, is it not?" lady falyn had directed the question to the person standing beside her. they had not been in conversation yet, but her father had always taught her to be the first person to say something. it will make a good impression to be forthcoming, she can hear her father's voice in her head and see him across the great hall. he was in his own conversation, laughing the laugh that makes other people look his way and ponder what he is speaking of. an eloquence that makes people listen and wish to learn why he is laughing so jovially. falyn had known it was a ploy, he did this often and with anyone, but she also knew that it would have to be her one day — that it was her now. her duties as the heir had started far before this moment, but it was now that they were the most important. a kingsmoot. something that had rattled the whole of westeros, however she would not let it show that she was apart of that. "to have so many lovely faces here." dark eyes flit to the person next to her, "i have been hoping to see the bay while i am here, to compare it to the beauty of the sunset sea. are you hoping for anything in your time here?"
He looked around the room as the other spoke. Goblet of arbor wine is his hand as he watched the nobles. Some that wanted the same as him and others that were here for other things.
"I have spent many years and I will say this is rhe first time i have ever seen the hall look more lively than ever." He quipped as he took a sip from his wine.
"I shall say that as someone who grew up surrounded by the sea to the west of us, the bay might lack in comparison. Blackwater can seem a little closed off. Though I have yet to see the Sunset Sea so I could always bw wrong." Desmond answered. "That is the question I have yet to answer. I fear if I answer with the truth. I perhaps might be judged."
aila bowed her head, hastily running over proper protocol in her mind's eye as well as the name. "lady aila tully, my lord. i do not believe we've met before. regardless, very honored to make your acquaintance." house redwyne, they knew. it was hard not to. one of the wealthiest in westeros with two members of the family part of the small council, she recalled her father mentioning. a master of coin and a master of ships. a bit too much influence for one house, for certain. it wouldn't be an issue if all intentions remained on ruling in favor of bettering lives for the commonfolk, not occupied by lining one's own pockets. but power was temptation, was it not? so her grandfather had often lectured.
"and who can blame the excitement? i heard from a serving boy near the kitchens that there was secret passage. how many keeps have known but also unknown secret passages?"
"not that I'm trying to spy or anything," she quickly added. "and i think the boy was merely joking and indulging my theories." the last thing they'd intend was to get someone in trouble over a casual conversation. "i apologize if i'm intruding. i'm sure the master of coin ought to be busy when hosting a feast of this magnitude with so many great houses in attendance."
"It is an honor to stand before you." He answered so easily. The sweet tone of his words escaping him aa if it came second nature to the Redwyne.
He could not hold the smirk when it came to talking of the secrets of the Red Keep. "I myself only know a handful compared to those who help us. Most of what I know is the ones to easily access the kitchens or the grounds when one is wanting a moment a peace. Sometimes it feels as if I spend much of time here stuck in a room of four walls talking of serious things instead of enjoying life." Desmond said.
"Do not worry my lady, I will keep this secret hidden behind lock and key. Last thing we need is trouble. We can say it was due to the excitement as you had said." He approached as he spoke but still kept a distance. "It has not been easy making sure the coin is here to support whatever festivities is called for but I do not mind moments like this. Helps remind one to breathe, do you not think so?"
During the harvest feast, open starter
The master of coin walked around the hall as if he already was the the one sitting on the throne. He said his pleasantries to anyone who approach or caught eyes yet he knew that many here were after the same thing as him, though whether if it was best for the realm had yet to still be seen. But maybe that alone was enough for him to notice another looking at him with such indifference. "Oh, I'm sorry, is my jovial natural infringing on your sullenness?" Desmond said to the other as he turned to look at them.
status: open to anyone (1/5) setting: the red keep (a day before the feast)
they'd decided to take the unorthodox path into king's landing. being stuck in a wheelhouse on a long arduous journey seemed an utter bore on the best of days, but when the opportunity arose to explore the city and take a few detours, how could she deny herself? ever dutiful, aila did inform the captain of the household guard who traveled with them of her planned excursions, the usual promise and well-natured bribe to prevent her escapades being reported back to her parents and grandfather. even going so far as to make a brief appearance before their sister in proper attire, dolled up in the way only amerei was allowed to demand, said the briefest of hello and goodbyes to other nobles, all the correct things, before feigning exhaustion and slipping back to their rooms.
