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loreza had never expected to lose her brother so soon after her father. it isn't fair and though she is a believer in the seven, she nearly curses them for taking away her family so soon. how could this be happening to her? who would be next? her mother? myriam? leila? when would the gods stop, when would they be satisfied with all they have taken?

"my lord," loreza still greets him with as much warmth as she can manage in that moment. it isn't much, but it will have to do. and besides, he will understand that she is not fully herself at the moment. "thank you for meeting with me, and i appreciate your condolences. i am.. fairing as well as you can imagine," she tries to smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"good, that is very good news. she needs to be now, things are far too fragile.."

| @lorczamartell | | setting :: within sunspear after the death of the prince. | | banter length |

He would not mourn Mors Martell. Baashir Dayne had low opinions of the man and while he had no desire to list out everything he took umbrage at regarding their late Prince. The man left them an heiress and it was all that mattered. Dorne needed to have one from the line of Nymeria to sit atop their throne. The little Princess would miss her father, of course she would, Baashir would use his place and position to ensure her grief would one day be useful to her, make her stronger. As was the case with grief.

"Princess." Not Myriam and not the little one, little Leila. Loreza Martell, wife of his closest friend, the sister of the late Prince and aunt to their future ruling Princess. "I've come to meet you and speak with you about everything that has happened. How are you doing with the tragedy that has befallen your great house? I'm sure the pain you feel is great."

While face remained still, his expression steady as he looked around them and then back at her. They would have to see her around court more often, often as possible. With the death of the Old prince and then the new there would be unrest, mistrust and a sense of uneasiness.

"The Princess is under constant watch."

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loreza can hardly believe what's happened when she's received the news. the princess rushes home as quickly as possible, fleeing the tor. thank the gods she has such a supportive husband, or she may have just fallen apart upon receiving the news. her brother? gone? so shortly after their father? how could something like this happen to them?

what had house martell done to have such tragedy befall them? gods, her poor mother.. to lose a husband and a son so quickly after on another, she cannot imagine the pain. and myriam, gods, myriam. it was known that their marriage was not doing the best but still, she had spent so many years faithfully at mors' side. loreza can only imagine how hard this must be hitting.

then there's poor leila, who will likely never really remember her father. how unfortunate that the babe will grow up only hearing stories of the man he was. still, lori tells herself that she will make sure she relays those stories to her dear niece. the girl deserves to know the kind of wonderful man her father was.

she enters the room with her head down, but slowly looks up. her deep brown hues meet those of myriam, who already has tears pouring down her cheeks. she makes her way over, grabbing hold of the woman by her forearms. "you are forgiven, myriam. please, be kinder to yourself." she's already going through enough.

"good," the princess swallows thickly, trying to hold back her own tears. slowly, her head turns to the side to look upon what is left of her brother. his mortal form only, for his soul has gone somewhere else entirely-- a place only the gods know now. "you are.. you are so strong, myriam," she has to remind the woman, lest she forget it.

who: @lorczamartell when and where: the private quarters of prince mors martell, soon following the discovery of his lifeless body. one by one, more officials of dorne are called secretly in the early hours of the morning: and when princess loreza of dorne enters the room, myriam approaches her quietly.

there was an unsteady silence in the room, of which the curtains had been drawn; the high commander of dorne remained stood by the door, awaiting for the presence of the other prince and princesses of house martell to cross the threshold and find their household changed forever, they were to be told prior to entering these rooms, for they needed to prepare themselves: this was nothing that was to be a surprise, or a shock. and so, in the minutes that ticked by as she waited for someone, anyone else, to cross into the threshold of the chambers, myriam allyrion remained sat in the chair beside the bed that she once shared.

the idols of the gods she had once quietly worshipped in the chambers of her husband were the same as those that were within her own personal chambers; and she had turned them in his direction - all that was left being a veil covering a face that once radiated the sun from it. and the hymns she chanted quietly, in the ancient tongue that followed them from across the narrow sea, were ones that were meant to try and comfort him as much as her in this moment.

mors martell would be reborn, or he would have collected enough good karma to be released from the cycle of reincarnation the dornish believed in; and so, as she muttered her prayers, she thought only of his passing. to wherever he would be going next.

how had this happened? why had this happened, so soon after the death of prince nymos himself?

