bltns:
𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. any corridor
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺. open
“ 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂. ” echo was eerily calm as her nails dug harshly in the perpetrator’s flesh, the touch scorching. it could nearly sound as if she cared for their safety, pass it off as panicked worry: had it not been for the icey glare she stabbed his figure with. “ get them off of me. ”
THE FIST AROUND THE HILT OF HIS SWORD strengthens just the slightest as his eyes land on the cornered woman. he strides purposefully towards her, a slight panic pounding within his heart. the clangour of his kingsguard armour like doomsday bells, it should catalyse a warning for the perpetrator, a fear. his hand wraps around the back of the man’s shirt, tearing him away as if he was simply a rag doll. “ and what shall we do with him, my lady ? ”
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gicnnc:
This felt like deja vu, having wandering the garden as she looked around. Hearing arguing, she hid behind a column and slowly moved closer - not close enough where her presence would be known but close enough where she could hear them. Maybe she was too enthralled in the conversation or just didn’t care about those around her but when she heard something crunch behind her, she gasped and quickly turned around. “I can’t feel my heart beating,” she said with a breath
DUNCAN NOTICES HER A WHILE AWAY, wandering the gardens and finally settling behind a pillar, strange behaviour from the lady forrester. suspicions rise within the lannister and he quickly follows suit, eyeing the other for any weapons or espionage paraphernalia that may betray her intentions. finding none, he merely walks up to her, places his hands on his hips and raises his eyebrows. “ may i ask what you’re up to lady gianna ? ”
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crownsandgods:
She can’t help but muse at his pun, while cheese it is still funny. aslan was as much a thorn rose as he was a lion and she would make sure he grew up knowing just as much. “yes, he sure grows strong with each passing day, he will be a lion warrior one day like his father and uncle i am certain. but as smart as his mother and aunt.” perhaps it was wishful thinking but she saw a little bit of everyone in him. such a loved child, it was only natural he took after them all one way or another. she turns the corner to witness others setting the table, she was hungrier that expected. “but how are you doing? hope they are not working you too hard.”
DUNCAN NODS, “ i certainly do not doubt it. your union with my brother has certainly benefited us all. not only with allies and manpower but with a strong lord - heir, there is no doubt in my mind that he will be marked in the pages of our history. ” he shrugs his shoulder at her question, armour awkwardly clanging against each other, “ ah, you know us knights, the work never ends. but i’m grateful they’ve given me some time to spend with you and the rest of the family. though duty will call and i will have to answer it, it’s the very least i can do ... after the mistakes i have made. ”
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raising to his feet after the most recent round of exertion, the snow bastard peels his shirt from his chest ( using the edge of the material to wipe down his face ). “but this is just the warm up?” the words come out as if confused by the other mans desire to rest following their training, but daemon is given away but the shit eating grin that accompanies them. “i would say you would get used to my routine, but i fear my time in kings landing will be coming to an end soon. you’ll be in charge of beating up your own body then.” taking a few steps closer to the man, he offered out an arm. “now come on. that gallon of water and a bit of food awaits. then you can nap all you’d like.”
SWEAT CROWNS HIS FOREHEAD ( the only kind of crown that he is destined for, he breathes, bleeds and sweats for the queen and her kingdom, this is what being a knight entails, this is his only fate ). an exasperated laugh leaves his heaving body and he shakes his head at the seemingly invulnerability of the other. an awestruck smile forms across his sweat salted lips, “ oh gods, nothing sounds more divine -- and what do you mean by that ? will you be stationed elsewhere ? ” duncan’s brows furrows, he hasn’t heard news of this, grabbing onto the other’s arms, easily standing up with his anchor of a friend.
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She had heard in the distance as she had put the final touches to herself for the day, although she had not thought of the sound as anything until the knock on the door came. a sweet smile spreading on her rose colored cheeks as she recognized the voice of her good brother. the lannister were her family in all sense of the word, all had welcomed her with open arms without hesitation and for that she held them all in high regards. lale opened the door faced light up at the idea. “its the best invitation i’ve gotten since i arrived in kings landing, it shall be my honor.” closing the door behind her as she stepped into the hall. “food should be ready on the terrace, if we are lucky aslan shall join us soon.” the little lannister babe still slept deeply.
DUNCAN GRINS WIDELY, nodding his head as a form of gratitude for her acceptance of his invitation. though the lannisters have always been wary of outsiders, and the gory history between his and lale’s ancestors, she has been a wonderful and greatly appreciation addition to the family, having blessed them with the greatest ( and most adorable ) little heir to casterly rock but also allies and a different perspective from the reach. “ ah, i hope so. how is the little lion ? growing strong ? ” duncan’s brows rise and fall teasingly, unable to help the pun that slipped form his lips.
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blackweir:
The first question that comes to their mind as they stare down at the golden helm was who ratted them out? Probably some southern noble, having had their oh, so delicate sensibilities offended by the act of a stranger scaling a tree. Dark eyes blinking slowly, a Cheshire grin spreads across her lips as a hand is lifted up, middle finger extended. “Make me, little lion man.” They fully expect his offense at their actions, though it was debatable if he’ll make the attempt to scale the tree. Downsides of a full set of armor, truly.
DUNCAN GIVES A DEDICATED roll of his eyes at the petulant ( though admirable ) actions of the other, a heavy sigh tumbling from his lips to conceal the smile that he was ardently threatening to skip across his cheeks. though the transpiring events were a staple of amusement for the day, the fact remains, he’s tired and frankly sick of the mundane knightly duties, far from those of greater importance than when was lord commander. “ lady blackwood, with all due respect, i do not get paid enough to drag you out of a tree. so if there’s room up there, ” he begins to take off his armour, “ please make way. for i too am wanting to escape whatever the rest of the day holds. ”
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@crownsandgods LALE LANNISTER & DUNCAN LANNISTER
IF THE CLANGOUR OF HIS ARMOUR didn’t already wake her up, then his knocking may have done the trick. though there is a strange tenderness that is within him, a delicate weave of gentleness that weaves his fragmented heart together, there is an uncontrolled, inevitable lion strength that he naturally succumbs to. and such aspects of his character often manifests in the brutish and impolite way his knuckles rap on the chambers of his good sister. “ lale, shall we break our fast together ? ” he asks behind the door, “ i feel we haven’t spoken in a thousand moons. ”
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@conqueredcrowns DAEMON SNOW & DUNCAN LANNISTER
A DISCORDANT GRUNT LEAVES DUNCAN’S LIPS as he pushes himself up one more time, sweat dripping down his forehead, golden hair that is far overdue for a cut now drenched from the physiological aftermath of an afternoon of training. “ on the gods daemon, you train like a beast. ” he says with one final push up before collapsing on his back, harsh breaths greedily leaving his heaving chest. “ how do you do it ? i cannot go on for much longer, i believe it is time for a gallon of water and a five - hour nap. ”
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@blackweir , PALLA BLACKWOOD & DUNCAN LANNISTER
THERE’S A HEAVY SIGH that leaves his lips as he looks up at the lady in the tree, brows furrowing under his golden helmet at the scene of it all. he squints even further, tilting his golden helmet back to get a better view of the whole situation, ah yes. his hands settle on the dips of his hips. “ lady blackwood, ” there’s a hint of exasperation in his voice, “ lady blackwood, i’m going to have to ask you to get down from the tree. it’s merely for your own safety. though i certainly cannot wait to hear the story behind all this. ”
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@stcneheartd , DAVEN LANNISTER & DUNCAN LANNISTER
ARMOUR CLANGING WILDY with every step, ducan lannister is a golden cloud of cacophonous arrogance -- an arrogance he did not deserve but wears so well, something about it being in the blood of a lion. an expectation for all lannisters to wear, something to conceal their guilt and shame accumulated by their ancestors and the consequences of their own damning actions. he claps a hand over his uncle’s shoulder, giving him a smile before taking off his helmet, sweat making it cling to his dark gold hair, making it a harder task than usual but his arrogance makes it look easy. “ uncle, ” he nods. “ shall we go for a drink ? ”
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thechxrrytree:
open starter ! ( @thronesstarters )
AFTER CELEBRATIONS WERE OVER , Capella had found herself in a bit of boredom. Still stuck in King’s Landing , not sure when the Dayne faction were heading back off to continue their duties in Starfall , she entered the next day with the want of something to do. She quickly found that in a game of pall mall that had been set up in one of the courtyards , not to be messed with , so Capella took the liberty of starting a solo game. Thank goodness for her sisters not being there , or this would have turned into a death match of Pall Mall. The Dornish girl seemed to be quite good at the game , the sun shining down on her and her light pink gown not seeming to bother her in the slightest. As she was about to hit her ball into the next arch , she caught glimpse of a figure. “Good morning!” She called out , moving a hand to brush dark hair out of her face.
THE WEDDINGS HAS CERTAINLY taken a toll on the lady yronwood, unable to share in the happiness of her friend and in her prince, too overcome with the agony of unrequited love, she left the celebrations with a heavier heart than when she came. it had been expected, this union between love her life and the sea - wolf princess but the reality of it all is still a knife to the centre of her chest. walking the grounds in an effort to alleviate such pains, she sees the lady dayne and plastered on the best smile she could. “ good morning to you too lady dayne. ” she curtsies politely, “ i see you’re in the middle of a solo game of pall mall ? would you like a contender ? ”
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stxrfclls:
open starter ( @thronesstarters )
“she’s quite beautiful, is she not?” ileah’s voice floats across the training grounds as she toys with the axe, spinning it as if it could never hurt her. there’s a skill beneath the movements, but to anyone watching she simply looks like she’s playing with it. “what is your favorite weapon?” inquires the blacktyde lady to the pair of eyes watching her.
RENEI NODS ONLY POLITELY, attention fleeting as her gaze rests on the beloved axe of the lady harlaw before finding interest in the the greenery behind her. art of weapons and warfare has never interested her, though its necessity at certain times she understood. “ oh, no lady harlow, i’m not a fighter, the sharpest thing i probably own is my sewing needle. i wish i was, i’m always in aw of the people who do. ”
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ferrumanes:
“My coffers are deep enough brother, to support coffee drinking and the rest of the world. I keep Tharon’s swords sharp too and him well equipped as another friend of mine” He sighed before breathing deeply hiding his face in the mug. “Shit, Tharon held me while I cried my soon to be wife is pregnant - I watched the man I loved lie to me and then die knowing legitimizing my daughter and any plans i previously had are pushed back until I have gotten in good with my king again unsure if he will allow me to call him friend again. Still not sleeping - I would like for one day for neither of us to have the world implode”
DUNCAN TRIES TO HID THE GRIMACE behind a sip of coffee. he couldn’t imagine the amount of his pain his friend is going through, losing the man he loved, the plans to safeguard the future of his daughter now in ruins, but losing the trust of his monarch, that duncan was all to familiar with. “ i truly am sorry to hear of your pain, warik. but please know, you will always have a friend in me. and i am here for you, whatever you need. i am familiar with the feeling of the gods’ knocking you down and trampling all over you, so if there is anything i can do to ease your suffering, i will not hesitate to do it. ”
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lnnistr:
@thronedgames - utp
He had drunk too much and it was becoming apparent. He hadn’t even realized it until he began to grow dizzy. Sitting down, he placed a hand on his head and sighed, “tomorrow is going to be fun,” he groaned, running a hand over his face as he tried his best to sober up. “I need water,” he said as he got a waiters attention and got a glass. Taking a sip, he nearly coughed the drink out, “that’s not water,” he covering his mouth as he coughed
DUNCAN STIFLES A LAUGH at the sight of his cousin, finding it difficult to keep the standard, stoic face of kings landing’s knights. “ here, henrik. ” danny says, gently putting a glass of water in the hands of his cousin. “ perhaps you should take it easy on the alcohol ? ” he pats his back, “ or perhaps retire from the celebrations completely ? i can carry you cover my shoulder to your chambers, if you like. there is no shame at all with being carried over someone’s shoulder like a sack of rice when you’re too far gone. ” duncan jokes, biting his lips in an attempt to look as serious as ever.
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@thronedgames - utp
He was feeling the urge to go up there and play one of the instruments, the tempo of the music feeling off and the rhythm just not seeming right to him. Maybe because he was a perfectionist he focused on every minute detail but it really seemed to him that something was off. “If I could go up there and just grab a violin,” he muttered to himself before feeling a pair of eyes on him and turning to where they were coming from. “Yes?” he asked, hoping they hadn’t heard him
ETHAN’S EYES LIGHTS UP in the mention of the musical instrument, and he takes a gulp of his wine before standing shoulder to shoulder against the lord. how exactly he heard his little whispers over the bustling and celebratory crowd, he’ll never know. “ well, why not ! ” ethan grins, “ i’ll do it with you if you like. you grab the violin and i shall play the cello ? ”
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closed for ethan stark // @thronedgames
“not that i ever speak poorly of dorne,” well… not out loud. “but they do know how to craft a delicious wine.” cedrick had only had a little, choosing not to allow anything to fog his mind too much. he liked to be alert, especially at an event where there were so many people gathered in such a small space. oh the secrets he and his spies should uncover tonight. “have you tried one yet?” he questions the prince, glancing to the other and quirking a brow in question.
ETHAN NODS HIS HEAD enthusiastically, dornish wine sweetening even further the cherry blood that cursed through his veins. “ oh, i agree with you completely lord ryswell. ” he takes a quick sip, welcoming the warmth of the liquid in the winter of his body. “ yes, a couple. ” he grins, a little laugh spilling from his lips as though he’s a little kid admitting a half - truth to a childish secret. “ the north’s ale could never stand against such a delicacy. what do you believe their process is, lord ryswell ? the dornish i mean, ” he swirls the liquid around his cup, “ magic perhaps ? sorcerry ? that enchants all who drinks it to immediately fall head over heels for the liquid ? ”
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stxrfclls:
closed for anyone ! // @thronedgames
weddings brought out a sappier side of tharon, one eager to wed once more as if that was a good idea. there was only one way to keep his mind busy, and he pitied each person he stumbled upon and pulled into conversation with a similar question. “can you ever imagine yourself doing all this, wedding someone in this grand of fashion?” part of him was thankful none of his weddings had been this large, though perhaps all three combined could give this ceremony a run for its money.
A SIGH LEAVES HER LIPS, arms folded neatly behind her back as she gazed upon the celebration. despite the pretty dress and the fancy curls and braids that crowned her hair, cassandra feels very much out of place, she’s not quite sure where she belongs anymore. too rich for the common folk, too ugly for the noble blooded. “ i used to be able to. ” she answers quietly. “ i used to dream of it. a lot. love was just so ... lovely. now, i’m not so sure. now, i just don’t see the point ... have you married ser ? ”
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