closed starter ━━ @flamedreamt, @morewoe, @ironforgcd, @dis
what satisfaction was gained from watching a kraken be bested by a lady of the reach is soon lost as one of his own fails to unseat the most pious of dragons. the ironborn had fallen short—a fact that leaves behind the bitter taste of wounded pride. with no inclination to see a creature of the green lands declared victor, his days are now spent away from the tourney grounds. the quietude of the room is interrupted by the echo of footsteps against hard stone as someone makes their way between the rows of bookshelves. ❝ has the tourney lost its appeal, my liege? ❞
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closed starter ━━ @heavnle, @cursebrcken, @sacrificeds
the warm caress of the sun against silken skin is made bearable by the gentle breeze, bronzed flesh encased in lightweight fabric an advantage as the pleasure barge sails along the mander. umber hues set upon the water—made molten gold at its reaches by the sun’s radiance. a welcome reminder of home, even if found wanting. ❝ a momentary reprieve from the revelry— ❞ fingers trace the slats of a jade-green fan, a gift that has served her well throughout the festivities. ❝ such splendor can be quite taxing, don’t you agree? ❞
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the rose of highgarden—a well-deserved sobriquet that inspires no small measure of admiration from those fortunate enough to fall subject to her charm. it is commendable, to be viewed worthy of adulation. and soon, the rose will serve as an asset to the crown. its beauty, to be wielded by dragons as one would a weapon. a promising match—worthy of the prince of summerhall. to endear himself to her could prove advantageous. ❝ if you insist, my lady— ❞ he takes a bite of the sugared pastry, carefully rolling it over his tongue. ❝ it is delightful. almost as enjoyable as your company. ❞
" this pear dessert is our cook’s best-kept secret , " alysane said with a faint smile , her lips curving as she dusted powdered sugar over the baked goods . as pleasant as the day was , she preferred the cool shade away from the heat and the bustling crowds of highgarden . " one lord even claimed it was a gift from the gods themselves . a bit of an exaggeration , of course , but they are rather delectable — go on , don’t be shy , try some . "
OPEN STARTER — location : by the kitchens ( accepting 4 / 4 replies )
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he stumbles upon her by chance, in search of another. a lady of castamere—the blood of the dragon. and yet, pale skin has lost all trace of colour, lilac hues reflecting disquietude—a dragon seized with a debilitating sense of dread. he cannot fault her for it. a targaryen dragon has fallen—a testament to the strength of house targaryen, killed in battle. there is blood in the water. he moves to collect the shards of ceramic that lay scattered on cobblestone, careful to hand them off to an attendant in a linen handkerchief. ❛ i can send for a replacement. mint tea was it? ❜
closed starter for : maesella targaryen & @hamart1as
trembling fingers and shaken voice had become maesella's custom. she ran into her own mind and did not escape before dawn most nights. the events that had occurred made her tremble in fear and perhaps the kind dragon felt defeated knowing dragons which held no love for her blood had emerged. amid afternoon tea in the gardens of flowers, she sat. eyes blank, amethyst spark withered and once angelic creature had turned to nothing. is this what the world was? if so she wanted nothing of it. picking up her cup her strength failed her and it shattered on the stone cobbles. "oh, no." she murmured hollow as a ghost.