aila had found her escape after donning more comfortable garb. a plain tunic and trousers, material subpar for nobles, yet still a touch too refined for the smallfolk. the only clear indications of her identity were their signet ring and a small concealed weapon if trouble were to find them. sneaking around the edges of the red keep proved easy enough, making her way back towards the guest chambers, however...
it didn't help that what began as a drizzle of rain started to come down harder. aila ducked into the covered area, shutting the door gently behind.
attention focused on trying to dry themselves, they don't notice the figure whose privacy they'd barged in on. finally making eye contact, aila let out a quiet yelp before steadying the flame in her grasp. "apologies, my liege!" she bowed her head, once, twice, a third time to convey sincerity. " i didn't mean to startle. i'd thought most the castle asleep. if you were planning on going to the courtyards, you may require a parasol," the tully rambled. "I can take my leave if you wish," they added, already reaching for the door once more.
"no no, it is fine. it seems the rain has a way of catching people out of nowhere." desmond jested as he stood in the room. he had been busy making sure everything was going well. the money had been spent already but that did not mean he was to go around acting as if everything was going to run smoothly.
"though i doubt anyone is really asleep. i mean i heard much chatter of excitement of many who are just visiting the red keep for the first time." he commented. "lord desmond redwyne, my lady. i do not think we have the courteous of meeting beforehand."
vaiora brightens at the sight of the master of coin, happy to play into the myth of his presence as she wraps him in a hug. charismatic, well-liked, well-loved by his family. the younger of the redwynes is swift to reassure him, "brother, you know that i am hardly ever one you need to worry after." her concern laid with mela's swift, immovable judgement. makoa's natural quiet.
"had you meant for them to last?" she hums airily, playing coy. "i hadn't realized. already, i doubted that the hundred would last the feast."
many said desmond was fit for the small council, the way he easily slipped into the role despite being significantly younger than the rest but there was one role he was very good at: being the overbearing brother. he would not say he watched over his siblings like a hawk after their parents passed but whenever he was away from home, des wondered what state the keep would be when he returned. engulfed into the hug was comforting after it felt as if he was surrounded by vultures.
"that statement alone makes me more uncertain little vai." he teased before stepping back from the hug to look them once over. "i had hoped they would last until the other barrels that i sent for where to arrive. last thing i need to hear is someone saying we are supplying the very best to the other nobles or worse: having to water it down to last longer."

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location: somewhere near king's landing's harbor, a few days before the grand feast starter for @fromashe ; @firedreamt ; @ofaeth3r ; @hclvedhearts ; @eclipt1cs and three more !
seora had always hated king's landing. not for the noise -- noise she could tolerate. ports had taught her long ago how to drown in sound without ever truly listening to it. but king's landing carried a particular sort of filth that settled heavy in the air no matter how brightly the nobles dressed it up with banners and music. it reeked of piss and sea brine gone sour.
currently, she was lounging carelessly against a railing near the docks, one boot hooked lazily over the lower beam as she drank from a flask of dark arbor red that tasted barely acceptable by her standards. the silver rings across her fingers caught the lanternlight whenever she tilted the flask toward her mouth.
somewhere nearby, drunken sailors had started singing loudly enough to qualify as a public disturbance. she couldn't help but approve.
her attention drifted lazily through the noise before settling on someone staring at her a little too long. slowly, seora lowered her flask. her brows arched upward as sharp eyes fixed fully onto them now, entirely unbothered by their stare.