what struck her, was how crushingly empty the room felt. his lack of presence, his absence, was felt; despite him remaining there. she knew he was no longer here. and she wondered if he would be reborn into a another that would be able to design the greatest of palaces, of gardens, without the weight of a crown on his head. she had not realised there had been tears rolling down her cheeks as she lit the candles surrounding the idols of the seven, not until she thought of her daughter who was within the royal nursery, curled up, blissfully aware that at three years old, she had become the princess of dorne.

she would never know, nor remember, what it was to not be the princess of dorne.

as she sounds of quiet talking came from the other room, she turned her gaze over her shoulder slightly, recognising the sounds of the voices of the martell family. leaning forwards, she unclasped the anklets from her ankles, as though she did not wish to wake him with the sound of the jingling as she walked. and she closed the door quietly behind her, looking upon the faces of the family she had married into. the family that had been her own, for thirteen years.

she greeted each of them with a kiss on their cheek, and yet when it came to loreza, she found herself hesitating. looking upon her, the young girl that had looked upon her with wide eyed awe the day she had married her brother. lost a father, and now her brother. "forgive me for not being here when..." she whispered, unable to finish the sentence. when her brother had breathed his last. because all suspected how the marriage of the prince and princess of dorne had broken down, into the distance it had become.

"the gurus have been called. the granthi too." the gurus, the ones who dealt with surveying the health of the court. they who dealt with the corpses of royals. her hand rested nervously over her mouth, almost as though she were in disbelief.

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RYAN GOSLING and RACHEL MCADAMS The Notebook (2004) dir. Nick Cassavetes

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the calmness of her husband is something she has both always admired, and been baffled by. loreza is not the type to lash out either, but when she is filled with such emotions, she can certainly snap. rashid, however, does not. seemingly no matter what happens or how he is wronged, he does not. it amazes her, his ability to stay calm in the face of such an incident.

now, she and lady nyla did not always get along. for the lady is nothing like her brother, all fire and boldness. something loreza wishes she could simply admire just as she does with rashid, but something she instead finds to be rather grating.

still, what happened to her is something no woman deserves. and so when she returned in a rush, upset and even almost afraid, the princess had comforted her. because everyone deserves to be comforted after such an event, even those you may not get along with. the princess had calmed her, reassured her that justice would be sought in her name. reassured her that nothing that happened to her had been her fault.

she makes her way about the room, following her husband and then making her own way. first her earrings come off, then her bracelets. she always has a hard time shedding the wedding bangles she continues to wear, smiling as she slides them off her wrist and sets them down on a dresser. “would you like for me to join you?” she asks softly, looking at him over her shoulder for a moment.

the princess stands in front of the mirror, beginning to brush out her long hair as she listens to him speak. then he appears behind her, and she smiles at him in the reflection. “there is no need to thank me, i did what anyone would do,” she replies. what she had done was simple human decency-- something the lord toland did not have-- and something she hopes anyone would���ve done to help the lady nyla.

“no,” she shakes her head. loreza turns around to face him, placing a hand on his chest in a gesture meant to be calming, though it’s not like he needs it. maybe just something to show her affection for him, then. “it is something i’ve always admired about you, you know. your ability to not let rage consume you, so few are capable of that these days.”

who: @lorczamartell where: the private quarters of lord rashid jordayne and princess loreza martell, following the incident in which his sister nyla jordayne spoke to him of what happened with lord toland.

there was no way to describe the calm to follow a storm that never was: at least, not to the eyes of those others in the room that witnessed the facial expression of rashid jordayne change upon hearing news he knew would forever change the way dorne and history would remember and know him as. a developed level of self-discipline was not a sign of calmness, but rather a sign of hard work: work done through years of dealing with questions and matters about himself he would rather avoid, anxieties plaguing his mind regarding his calmer personality and wondering whether that would be a way in which the tor found itself at the mercy of other lords who were more poison than the calmness of the sea.

with age, and with experience and reflection, he realised his calmness and ability to see rationally was what would ensure the survival of house jordayne. and more than the survival of it.

"gods help us." he muttered, his tone more sarcastic than genuine as he crossed the threshold into their private chambers, holding the door open for his wife as she too followed in after him. as though it would always be matter after matter. he half expected to feel a numbing sense of anger the minute he was alone, and still, he did not. only a sense of calmness, knowing what would need to be done. knowing he would see it done, and lord toland would be forced to make a choice which put himself on the line rather than the entirety of his people. "our families have been fighting for dominance of the northern shores for as long as i know. always unspoken. lord toland and me have never had any direct issue or source of conflict."

still, the sound that came from him as he shut the chamber door as he crossed the threshold into their private bedchamber was one where someone was finally able to let go. the exhale was slow, steady, but ever so needed; keeping it entirely together to ensure his sister understood that she had done no wrong and that he would handle the matter was exactly what he needed to do. such was his duty as the older brother, but also as a human from one to another: where did the line draw? he did not draw the lines of the gods when it came to justice; only knew that he would strive to do what would avoid ripping open more wounds in the lands that were just healing. the lands which his wife treasured so dearly to the point she put herself forward when none other did, all those years ago.