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they walk side by side along the riverbank, arms intertwined as they saunter under the clear azure sky—a closeness oft reserved for the golden felids of the westerlands. the sun shines bright and hot against bronzed skin, gentle breeze toying with limbs left exposed by amaranthine silks encasing gracile figure. ❛ better to reside amongst the flowers than the wolves or the krakens⸻ ❜ words, softly spoken, are laced with mirth. ❛ moreover, the dragon queen is known to be particularly fond of her master of laws. ❜
CLOSED STARTER ━━ ft. @morewoe, @hamart1as, @sacrificeds, @vencmovs, @wcrfcres
among the elite who promenade along the river, noses held high and lips pursed when they are not spilling the most ghastly of rumours, is one lucretia lannister. “ it's far more refreshing out here, ” curls shine under the sun's golden light as lioness speaks, “ highgarden is not the worst place to hold court, i suppose - but then, i'm certain few among us would have been opposed to hosting the ton. ”
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OPEN STARTER ⸻ @heavnle, @vi0light, @cursebrcken, and @vencmovs
[ … ] peace is sought among the roots of great oaks, back against the trunk of a tree at the heart of one of the many groves that act as shield—this particular grouping nestled against the innermost ring of white stone. the fruits of this great oak are collected with some discomfort, the too-tight skin of his left hand making it far from pleasant. and yet, to feel anything at all is a blessing. days spent lost to the world—imprisoned in a shadow world, mind clouded, lost in poppy dreams. he refuses to go back there. footfalls on the acorn-strewn ground betray the presence of another, prompting him to turn his head towards the approaching figure. ❛ have you too come in search of a moment’s reprieve from the ubiquitous floral scent, my liege? ❜
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Bruna Marquezine as Catarina de Lurton in Deus Salve o Rei, Episode 144
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#𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝟏𝐀𝐒. a dependent blog associated with @westeroslive. written by day.
all this time you've spoken to it, looked into your soul, and spied the darkness lurking and twisting through the fabric of all that you are. you fed it nothing but your deadly pride—your ire and thirst for vengeance, shame, regret, and yes, your loneliness. it grew fat on all the things you wanted to be rid of. you did not suspect— [ … ] did you never consider that the darkness within was looking back?
featuring … 𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗜 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 … lady of lannisport. 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 … prince-commander of westeros. 𝗘𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗔𝗪 … knight of grey garden & lord of greyshield. intros. wanted connections.
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“ now that most appear sufficiently distracted⸺ ” the announcement and its reverberations are of little consequence to someone so far removed from such dealings. attention is easily diverted from the sudden deluge of aspirants—the westerlands notably absent from those vying for notice. “ shall we attempt to commandeer the last of the lemon cakes ? ”
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closed starter ━━ ft. ela martell @heavnle
the bonds that bind have forged an understanding between bastard serpent and youngest sun of dorne. a familiarity that encourages a sincerity rarely revealed to others. taking the chair next to his half-sister, lips tilt up at the edges in greeting—undisguised warmth evident within viridescent hues. “ are you sufficiently entertained, sister? ” query is accompanied by the quirk of a brow. “ there is no shortage of amusement to be found in this sudden scramble for power. ”
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a sound argument, one that he cannot find fault in. such is their way. the back-and-forth, a constant throughout much of his youth. a companion whose opinion he values far more than his own. still, the golden serpent desires to understand such vehement aversion to the idea. a weak hand would surely fall to the will of others, a mere puppet as stronger elements pull the strings. but not all contenders are so easily swayed—content with advancing the ambitions of others. “ perhaps you’re right, lady dayne, ” fingers reach for a fruit pastry dipped in sweet cream, taking a generous bite before placing it down. “ and yet, there is power to be had as hand—especially to one so reviled. power that can be wielded against any and all potential enemies. ”
a sound between a scoff and a laugh fell from her lips. his attempted criticism rolling off her shoulders. ❝ do you forget the saying? the queen dreams, the hand builds. ❞ an unglamorous and replaceable position, history attesting to that. any advantage paled in comparison ❝ and with how this one will be chosen, it's not the dragon who would be chained. the hand will likely have many masters, with a slim chance of any being themself. only a fool thinks otherwise. ❞
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words that speak of fidelity to the crown and its progeny. expected of all those who wish to continue to exist under the ever-watchful eye of a queen whose opinion is as changeable as the inconstant moon. to act in accordance with one’s thoughts could prove ruinous—survival is so very often tied to subservience. the need to play the part of targaryen loyalist, it is a bitter thing to swallow. “ it is incumbent on all good people to serve the crown as best they can, ” tone speaks of a sincerity despite tightly held abhorrence, long accustomed to expressing false devotion to dragon sovereign. “ i have found that i can best serve our queen from brightwater keep. ”