"what?" she barked out bluntly, voice carrying easily above the noise around them. "you never seen a woman having a drink before?"
he could not hide the laugh that escaped him. he had not meant to stare but it seems his wandering eyes have gotten him caught. "apologies my lady. i did not mean to stare as i was currently lost in thought." desmond says before standing up a little taller. "i have seen many drink to their heart's content though it not that common for my eyes to see a lady such as yourself drink from a flask. most i know prefer a golden goblet encrusted in jewels to drink their poison of choice."
the harvest feast leaves HIRA TARGARYEN salivating; and yet, they do not eat as the rest do. perhaps paranoia clambers behind her, or perhaps wisdom forged by standing beside the only one worthy of the crown. either way, they linger at the edges of the hall, watching the celebration. waiting for it all to unravel. // accepting replies.
they wield their anger by burying it. there will come a time they will pull it to the surface again, but tonight, the realm that gathers is spared. the entire event spits in delfina's face, in the right she is owed. everyone in the room knows, understands, accepts. and still, they gather to declare what will never be theirs.
they worry one of their bracelets adorned with rubies, the rune for steadiness placed between each stone. a breath, then another.
and then --- ah. their demeanor shifts, cordial smile painting their face. "are you taking a moment of rest yourself? take two steps to the left, and you will be encased in just enough shadow that you won't be found for a dance or two."
The master of coin lingers in the shadows as he makes his way around. Ever a present smirk on his face aa he says his hellos to anyone he deems worthy. Yet he knows what many are gathered here for, it the same thing he covets as well. A srat he feels that he is destined for soncw the momwnt he waa born. Still though he will act as if it something trivial, though underneath the pleasantries, he is making small miniscule moved.
"Princess Hira," he greets. "Is it that obvious how much I want to hide away. Not that i do not enjoy a dance or two but feels as if many are itching to throw themselves at me. I fear it is my fault foe sending them a chivalrous smile. How do you faire?"
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FOUND IN ... the feast.
vaiora smiles brightly, as if stepping into the role of hostess — as if king's landing is her home, already. the chandelier of wax and iron reflecting the lady of the arbor's warmth, amber candlelight allowing a halo of light in the darkness, the seven smiling down on her. it feels nice against the deep plum of her silks, drinking in the light's rays, warming the bare of her shoulders, imbuing the collar of rubies fastened to her neck with a gentle sparkle. “do be sure to imbibe," she advises sweetly, palm outstretched to hold. the other nurses a gold patinaed goblet inlaid with a matching scarlet, swishing nearly half empty. "we brought near to a hundred barrels for the occasion. the arbor's finest, of course." vaiora resented the favour of dornish reds. "they will not drink themselves!”
"Here i was thinking you or any of our siblings might not fit in and it seems as if i had nothing to worry about." Desmond churns as he makes his presence known with a smile. He can see many eyes on him but this was something he was used to. It came easy to him, the ability to command a room.
"I fear that at your insistence all the barrels are going to be barren in a fortnight and I will have to send for more." He teased as he took a sip from his goblet. "How are you sister?"
JORDI WEBBER in SPARTACUS HOUSE OF ASHUR
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ ( redwyne a , jordi webber , thirty - three , cis man, he/him ) the hand of the late king welcomes desmond redwyne, the master of coin & ruling liege of the arbor, to the kingsmoot. the realm knows them to be enticing and resilient, but the master of whisperers has unearthed information that speaks to their sardonic and disruptive tendencies. to dream of them would be to dream of a charming smirk etched onto their face that leaves a trail of broken hearts and wounded egos & a man that is not afraid to bite when provoked and when trying to get what he wants & coin and numbers that come easily to him. they themselves dream of house redwyne on the throne. time is an unwieldy mistress, and only she may tell who will sit the iron throne when the dust settles.

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THE ARBOR, The Reach
The Arbor is a golden island off the southwestern-most part of Westeros, ruled by House Redwyne. It is considered part of the Reach, and is separated from the mainland by the Redwyne Straits. It is protected by the Redwyne fleet, the largest fleet of the Seven Kingdoms.
Just noting... This Maori man from Spartacus: House of Ashur is a qt: