[RPG • 100] House of the Dragon| Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Map of King's Landing

Storyline

King's Landing is sinds Aegon's Verovering het centrum van de macht in Westeros. De jonge Targaryen koning Aegon the Conqueror veroverde Westeros samen met zijn queen-sisters en hun draken. Nu heersen zij vanuit de hoofdstad over het continent. Aan het hof van de Targaryen's verblijven de machtigste adelijken van het land, samen met hun hofhouding.

Nu, één jaar na de verovering van heel Westeros, is de grote zaal van de Red Keep rijk versierd met Targaryen-banners, drakenmotieven en weelderige bloemstukken. De zaal wordt gevuld met muziek terwijl adellijke families samenkomen om de eenwording van Westeros onder Targaryen-heerschappij te vieren. Ter ere van het éénjarig jubileum van Aegon's Verovering wordt een debutantenbal georganiseerd. Dit bal dient als een gelegenheid om huwbare edelen te presenteren voor potentiële huwelijken, waarmee allianties worden gesmeed en de stabiliteit van het nieuwe rijk wordt versterkt.

Regels van het Hof

Deze regels helpen om de orde, respect en veiligheid binnen het Targaryen hof te handhaven en zorgen ervoor dat het hofleven soepel en volgens protocol verloopt:

Basisinformatie

Deze RPG speelt zich af aan het hof in King's Landing, ongeveer 300 jaar voor de gebeurtenissen in "House of the Dragon".

Situatie voor Aegon's Vervovering - De Zeven Regerende Families

Vóór Aegon's Verovering (ook bekend als Aegon's Conquest) waren er verschillende grote huizen die over de Zeven Koninkrijken van Westeros heersten. Elke regio had zijn eigen heersende huis:

• Kingdom of the North (Het Noorden) - Het Huis Stark regeerde als koningen van het Noorden vanuit Winterfell.
• Kingdom of the Mountain and the Vale (De Vale) - Het Huis Arryn heerste over de Vale van Arryn.
• Kingdom of the Isles and Rivers (De Rivierenlanden) - Het Huis Hoare (House Hoare) regeerde over de Rivierenlanden vanuit Harrenhal.
• Kingdom of the Rock (De Westlanden) - Het Huis Lannister was het heersende huis in de Westlanden vanuit Casterly Rock.
• Kingdom of the Stormlands (De Stormlanden) - Het Huis Durrandon regeerde over de Stormlanden vanuit Storm's End.
• Kingdom of the Reach (Het Bereik) - Het Huis Gardener was de heersende dynastie in het Bereik vanuit Highgarden.
• Princedom of Dorne (Dorne) - Dorne werd geregeerd door verschillende vorstenhuizen, zoals het Huis Martell vanuit Sunspear.

Situatie na Aegon's Vervovering - Targaryen heerschappij

Na Aegon's Conquest waren er geen onafhankelijke koningen meer in de Zeven Koninkrijken van Westeros. Na Aegon's Conquest werden alle eerdere koninkrijken verenigd onder de heerschappij van de Targaryens. De titels van koning werden afgeschaft voor alle regionale heersers behalve voor de koning op de IJzeren Troon, dat is Aegon momenteel. Hij heert samen met zijn twee sisterqueens Visenya and Rhaenys. ~~Ja ze zijn siblings en met elkaar getrouwd.~~ De oude regionale heersers dienden als leenmannen van de Targaryen-koningen. De belangrijkste leenmannen van Aegon de Veroveraar waren:

• House Stark - Lords van Winterfell en het Noorden.
• House Arryn - Lords van de Vale van Arryn.
• House Lannister - Lords van Casterly Rock en de Westlanden.
• House Baratheon - Lords van Storm's End en de Stormlanden.
• House Gardener - Lords van Highgarden en het Bereik (voor hun ondergang in de Field of Fire).
• House Martell - Lords van Sunspear en Dorne (na hun vredige overgave).

Deze huizen, samen met andere regionale heersers, erkenden Aegon als hun koning nadat hij met zijn draken en legers Westeros had veroverd. Ze behielden een mate van autonomie in hun respectievelijke regio's, maar waren verplicht om Aegon te dienen en belastingen en troepen bij te dragen wanneer dat nodig was.

Personages

Rollen kunnen een highborn of een lowborn inwoner van King's Landing zijn. Ze kunnen zowel uit Westeros als Essos afkomstig zijn, al zullen de meeste leden van het hof afkomstig zijn uit Westeros.

High borns

Als hooggeborene ben je een lid van de adel en speel je een belangrijke rol aan het hof. Je kan een lid zijn van de Targaryen familie of een van de andere adelijke families in Westeros. Je kunt, maar dat hoeft niet, een van de volgende posities bekleden:

• ~~Hand van de Koning~~ - De belangrijkste adviseur en rechterhand van de koning, beheert de dagelijkse zaken van het koninkrijk.
• ~~Meester van de Wetten~~ - Toezicht op de handhaving van wetten en het beheer van gerechtigheid.
• Meester van de Munt - Beheert de financiën en schatkist van het koninkrijk, zorgt voor economische stabiliteit.
• Meester van Schepen - Verantwoordelijk voor de koninklijke marine en de verdediging van de kustlijnen van het koninkrijk.
• ~~Meester van Whisperers~~ - Verantwoordelijk voor inlichtingen en spionage, verzamelt informatie ter bescherming van het rijk.
• Lord Commander van de Kingsguard - Leidt de elite Kingsguard, zorgt voor de veiligheid van de koninklijke familie.
• Hoge Septoon - De hoogste religieuze figuur, biedt spirituele leiding en houdt toezicht op religieuze ceremonies.
• Warden - Adellijke heren die verantwoordelijk zijn voor de veiligheid en het beheer van specifieke regio's (~~Noord~~, Oost, Zuid, West).
• Hofdames - Adellijke vrouwen die de koningin en prinsessen dienen, hen assisteren met verschillende taken en gezelschap bieden.

Invullijstje High borns

Low borns

De Low borns werken aan het hof. Zij zijn niet afkomstig uit een adellijke familie, maar kunnen wel bastaarden van die families zijn. Alle low borns in de rpg moeten een baan hebben aan het hof, deze banen zijn :

• Drakenhouders - Verzorgen en beheren de draken van de Targaryens. [2/2]
• Rentmeesters - Verantwoordelijk voor het beheer van het huishouden, het toezicht op de voorraden en het coördineren van dagelijkse activiteiten. [0/2]
• Kamermeisjes/Kamerdienaars - Verzorging van de persoonlijke behoeften van edelen, zoals het schoonmaken van kamers, het voorbereiden van kleding en helpen met aankleden. [1/2]
• Keukenpersoneel - Koks, bakkers en assistenten die maaltijden bereiden voor het hof. [0/2]
• Staljongens - Verzorgen de paarden en onderhouden de stallen, zorgen ervoor dat de rijdieren klaar zijn voor reizen en evenementen. [0/2]
• Wachters/Schutters - Zorgen voor de beveiliging van het kasteel en zijn inwoners, bewaken ingangen en patrouilleren over het terrein. [0/2]
• Boodschappers/Koeriers - Brengen berichten binnen het kasteel en naar nabijgelegen locaties, zorgen voor soepele communicatie. [0/2]
• Entertainers - Muzikanten, dansers en narren die optreden voor het hof tijdens evenementen en bijeenkomsten. [1/2]

Invullijstje Low borns

Rollen

Highborns
- Visenya Targaryen| F | House Targaryen | Master of Laws | 22 | Faceclaim | ziggystardust
- Valerion Targaryen| M | House Targaryen | The Spare Prince of the Seven Kingdoms | 22 | Faceclaim | ziggystardust
- Aelor Targaryen| M | House Targaryen | The Spare Prince of the Seven Kingdoms | 24 | Faceclaim | Hennessy
- Domeric Bolton| M | House Bolton | 33 | Aaron Taylor Johnson| ziggystardust
- Cedrick Stark| M | House Stark | 30 | Warden of the North | Faceclaim | lustforlife
- Celia Lannister| F | House Lannister | 21 | Sydney Sweeney| lustforlife
- ~~Qhomir Hoare~~ Aeron Greyjoy | M | House Greyjoy | 31 | Manny Jacinto | Hennessy
- Nashayana Hightower| F | House Hightower | 22 | FC| albono
- Haelle Bolton ~~Manderly~~| F | House Bolton | 25 | FC| albono
- NAME HOUSE| F/M | House Frey| 00 | FC| lustforlife
- NAME HOUSE| F/M| House Umber | 00 | FC| ziggystardust

Lowborns
- Lethia| F | Court Musician| Aubri Ibrag| albono
- Kiren 'Ren' Celtigar Waters | F | Bastard of House Celtigar | Dragonkeeper | 23 | Mia Goth| Hennessy
- Rhaegar Waters| M | Bastard of House Targaryen | 24 | Faceclaim | albono
- Pyotr Baelish| M | House Baelish| 25 | FC| ziggystardust

Inactief
- Emrys Dayne | T | House Dayne | 29 | Vico Ortiz | Hennessy
- Doran Sand| M | Bastard from Dorne | Damiano David| ziggystardust
- Nehemia Martell| F | House Martell | 20 | Bruna Marquezine| captainlee

Timeline of Westeros

Relationships

-31 AC
• Birth of Domeric Bolton

-30 AC
• Birth of Cedrick Stark
• Birth of Qhomir Hoare

-26 AC
• Birth of Pyotr Baelish

-24 AC
• Birth of Haelle Manderly
• Birth of Ylva of the Snowshade

-23 AC
• Birth of Rhaegar (bastard of house Targaryen and house Velaryon )
• Birth of Aelor and Elaena Targaryen
• Birth of Lethia Solani
• Birth of Sivga Umber

-22 AC
• Birth of Kiren Waters ( Bastard of House Celtigar of Claw Isle)

-21 AC
• Birth of Visenya Targaryen
• Birth of Valerion Targaryen
• Birth of Nashayana Hightower
• Birth of Serra Frey

-20 AC
• The Targaryen Conquest of Westeros Begins[/b]: Aegon I Targaryen, along with his sisters Rhaenys and Visenya, begins his campaign to conquer the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. The Targaryen dynasty’s control of the Iron Throne will be established through this conquest, which includes battles, diplomacy, and strategic marriages.
• Birth of Celia Lannister

-19 AC
• Rhaegar claims a dragon (age 4)

-16 AC
• Qhomir gets a new name, Aeron.

-15 AC
• The Fall of House Gardener and the First Battle of the Conquest: The Targaryens defeat House Gardener of the Reach at the Battle of the Field of Fire. This battle marks a significant victory, and House Gardener falls, with the Reach being incorporated into Targaryen rule.

-14 AC
• Kiren moves to Dragonstone

-10 AC
• The Conquest Continues: The Targaryen forces continue their conquest, facing resistance from various houses, including House Stark and House Arryn. However, the Targaryens’ superior forces and dragons give them a significant advantage.

-9
• Pyotr enrolled in the Citadel.

- 6 AC
• Engagement Elaena (17) and Valerion (15) Targaryen
• Kiren (17) and Eleana (17) make plans to run away together.
• Princess Elaena’s death
• Marriage between Haelle and Domeric Bolton

-5 AC
• The Unification of the Seven Kingdoms: After multiple battles and strategic marriages, Aegon the Conqueror successfully unites the Seven Kingdoms under his rule, establishing the Targaryen dynasty on the Iron Throne.
-4 AC
• Celia’s fiancée, the heir of House Durrandon is killed by Orys Baratheon him during the conquest and took over the Storm Lands.

-3 AC
• Death of Lord Baelish
• Serra got engaged to Othgar Hoare
• Cedrick became Lord of Winterfell. His family was murderd by House Bolton ( Torrhen, Brannon and Cregan) were killed.
-2 AC
• the entire Hoare-family was murdered after Lord Harren refused to bend the knee. Aegon burned them all by flying over Harrenhal with his dragon. (Qhomir’s family and Serra’s fiancée die)
• Haelle gets abducted.

-1 AC
• Pyotr joined the Kings Guard
• Maisie, daughter of Haelle, is born.

0 AC
• Aegon I’s Coronation: Aegon I Targaryen is crowned as the first King of the Seven Kingdoms at a grand ceremony in Oldtown, marking the official beginning of Targaryen rule in Westeros. The Seven Kingdoms are now united under the Iron Throne.
• Letha moved to King’s Landing

1 AC - Current year
• Targaryen Reign Solidified: Following his coronation, Aegon consolidates his rule and begins the rebuilding of the realm. The Iron Throne becomes a symbol of his authority, and his rule marks the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty’s long reign over Westeros.

Regels van de RPG

• Het woordenminimum is 100 woorden.
• De huisregels van Quizlet en daarbij in het bijzonder het RPG-forum gelden uiteraard ook hier.
• 16+ is toegestaan, maar gelieve hier wel voor te waarschuwen zodat anderen het kunnen mijden als zij het liever niet lezen.
• Bespreek gevoelige onderwerpen op voorhand met je schrijfpartner.
• Als eternalsunshine niet online is, maakt de laatste die reageert een nieuw topic.
• Maximaal 3 characters per schrijver.
• Als ik 21 dagen niets van je hoor, stuur ik je een reminder PB.
• Als je 45 dagen niets post, wordt je char opgeofferd in een blood sacrifice.
• Reserveringen blijven 10 dagen staan.

When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.
One side greatness, the other madness.

[ bericht aangepast op 13 april 2025 - 21:14 ]

evolve

5 nov 2024 - 19:25 Hennessy is offline

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Ser Emrys Dayne
29 | Lord Commander of the Kingsguard | with Nehemia at the bathhouse

''Well...''
Emrys looked up from the scroll they were reading when they heard Nehemia's voice closeby. They couldn't help but look a bit shocked, as they took in the sight of the princess of Dorne standing before them, glass of red wine in hand and a facial expression they recognized all too well. It usually meant bad luck. Emrys swallowed visibly.
''It has been a while since the two of us have talked,'' she continued. Just two days, Emrys thought to themself, though they knew that wasn't what she'd meant. And it barely counted anyways, considering she hadn't spoken to them directly at the ball. More, over and through them. Emrys had never during their years at Dorne felt like they were less than the princess, but the ball changed all that. I deserve it, Emrys thought, after all that's happened. Realizing their inner monologue didn't count for conversation, Emrys scrapped their throat.
''Four years,'' they replied matter-of-factly. It had happened one year before Aegon landed on the hills at Blackwater's mouth. If Emrys were to think too long about everything that had happened in such a short time period, they'd go insane.
''What did Bolton mean, at the ball, when he said you were cozying up to his wife? Was it before, or after you betrayed Dorne and went to work for the Targaryens?'' Emrys' look of shock came right back. They should've anticipated this - Nehemia had never been one to beat around the bush. It saddened them to think that was the only reason she came over to speak to them, but Emrys also felt a little pang of hope - if she had been bothered by that off-handed comment or the fact they're still alive, working for Dorne's enemy, maybe that meant she still cared for them?
Nervously, Emrys' eyes darted around the room. There were only a handful of other high borns present, a servant or two and another Kingsguard, yet Emrys felt like even their lowered voices carried around the room.
Knowing better than to touch Nehemia without her permission, Emrys motioned with their head to follow them outside. A little patio with high trees and a fresh sea-breeze. The breeze did wonders for Emrys' sweat underneath the heavy armor. Emrys decided to answer one accusation at a time.
''I met Lady Haelle Manderly,'' Emrys purposefully didn't use her husband last name, ''during my time staying with House Rosby, after- '' their voice broke off. Emrys still couldn't speak out what had happened, especially not to Nehemia. ''She was my friend. And then she had to marry Lord Domeric Bolton. She hated him.'' Emrys gritted their teeth. Unconsciously, their hand balled into a fist. ''She hated living with him and didn't want to bear his child. So we made a plan for her to escape, to Essos. I will not apologize for aiding a friend in need to anyone.'' Emrys looked Nehemia directly in the eye, but their gaze remained soft. How could it not be, when looking at the woman who had been their entire life. ''Though, I will beg for your discretion. For her safety. I do not know what her family or the Boltons would do if they found out she is still alive.'' Emrys hadn't heard from Haelle in a couple of weeks - but this wasn't something unusual. Sending letters across the Narrow Sea took a lot of time and effort.
''Concerning the second offence laid to my charge, I can only tell you how sorry I am.'' Emrys treaded their hands and fingers together, in a casually praying stance. They wanted to look away from Nehemia's piercing eyes, look anywhere but her, because looking at her was looking at their failure. They had spent the last four years trying to face it, thinking about what they would say when the moment arrived. And now nothing else came out except for: ''I could not face you. The shame of my failure was too big. The prince and princess- '' their voice trailed off. Emrys swallowed visibly again. This was so much harder than they thought it would be - and they had anticipated for the worst. ''Your parents... I could not face you,'' they repeated. It felt flat. Even though it was the truth, it felt like it wasn't enough.
Emrys wanted to fall before her feet, cry, shout, tell her to hit them. Tell her to yell and shout at them.
''I will not ask for your forgiveness because I do not deserve it, habibi.'' Emrys whispered. Nehemia's nickname just slipped out. It was the second time it had happened. The lord commander straightened their back. They were looking at their feet now, like a punished child. If only Valerion could see them now, cowering before a woman - he'd make a mockery out of them. Emrys did not care.

[ bericht aangepast op 5 nov 2024 - 19:34 ]

kindness is never a burden.

5 nov 2024 - 20:24 Hennessy is offline

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T H E S T R A N G E R
^{AERON GREYJOY

^{qhomir hoare

31 ☩ With Celia in the bathhouse}}

Qhomirs eyes remained on the woman's face, yet he noticed the distinct red and golden robe she was wearing too. It seemed strange to him, to wear one's House colors so boldly, especially considering - as he had thought before - there could be no doubt this woman was a Lannister. She did not need any symbolism for it.
Neither the Hoares nor the Greyjoys had much business with the Lannisters, but Qhomir had encountered a few of them over the years. He had attended a jousting tourney before the Conquest at Casterly Rock, when the Lannisters had been Kings still. Qhomir could not remember if he had seen the blonde haired woman there before, but it was possible. He guessed her age to be just about twenty, so he had some years on her. Qhomir liked faces, but had trouble remembering them.
''A servant who dares to speak to a noble woman without being spoken to first? How interesting. How scandalous." The woman spoke, looking him up and down. She inched a little closer and Qhomir straightened up. "Why don't we start with your name and an apology? And then we can talk about those services of any kind you talk about.''
When she took a grape from the platter he was still holding up, he bowed his head again, but there was a faint smile visible on his lips. She was right, but his boldness had granted him the opening he wanted.
''Of course, my Lady,'' he replied. ''I beg your forgiveness for my imprudence. If my Lady pleases, the name is Aeron. Greyjoy.'' There was a small beat between the first and last name. Qhomir set the platter of fruit down and took her hand into his, kissing it soft and quick. ''A pleasure.''
Qhomir took a respectful step back. The lady was dressed in nothing but a robe and he did not want servants to speak ill of her. He cocked his head a little as he pondered: ''I must have the honor of speaking to a Lady Lannister, I presume? Now, if my memory does not fail me, you must either be Lady Cerelle or Lady Celia.'' His eyes glanced over her face. She looked young. ''But I have heard the rumors of the beauty of the Lion's Pride, so you must be the lady Celia Lannister.'' Qhomir was not flirting. He made sure his tone remained very matter-of-factly, as to not offend the lady any more than he already had. Yet he also dared to take the liberty of speaking out of turn, as she had called him interesting and scandalous. Qhomir would only agree with the first.

kindness is never a burden.

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DOMERIC
^{^{House Bolton}}

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A naked man has few secrets; a flayed man, none

The ravens had been arriving since the morning after the Ball. Haelle Bolton was alive and she was in Westeros. Domeric could tell his father was ecstatic from the wording and the loose, hurried handwriting in his messages. The orders were clear: reunite with Haelle immediately, make their rekindling known to the world, and return to the Dreadfort after the festivities as a married couple.
But Domeric wanted nothing to do with it. He hadn’t spoken to Haelle and had no plans to. His heart was already claimed by Lethia, who was also in the capital, and as far as he was concerned, the chapter with Haelle was firmly closed.

Then a new raven arrived, bringing startling news: Haelle had been seen with a child. A dark-haired little girl. That changed everything. Domeric’s cold feelings toward Haelle would never warm, but this little human could be his. And there was no world in which he wouldn’t play a role in his child’s life.
Even though he hadn’t slept well, Domeric felt wide awake after reading the scroll, energized by a renewed purpose. Somehow, he would have to build a life that included both his love for Lethia and the possibility of a child, but he was certain he’d find a way. Being confined within Aegon’s Fort felt wrong; the warm-colored stones and enemies on all sides were suffocating. So Domeric had asked Lethia to meet him by the open beach of Blackwater Bay.

He had been afraid she wouldn’t come. For all he knew, she had fled the Dreadfort, never to reunite with him again. But that wasn’t what he’d seen in her eyes at the Ball. Until now, all he could do was hope. Lethia stood out, as she always did: bright red hair, pale skin. Just the sight of her at this beach was a blessing from the Old Gods alone. Domeric’s legs couldn’t carry him fast enough. The distance between him and Lethia had to disappear. Every inch that separated them was one too many.
She looked over her shoulder. When he saw her face, Domeric came to a halt. More than anything, he wanted to hold her. Safe in his arms, to feel her skin and know, beyond doubt, that she was truly here. Alive and well. But something held him back. What if he had misinterpreted what he’d seen in her eyes? She slipped off the stone she was sitting on and made her way towards him.
“There you are,” she said softly. Her voice was a warm embrace. She reached out to his hand, squeezing it softly. Her body shakes as she takes a quavering breath. She rubbed her thumb over Domeric’s knuckle. “We match.” She showed the palms of her hand. He grinned, holding back a laugh, not allowing his heart to leap as it longed to until he was certain she was here for the same reason he was.

And then she looked up. Their eyes met and Domeric found his home. “I… I truly thought I-I was losing my mind, the night of the ball.” she swallowed. “I thought that you were dead. He, Baelish, he told me you were dead.” Another deep breath, tears filling her eyes. “Please tell me you are real.”
It was all the confirmation Domeric needed. He embraced Lethia, pulling her close. Her touch, something he had stopped believing in long ago, was real. Love. True love. He hadn’t thought a feeling like this existed until he felt it when Lethia was in his arms. It had been that way many years ago, and it was the same now, here on the beach at Blackwater Bay.
“I’m real,” Domeric whispered, his lips brushing against her thick, curly hair. “I’m here.” He lifted her off the ground, raising her so their faces met. Holding her tight, he would never let her go. He wasn’t going to lose her again.
He pressed their foreheads together. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize there were tears in them, too.
“I want to say I’d have Baelish’s head for lying to you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “but I’ve heard someone already beat me to it.” He couldn’t help but smile. If Lethia was alive and Baelish was dead, it wasn’t difficult to figure out what happened. Gods, how could he not adore this woman? “What are you doing here? Is your cat here with you as well? Did the Targaryens treat you right?”

Our Blades Are Sharp

[ bericht aangepast op 6 nov 2024 - 16:10 ]

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6 nov 2024 - 20:54 Hennessy is offline

Hennessy 12264

TARGARYEN
^{^{^{^AELOR}}}
^{^{the cruel}}
24 ⚜ Prince of the Seven Kingdoms ⚜ With Visenya in her private quarters of the bathhouse

Aelor stayed hidden under the water for a few seconds. The smell of the rose petals filled his nostrils. With one hand he began scooping them out, and laid them on the tiles surrounding the bath. Too sweet, too poignant. He would smell like flowers for the rest of the day. Aelor felt Visenya's gaze on him, and then her shins against his under the water. He stopped scooping out the petals, and fully emerged above water again. The water dripped down his neck.
''Why would you think the acolyte has any other business than brewing my personal moontea, Ae?'' she asked. He didn't like her tone. He didn't like how casually she lied to him. His eyes turned into little slits and he was sure his facial expression was reminiscent of a thunderstorm. She continued as if she didn't notice: ''And regarding Haelle, tell me what I need to know. I have no reason, at this point, to question her story… but your opinion means the world to me. So enlighten me, brother.'' Before he could answer, Visenya called in one of her servants, and ordered the girl to invite Haelle Bolton to tea sometime soon.
Aelor waited until the servant had left, before he spoke. ''I don't like it when you take me for a fool, sister.'' He nearly spat out the last word. ''I saw him, snooping around the Dragon's Pit yesterday.'' Or was it the day before? Aelor had spent the previous day flying Baspian. The small dragon keeper girl had aided him with getting the dragon ready, but in between scolding her for her incompetence, he had noticed others hoovering about. He hadn't been sure if the others had been there because of the Dragon Hatching festival - or if it had been something else. But the royal family sharpening the citywide safety precautions wasn't something that was easily left unnoticeable. ''Mother told me.'' Visenya - the queen - hadn't actually told him, he had simply overheard her and Rhaenys speaking about it.
Aelor's eyes darted around the room, until they fixated on a serving tray with a pitcher of something on it and some cups. He pushed himself out of the bath, walked over to the tray, leaving a trail of water behind him, and poured himself a small cup. He took a little sip, to taste. It wasn't wine, but it was something fruity. He poured two glasses and returned to the bath - repositioning as he had before. He handed her the cup, set his aside and stretched his arms out and wide, as far as he could reach.
''Aegon send me to rescue Haelle Bolton, on her father's orders,'' he explained to Visenya. He didn't feel the need to lie to her. The fact that she seemingly did, rubbed him very wrong. ''We found her with her captor in Essos. For someone who was taken against her will by that merchant, she strangely pleaded to not have him killed.'' Aelor of course killed the man anyways. Abduction a Lady of a Great House was an act of war, and there needed to be repercussions of the same degree. ''He's dead now obviously.'' It had been a quick death, sadly. If Aelor had had the time, he would've made the man suffer some more for his actions. Alas, Manderly's orders had been to bring her back as swiftly as possible.
''So whatever sanctuary you think of granting her, think again.'' Aegon took another big gulp from the cup, spilling a little due to sheer overindulgence. He shrugged. ''It doesn't really matter what you want, anyway. Aegon has a deal with Lord Manderly.''

[ bericht aangepast op 9 nov 2024 - 12:13 ]

kindness is never a burden.

9 nov 2024 - 23:59 lustforlife is offline

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_{_{CELIA LANNISTER}}
THE LION'S PRIDE

Lady Celia Lannister of Casterly Rock • The Golden Daughter • 22 • in a pretty red and golden robe • with Qhomir • in the bathhouse

It was strange to have a servant call after her like this. According to the rules, the man shouldn't have approached her. If she had needed him, she would have let that be known on her own terms. A servant, who was trusted enough to be placed in such a vulnerable place like this, should've been aware of that. Celia did not like his disregard for etiquette and so, she asked for an apology.
''Of course, my Lady," the servant replied, head bowed. ''I beg your forgiveness for my imprudence." There was a faint smile visible on his lips. It made Celia question how sincere the mans apology really was. "If my Lady pleases, the name is Aeron." Aeron. The name felt weird for a servant, or maybe it just felt weird to now know it. She didn't even know the names of the servants back at Casterly Rock.
Unlike her last name, the last names of servants often did not hold any value to them and so she was not surprised, when there was nothing but silence after hearing his first name. She wanted to speak, but Aerons lips parted again. "Greyjoy.''
Greyjoy.

The name was enough to shift the air between them. She still outranked him, but way less then before. He wasn't part of the small folk, but of a noble family. It changed a lot. When he took her hand in his and kissed it, she just blinked. ''A pleasure.'' Too stunned to speak, the Lannister stood there, wondering why the man had posed as a servant. Aeron cocked his head. "I must have the honor of speaking to a Lady Lannister, I presume?" Although it did not take a genius to figure that out, Celia liked the fact she didn't need to introduce herself. "Now, if my memory does not fail me, you must either be Lady Cerelle or Lady Celia, but I have heard the rumors of the beauty of the Lion's Pride, so you must be the lady Celia Lannister." A faint smile appeared on her face. Her nickname never failed to do that. The Lion's Pride. Even though Cerelle was gorgeous, Celia's beauty outshined it. At least, that was what their father always said. The beauty of her older sister belonged to influential Lords, but hers, hers belonged to Kings. That ambition and all the lessons it accompanied, had made sure Celia could hold her own. She therefore did not confirm the mans assumption. For all she knew, he was lying. On the other hand, he could be telling the truth, so caution was necessary.

"Aeron Greyjoy," she repeated. "A pleasure indeed. You must forgive me, as I am not as familiar with your name, as you are with mine. I do remember your brother, Goren was it?" She tried to coat her voice with salty sweetness. "Such a delight." The hideous boy had pushed her in the mud during a joust tournament, that was held at Casterly Rock when they were younger. Celia took Aeron in. She had never seen a handsome Ironborn. "You do not look like him. You are much more handsome." She used the same matter-of-factly tone, that he had used. This time she cocked her head. "Were you not in attending all those years ago, when my family hosted your family during the joust tournament?"

HEAR ME ROAR

maybe I could save you from your sins

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kiren
wendwater
23 ✧ Dragonkeeper ✧ At the bathhouse with Doran Sand

''I'm sure this is all an honest misunderstanding if we talk this through.''
Kiren eyed the man suspiciously. She wasn't sure if he was a Lord, she hadn't seen him around. He had a very distant resemblance to the woman she'd seen earlier that week, bathing near her favorite little alcove in the sea. Same warm olive-toned skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Kiren hadn't met a lot of people from Dorne, but she had heard Thorns talking about them from time to time, so she could put two and two together.
She also knew that Dorne was the only region of Westeros still unconquered by King Aegon. Kiren felt little loyalty to the king. Yet the king's family had been the only family she'd had for years - excluding the few times a year she was allowed to visit her mother. So Ren took a step back. For safety reasons.
Yet she didn't turn on her heel and run. The man was handsome with sharp features and she could see dark lines creeping from beneath the towel he'd wrapped around himself. For some reason, she decided to stay.
''I apologize, my Lord,'' she repeated, even though she wasn't sure if he was a Lord at all. The tattoos seemed to suggest otherwise, as Ren didn't think high borns were allowed those at all. But he was bathing in the royal bathhouse, which was reserved only for the Targaryen family and it's guests, so he must be someone of importance. ''I thought the room was empty.'' Realizing she wasn't supposed to be there at all, she quickly glanced around to room to look for something that might aid her ruse. The room was very empty - it was decorated but not overly so. She saw his clothes, on a table to the side. Two daggers, right next to the bath tub. So he's a fighter, she thought. Perhaps a Commander of some sort. Kiren ignored the urge to dart forwards towards the daggers and pick them up to defend herself. If he was the sort of people to keep his daggers with him during a relaxing bath, she would be wise to not underestimate him. There was also a lute placed next to the bath. He had been the one playing, she thought. A fighter who played the lute... When she noticed some towels and robes in a pile in the corner of the room, she saw her exit strategy.
''Shall I remove the used washing for you, my Lord?'' She pointed towards the pile of laundry, but didn't wait for his answer. As he had already invited her inside, she took the risk of displeases him. Ren darted past him, quickly and swiftly into the room.

kindness is never a burden.

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sky above me,
sea below me,
fire with me

targaryen bastard • master of dragons • 24 • with pyotr • dragon's pit

Rhaegar was always distrustful of people who showed an interest in the dragons, even more so since the war. There were plenty of people who wanted to hurt them, or who wanted one for themselves. “I assure you, no dragons will be harmed while I am here.” Pyotr kept his gaze focussed on the ground. Rhaegar wondered where and how Visenya even found him. The man could promise him all he wanted, he was only to go in the Dragon’s Pit if Rhaegar himself was present. Something which he also made clear to the dragon keepers.

“Actually, I’d like to ask if you could show me where the late Princess Elaena’s dragon was being held. Calixte was her name?”
Rhaegar came to an immediate halt. Princess Elaena was a near forbidden word in the Targaryen household. They rarely, if never, talked about her. The cousin-siblings did in private, but never with their parents present. Or with staff that could tattle on them. It was not appreciated. Sometimes it was as if Elaena had never existed. “The dragons don’t have private lairs. They go where they want to go.” He eyed Pyotr warily. “What do you want to know, about Calixte?”

“And forgive my forwardness, but is this girl-lady-woman Ren someone important to you?” Pyotr asked carefully. “I can’t help but notice a tension between the two of you.”
If he had been eating something, he would’ve choked on it. “What?” he spluttered. The only tension between was that the girl would murder him in his sleep if she could get away with it. “No… she’s not…” He couldn’t exactly say not important. “She is one of the dragon keepers. I am the Master of Dragons, that is all.” His cheeks flushed bright red, which didn’t help his case, eventhough he was speaking the truth. “So, uh, not any sort of that tension you are talking about.” Gods, he hoped that Visenya would never, ever, think something like that. He would never hear the end of it. “What about you? Do you have any eh, woman-lady friends?” he asked awkwardly. Rhaegar wasn’t entirely sure what kind of questions men asked each other if they barely knew each other.

MOST DAYS
I AM A MUSEUM
OF THINGS I WANT TO FORGET

sometimes, the scary thing turns out to be the most wonderful thing of all

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Visenya
^{^{of the House Targaryen

✦ . 　⁺ Master of Laws ⁺ 　 . ✦}}

Post IX • 22 y/o • Bathhouse • with Aelor

Aelor waited until Mira had left the room. Tension hung thick in the air. As the door closed behind Visenya’s servant, silence enveloped them. How was it that the city always felt so distant when she was alone with Aelor?
''I don't like it when you take me for a fool, sister.'' Aelor said, spitting out the last word like it burned on his tongue.
Visenya raised an eyebrow. ''I saw him, snooping around the Dragon's Pit yesterday.''
She remained silent, her gaze steady as it met his. Her purple eyes locked with blue. She had learned that silence often did more than words; it drew the truth out of others, whether they intended it or not.
"Mother told me."
There it was.
Visenya’s purple eyes followed Aelor as he moved around the room. She watched him step out of the bath, leaving a trail of water in his wake. Without a word, he poured himself a glass of cider and tasted it. It was the pear cider Visenya had specifically requested, her favorite indulgence on hot summer days. With two glasses in hand, Aelor sank back into the bath, offering one to Visenya. She smiled as she accepted it.
"Aegon sent me to rescue Haelle Bolton, on her father's orders," Aelor began. "We found her with her captor in Essos. For someone who was taken against her will by that merchant, she pleaded rather strangely for him not to be killed." He paused, taking a sip. "He's dead now, obviously."
"Obviously," Visenya murmured softly.
'So whatever sanctuary you think of granting her, think again.'' Aelor took another gulp from his cup, spilling a little over the rim. He shrugged. ''It doesn't really matter what you want, anyway. Aegon has a deal with Lord Manderly.''

Visenya took a small sip from her cup, savoring the sweet notes of pear as she closed her eyes for a moment. How it reminded her of those long-ago summers, when it was still just Eleana, Aelor, Valerion and her. The older siblings. Simpler times.
“So sweet,” she said , commenting on the cider. Then, with a smile, she added, “Just like you.” She reached out and gently squeezed Aelor’s hand. She didn’t want to fight with him. “I didn’t want you to worry.” Her hand slid slowly off Aelor’s, dipping back into the water. “Nor was I sure if I could trust you with this. You don’t share my worries, I’m afraid.” She paused, her voice softening. “But I need my heart to be eased, I’ve been sleeping poorly.” Visenya drew a deep breath and decided to speak honestly. “Father and Mothers have their tale of what happened that night many moons ago. But I need more. I need confirmation from someone outside the family, someone who played no part in the tragedy of those terrible days and nights when Elaena disappeared.” she said. “Because what if whatever happened to Eleana could happen to me?” Visenya sipped her cider, her face hardening. “I won’t allow it.”
She turned the tap, letting the warm water gush into the bath until it overflowed in no time. A smile curled on Visenya’s lips. This had been a favorite childhood pastime, overfilling the bathtubs of Dragonstone and watching the panic in her poor servants' eyes as they confronted the waterballet their princess had caused.
Some days, it was only small acts like this that brought her a fleeting sense of the carefree joy she’d once known. “What sort of deal does Father have with Lord Manderly?” she asked, her voice steady but edged with curiosity. “I’ve been honest with you, brother. Will you return that trust?” Visenya reached for Aelor’s hand once more, gently taking hold of him.

A Targaryen alone in the world
is a terrible thing.

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Doran Sand
^{^{Personal Guard to the Princess of Dorne}}

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　✼

Fire and Blood, but not ours.
Post IV • 26 y/o • Bath House • with Kiren

Doran barely managed to stifle his laughter when the stranger addressed him as "Lord." A smile tugged at his lips, but he was too preoccupied with getting the door closed again to let the laugh escape. ''I thought the room was empty.'' she said.
"It was," Doran said. "Before I showed up."
He waited impatiently, glancing toward the bath. Should he get back in? Or perhaps play his lute for a while? Maybe just lounge and enjoy some wine? The day had turned out so well! If only Ser Emrys hadn’t shown up, Doran might have been able to relax completely.
For now, he simply stood there, like a child in a sweetshop, unable to decide what to indulge in first.

''Shall I remove the used washing for you, my Lord?'' The stranger pointed towards the pile of laundry, but didn't wait for his answer. She darted into the room.
[tabNow that made Doran laugh. No one, aside from his mother, had ever done his laundry.
He hurried around the stranger to quickly shut the door. "You have to stop calling me 'Lord,'" he said, extending a hand. "Doran Sand. I am what you here would call a bastard. But the only thing I identify as is a lucky bastard... finding this empty room... and look at this!"
Doran excitedly hurried over to the marble table near the bath. A glass bowl sat atop it, filled with brightly colored balls on display. "Watch!" he said, picking up a purple ball that crumbled slightly in his hand. He tossed it into the bath with a soft plop.

Immediately, the water turned a deep shade of purple, little bubbles floating up into the air above the surface. The sweet scent of lavender filled the room.
"Ooh, I know what this needs!" Doran exclaimed, rushing over to his lute. He set his wineglass down and began strumming a lively, uplifting tune.
"Want to throw one in too?" he asked, beaming as he looked back at the stranger. "I'll play a song to it, or you can if you want..."

The taste of vengeance is sweeter
than the taste of honey.

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𝔫𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔞
^{^{of the House Martell

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Unbowed, unbent, unbroken

The words of House Martell

A promise to our enemies, and a challenge to our lovers

princess of dorne • second in line • 22 • with the lord commander • in the bathhouse

Four fucking years. Nemi wanted to snap at Emrys that she very well knew that, didn’t need to be told. She bit her tongue, with difficulty, though her dark eyes were blazing.
Emrys looked nervous, as they should. Did the Targaryens even know that they worked for the Martells? She saw little drops of sweat on their temple. It must be suffocatingly hot, wearing all that armour in the warm bathhouse. Steaming coming from the baths. It was also so typically Emrys that it caused a pang in her chest. So, when Emrys motioned to her to come with, Nemi rolled her eyes and followed.

''I met Lady Haelle Manderly during my time staying with House Rosby, after- '' the betrayal. Nemi ignored Emrys’ voice falling away. ''She was my friend. And then she had to marry Lord Domeric Bolton. She hated him. She hated living with him and didn't want to bear his child. So we made a plan for her to escape, to Essos. I will not apologize for aiding a friend in need to anyone. Though, I will beg for your discretion. For her safety. I do not know what her family or the Boltons would do if they found out she is still alive''
“So, you helped a friend in secret and now you are telling me this secret, betraying your friend?” she asked sharply. It wasn’t fair. Even Nehemia knew that. But she asked for an explanation, sort of. “I see.” Yet, she couldn’t hide the small frown that appeared on her face. It seemed that Emrys did not know that their friend, or something more than a friend, had returned to Westeros. Nemi wanted to tell. Four years ago, she would’ve done so in a heartbeat and she hated that she couldn’t now. Or well, she could. She just wouldn’t. “I think you should go talk to your… friend,” was all she said instead.
She did believe them, helping their friend. She herself would’ve done the same.

''Concerning the second offence laid to my charge, I can only tell you how sorry I am.'' Emrys looked as if they were about to pray. It was little too late for that. ''I could not face you. The shame of my failure was too big. The prince and princess- '' Their voice disappeared again, choked off. ''Your parents... I could not face you.”
Nehemia crossed her arms, waiting.
''I will not ask for your forgiveness because I do not deserve it, habibi.''
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her heartstrings tugged on. Yes, this definitely had been a mistake. “And at least have the decency to look at me when you are talking to me. You are the Lord Commandor for Gods sakes, not some weak little whimp.” It took effort, to let her voice stay on a soft volume, to not draw attention to themselves. Doran would be proud of her. She’d rather be shouting instead. Her mother used to tell her that shouting didn’t help anyone. It did feel good, however. “And stop with that selfpity. It does not suit you and nor does it look good on you.”
She stepped closer, leaning forward. “There is no failure in what happened on the boat. No one is a match for an angry storm in the middle of the sea. There is failure in not coming home afterwards and leaving everyone wondering what exactly happened. I needed you and you were just gone as if nothing ever happened.”

AND IF I GET BURNED,
AT LEAST WE WERE ELECTRIFIED

sometimes, the scary thing turns out to be the most wonderful thing of all

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_{_HAELLE}
𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶

house manderly • 25 • with cedrick • on a balcony, looking over the city

Cedrick’s rough hands cupped her face. “I like it better when it’s not in stone.” It took a few, long seconds before he let her go.
Her eyes widened. Her face in stone? The crypt was strictly reserved for Stark-family members. Not for outsiders. Yet, they had put her in. Her face crumbled, tears forming. Perhaps she should’ve trusted The Starks with her scheme. It had been hard not to tell them, let them believe she had died, but it was for the better. The fewer people knew, the more safe it was. Cedrick, Lyssandra and the other Stark siblings would have helped her, without a doubt. But their parents and Maester Luwin had other priorities.

"I only need to know one thing." Cedrick sounded uncharistically sharp. "Who is responsible for all of this, Haelle?"
“I… I can’t really tell you much,” Haelle replied softly, voice filled with regret. Not if there was even the smallest possibility of getting him into trouble, if he were to know all the details. She especially couldn’t tell him here, in the middle of Aegon’s Fort, with Targaryen guards closeby. Perhaps it was easier to show him instead, later.
Slowly she sat down on one of the balcony chairs, motioning to Cedrick to sit as well. “My… Aelor took care of him.” She squeezed her knees, hard. It was her fault that her friend was dead now. One more dark dream for the nights. All of their efforts of the past two years were useless now. She was back were she started. “It appears that, now I am not declared… dead anymore, that the marriage between Domeric Bolton and myself is still legally valid.” She looked down at her hands. Haelle had thought about asking princess Visenya for help. As Master of Law, she might know a way out. “My father expects me to go back to Dreadfort with him after all the festivities.” She didn’t bother putting up a fake smile when she looked at Cedrick. He wouldn’t believe it anyway. It made her sick, having to go back to that cold place. Having to raise Maisie in that place devoid of love, after all. Haelle always had a plan, but now, for once, she did not know what to do. If it was better to tell that Maisie – probably – wasn’t Domeric’s and be shunned by society. Or to pretend that she was and go to that hellhole. It was without a doubt that she would do what was best for Maisie. She herself would get through it, no matter what she chose and no matter how tough it would be. She desperately needed advice on this.
“Is the rest of your family here?” She sounded hopeful. “I would love to see them before leaving.”
And Emrys. She had to talk to Emrys.

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Pyotr Baelish
^{^{Acolyte of the Citadel}}

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Knowledge is Power
Post IV • 25 y/o • Dragonpitt • Rhaegar

If it were up to Pyotr, he’d be everything his father wasn’t. Scheming and lying came naturally to Lord Baelish, so Pyotr preferred to keep things clear and direct. It didn’t surprise him that Rhaegar had come to a standstill when he asked him about Elaena. Honesty was better than scheming, but that didn’t mean people would always respond better to it.
“The dragons don’t have private lairs. They go where they want to go.” Rhaegar spoke after recovering from the clearly serious subject. Visenya had warned him this might happen, but that didn’t make Rhaegar’s wary gaze any more comfortable. “What do you want to know, about Calixte?”

Pyotr smiled and bowed his head, a gesture to thank Rhaegar for his response. He would continue discussing Elaena, but perhaps something lighter first. So, he asked about Ren.
“What?” Rhaegar spluttered. “No… she’s not…”
Pyotr turned to him, watching the Prince That Could Have Been struggle to find the right words. “She is one of the dragon keepers. I am the Master of Dragons. That is all.” Rhaegar’s cheeks flushed red. “So, uh, no tension of the kind you’re talking about.”
Pyotr’s lips curled into a little smile. “Alright, no tension.” He nodded as they kept walking.
Two dragon keepers passed them by, dressed in their easily recognizable, simple robes, smelling of smoke. They bowed to Rhaegar as they passed.
“What about you? Do you have any… uh, woman-lady friends?” Rhaegar asked awkwardly.
“Not now, and not ever,” Pyotr replied. “When I took the oath to become a Maester, that future was ruled out for me.” It was one of the aspects of being a Maester Pyotr had come to accept. No one would ever question his nonexistent love life, it was simply against the rules. Simple as that. “So, no tension either.” He smiled and glanced over that Rhaegar.

Pyotr halted when he heard the beating of wings; it was loud, and a strong wind followed. The sound became louder and louder. He turned around. They were at the outer rim of the Dragon Pit, elevated above the ground and the large entrance to the Pit. Was a dragon flying towards them?
While looking up, waiting in anticipation for what was to come, Pyotr asked, “How would you describe what happened to Princess Elaena? And to Calixte?”

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^{^solani}

court musician and dancer • lady-in-waiting for princess visenya • witch • 24 • dress • with domeric • on the beach

Domeric pulled her into his arms and it was a good thing. Her knees weakened the moment they touched. She wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, taking in his familiar scent. “I’m real,” he murmured. “I’m here.” He lifted her of the ground with ease. She pressed a long kiss on his lips. It still all felt too unreal, as if she could wake-up at any moment in her bed back in the castle and the beach being a painful dream. If it really were a dream, she wanted to sleep forever.

“I want to say I’d have Baelish’s head for lying to you,” Domeric said hoarsely, “but I’ve heard someone already beat me to it.”
Lethia replied his smile with a weak smile of her own. It had been a while now, but she still wasn’t entirely sure whether she felt guilty or not. In a way, Baelish had it coming, for all those years. She was doubtful if his family even truly missed him. He was always more occupied with his dodgy businesses, not his family. No, instead of guilt, there was a small sense of regret, and that was mostly tied to involving Ren in all of it. If someone ever were to find out. The chances were small. As far as she knew, everyone believed that Petar had come too close to one of the dragons and paid for it with his life. No one would suspect a woman of murder, let alone some court musician.

“What are you doing here? Is your cat here with you as well? Did the Targaryens treat you right?” His questions came out all at once.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her, to the stone she had been sitting on earlier. “It is a long story, but to keep it short, for now… During the Conquest I wound up at one the Targaryen warcamps. I… I was hurt, but on one of the days I was feeling better, one of the soldiers brought over the dingiest guitar I had ever seen. I played and sung a little bit, not realising one of the Queens, Rhaenys, had arrived and the camp. She must’ve liked it, because…” Lethia gestured at the city behind them. “I had only been here shortly when Baelish arrived and came to tell me that you - that you…” It was impossible to finish her sentence. “The Targaryens are kind to me. I am grateful to them. But… it is a bit overwhelming sometimes. Princess Visenya is giving me a lot of responsibilities and I like it, I like that she trusts me. It is just, it is very much not like the North.” Domeric knew she always preferred the smaller courts. They felt more personal. Knowing all the names of all the maids and cooks and stableboys and other servants. She really tried her best, in the Targaryen court, but each week there were more new workers and it felt bad, not knowing their names. Especially if she needed their help. “Princess Visenya offered me to be one of her ladies-in-waiting. It feels ungrateful saying that I don’t want it, but I can’t really say no to her…” She squeezed Domeric’s hand. “Bear is living his best life. There are plenty of rats and mouses here for him to feast on.”
Lethia gently touched the bruises on Domeric’s face. “I see you are still too stubborn to go by the grand maesters after a fight.” She always had a little rule for herself, when it came to Domeric and his cuts and bruises. If he got them in a battle, she would help him. If he got them in a stupid pub brawl, he could just wait until his body healed the bruises. “How is Dreadfort?” she asked. “I… I suppose you are here for a new,” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “a new wife?”

all the lights are sparkling for her

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T H E S T R A N G E R
^{AERON GREYJOY

^{qhomir hoare

31 ☩ With Celia in the bathhouse}}

Qhomir was pleased with himself when a faint smile appeared on the lady Celia's lips. It was always a bit of a gamble, approaching members of high houses without the formal introductions. She could've called for guards when he'd first approached her - but he took it as a good sign she didn't. Still, ladies of high houses were known to be as sweet as vipers. He'd just have to outsmart them.
"Aeron Greyjoy.'' He hadn't heard anyone say his name since leaving Harrenhal, weeks ago. It felt strange. Not unpleasant, just strange. Like an echo of the past. He felt a certain disconnect from it; he had been feeling it for years now. "A pleasure indeed. You must forgive me, as I am not as familiar with your name, as you are with mine. I do remember your brother, Goren was it? Such a delight." The tone of her voice, indicated it hadn't been a delight at all.
Qhomir chuckled. Goren was everything he wasn't. The rightful heir to Pyke had been raised with everything within his reach - this had made him vain, arrogant and brutish among courtiers. Qhomir had to fight for a place at Greyjoy table - and also learned what happened if you couldn't keep your mouth shut. ''Delight is not a word I would use to describe him,'' Qhomir just answered.
"You do not look like him. You are much more handsome." The lady continued. Qhomir smiled again and bowed his head a little as a thank you. He wasn't entirely certain she'd meant it as a compliment, though. The tone of her voice made no indication to her emotions on the subject. "Were you not in attending all those years ago, when my family hosted your family during the joust tournament?"
''You flatter me, my lady,'' Qhomir answered. ''I must've been, yes.'' He thought back to the tourney - there had been several, in fact, spanning over a course of 10 years. The last one, right before Aegon invaded, must've been about four years ago. Qhomir had attended with his late wife, brothers and sisters, but he didn't recall staying long or exchanging many pleasantries with their Lannisters hosts. The first feast at Casterly Rock had been around his twenty-first year of age, and seated at the high table of their hosts, he'd seen the two small blonde girls - aged somewhere around ten to fifteen probably - and an older boy. After that, the memories get a little foggy. ''I don't recall staying long enough to make your acquaintance.'' He continued, and then added quickly: ''For which I apologize, of course. I think my late wife had been pregnant at that particular feast, and I'd accompanied her back home shortly after our arrival.''
A couple of servants passed them by, not unsubtly eyeing the unusual pair conversing in the hallway of the bath house. Qhomir put the flatter he was still holding on to a little side table. ''Enough about me.'' He motioned to the doors in the hallway, each leading towards another type of bathing experience or other form of entertainment. ''Can I persuade you to join me for a glass of wine in the refreshment room?''

kindness is never a burden.

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TARGARYEN
^{^{^{^AELOR}}}
^{^{the cruel}}
24 ⚜ Prince of the Seven Kingdoms ⚜ With Visenya in her private quarters of the bathhouse

''So sweet. Just like you.''
His eyes pierced into hers. Was she mocking him again? He felt the rage burn inside him, like a small flame getting bigger and hotter. But then Visenya took his hand and squeezed it. ''I didn't want you to worry,'' she said and he deflated. He let himself sink back into the water a little, as Visenya went on explaining her reasoning for leaving him out of her plans. He remained silent while she talked, his eyes focused entirely on her moving lips.
Aelor did not share his cousins sleepless nights over Elaena's death. In his opinion, she'd had it coming long ago. He didn't know what happened exactly, only that his sister had been too friendly with certain servant girls for her own good. And stealing dragon eggs? Elaena had no use for them, she had a dragon, so the only reason Aelor could phantom her stealing them, would be to sell it for those poor people. Valerion stuck his guns that the whole ordeal had been so unlike Elaena it couldn't have been true, but maybe Val just didn't know Elaena at all. Maybe none of them knew her.
''Because what if whatever happened to Eleana could happen to me? I won’t allow it,'' Visenya concluded and took a sip from her cup.
Aelor reached his hand out towards hers under the water and squeezed it firmly, just like she had a few minutes ago. ''Nor will I. Vis, what happened to Elaena was her own fault. It won't happen to you, because you're not stupid like she was. You're smart. Careful. You know your place.''
As if she was trying to prove the opposite, Visenya turned on the taps to the bath and made the already filled-to-the-brim tub overflow. Aelor raised an eyebrow at her childlike behavior, but didn't react to it otherwise. He didn't care about who was to clean it up - and the warm water felt nice on his skin. The dragonblood in his veins begged for a scorching hot temperature, but sadly the water from the taps was unable to achieve that.
''Would you like me to keep an eye on him?'' Aelor asked, referring to Visenya's acolyte. Because he was bored. Because the whole ordeal had peaked his interest.
At the same time, she'd asked a question of her own: ''What sort of deal does Father have with Lord Manderly? I’ve been honest with you, brother. Will you return that trust?”
Aelor smirked, his eyes lit up with amusement. He liked this little game they were playing. However, he'd have to disappoint her. ''I would, Vis, but I don't know what the deal entails. I just know Aegon wouldn't have send me personally for anything less than.'' House Manderly had allied with the Conqueror during the wars, so Aelor could only imagine Lord Manderly was severely indebted to Aegon already.

kindness is never a burden.

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