ocean blue optics move upward at words of other, nose scrunching as he narrowly avoids a frown on his features. his wife's relationship with the queen has taught the ruling lord many things ⸺ the targaryen dynasty must continue at all costs, even if the kingdoms fall. " as always, for the good of the realm - have we ever known her majesty do anything else. " not a provoking sentence, his tone neutrality as lorent aims to convince himself - brainwashed to stand opposite leona. " my bones have grown weary, i believe the younger generation should showcase their prowess instead, lord florent. while i will remain a spectator yelling out advice, what will you do ? "
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there is a coldness to her that continues to surprise. what exists between them remains unacknowledged. seemingly of no significance. it is perverse—this inclination towards self-immolation. the desire to be acknowledged. to exist in the light of day, not confined to the shadows. it is his own fault. to want what can never be his. from the moment he had first dared to touch silver flames, he had granted her power over him. an uneven exchange. and yet, he cannot bring himself to sever the thread that binds them together. she will grow tired of him. passion will turn into disillusion. it is inevitable. she will go back to her betrothed—her equal, someone who will not disappoint. “ he will do as he sees fit—there is no point in attempting to predict what remains indeterminable, ” there is a finality to his words. the inner workings of dorne are not for dragons to decipher. “ your concern should lie elsewhere, princess. i hear your betrothed is interested in replacing his father as hand. ”
the silver dragon kept her eyes fixed towards the courtyard below them, even as the words that escaped his lips caused her chest to ache unfathomably. " my happiness matters not, it feels like at least someone will be disappointing sooner or later. " it has escaped her notice that he was the first person in many moons to inquire of her happiness. " it will be easier to ignore when you leave. you need not be further accosted by my misfortune and focus upon what awaits you in sunspear. " oh how simple things were when the problems that await the realm were merely borne from its own inhabitants. " has your father not shown any predilection for any of your siblings? it is worrying. he is of good health now, thank the gods, but the stranger works in harsh and unexplainable ways. "
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“ a glorified servant—i am inclined to agree with your chosen designation, my lady. ” mouth twitches in a half-grin, delight evident within viridescent hues as they turn to access his companion. “ and yet, it would be very uninspired of you to remain blind to the potential advantages that may arise from such a position. a dragon is easier to subdue when chained, starfire. ”
closed starter ›› sinan martell , @hamartialed
alara nibbled at the food on her plate with a little more enthusiasm than previous meals. the show already commencing provided excellent entertainment. leaning closer to her companion, she whispered, ❝ i can think of few fates worse than playing glorified servant to the dragons. ❞
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“ if they are half as capable as they profess to be, the task at hand should prove surmountable. ” words are laced with uncertainty, a hint of skepticism lingering in verdant gaze. “ may they exercise judgment to recognize what is best for the realm. for both the crown and its people—unmoved by greed and venality. ”
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[...] " It's a balancing game between what is tradition, and what changes are now needed for the realm. Curious that such a task should be left up to the small council, though. "
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“ quite the opposite, my lord. i am here to provide further torment. ” familiarity allows for the joviality in his tone. reaching for a flagon of arbor gold, the reachman refills his liege lord's gilded goblet before turning to his own. “ while the idea of having you close at hand is certainly tempting—i have found that distance makes the heart grow fonder. ”
closed starter ›› alester florent , @hamartialed
❝ good cousin, i do hope you're here to offer me a reprieve in the repetitive conversations. ❞ the smile offered to his cousin's spouse remained on his lips with far greater ease. ❝ unless you're looking to take up residence in the red keep alongside me? ❞
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“ power is a heady thing and dignity is but a chain to those who thirst for it. ” he makes no disguise of his distaste for the scene that plays out before them, disdain evident in both his tone and manner. such blatant avarice is unpalatable. pathetic. “ a closed market, entry subject to what you can offer in exchange for consideration—the fate of the realm is of little consequence to men who care only for their continued prosperity. ”
" the queen may trust her council to decide the fate of the realm however i do not . " the younger martell responded , making no effort to hide the skepticism and displeasure in her tone . " whether their decisions are for the good of the realm is arguable . look at they all flock these council members . the red keep is turning into a market and it reeks of desperation . "
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