"i will need to speak with your brother on demanding a trial by combat from the man." he spoke, looking up at loreza for a moment as she fiddled with removing her jewellery.

he wordlessly slipped off his shirt, as though it were suddenly too uncomfortable and hot for him, putting it atop a chest of drawers as he heard the sounds of his wife's anklets jingling as she too made her way around the bedchamber. they had been far from strangers upon their union, and rashid was blessed with the reality of knowing the individual he had ended up marrying: not all the small details that came only when living alongside another, but enough. those days where she was a princess and he was merely the captain of the city guard, forced to watch over her with mock irritation; he could never find it within himself to truly be vexed with her.

he had crossed the room to where she stood before a floor length mirror, helping her casually with untying the laces at the back of her blouse, the pair exchanging a reassuring look in the mirror as he did so. "thank you, for being there." it was loreza who had been with nyla when she first confessed it, and it was loreza who had remained with her until rashid came home from the festivities. "for your presence." he spoke, another hand resting on the small of her back, still maintaining her gaze. "is it bad i feel no sense of rage come over me?" he asked, his tone weary.

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♣ + myriam

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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♦ goddess amongst mortals

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cosmos: what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

"someone i am no longer friends with... hm. i suppose i wish i could speak with cedric one last time. i am not quite sure what i would want to say, but i did always enjoy our talks..."

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oh, how grateful she is to have this woman in her life. a simple i know is all she says and yet the princess knows she truly does mean that, that she truly does understand her. somehow, she always has. it felt that way even back upon their first meeting, when loreza was just a young girl.

“they did.” she giggles slightly, giddy from the memory of it. it was such a joyous day, and one she never will forget. “it was a beautiful song, too. i wish you could've heard it.”

her own gaze follows myriam's, looking fondly upon the bangles that still decorate her wrist. she isn't sure when she will take them off. actually, she isn't sure if she ever will, lest the memories go along with them. “it is, isn't it? i think a part of me has always known, or hoped rather... i wasn't sure if the day would ever truly come, though.” she continues along the path, breathing in deeply the scent of the roses. somehow, she's yet to find the scent nauseating.

“yes, we certainly can.” she wonders just how many women have been expected to fix the men they marry. had myriam? there's a sneaking suspicion that she had, and for that the princess does feel bad. “but please, tell me how you've been. how's home? the children?”

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the princess walks arm in arm with her goodsister, enjoying the views of the garden. though there remains a tension between the two kingdoms, the princess has tried her best to enjoy herself her, just as she had many moons ago now. it is still a lovely place, even if that veil of beauty has been pulled back some.

“i know, i know. but i couldn’t bear the thought of you all going without me. i had missed you all, you know.“ they had been quite close before she had left for the tor, and loreza had to take the chance to see her family. even if it meant going into the court of snakes, as she said.

“the court of snakes or married life?” she giggles, having known what it is myriam is asking but simply teasing a bit. “it is wonderful, really. i am not sure what i expected but…” she sighs and smiles. “rashid is everything i could have asked for in a husband.”

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and the words regarding missing her family resonated deeply with the woman of godsgrace, for those early months following marriage and leaving behind the place one grew up in is one of the hardest experiences for a woman. when the wedding flutes stopped and the dancing came to an end, when the wedding bangles had been slipped upon the wrist, what was often left was the slow realisation and ache of the world one once left behind. "i know." 

and they were the only words she would speak on the familiarity. she remembered loreza when she married and came to sunspear, a young girl with wide large eyes that remained ever so beautiful and optimistic of the world. and now she understood, more now than ever before. it made her feel as though she could relate closer to her sister. "i hear the people of the tor serenaded you upon your entry. their princess being one of their own." 

and there were levels of excitement within her voice. whilst marriage was difficult, she would not wish to taint it with putting thoughts in the head of the woman. if there was anything to worry about, she would have sensed it by now. she clung to loreza's arm, looking down upon her wedding bangles that a new bride was expected to wear for some months after the wedding.

"it is almost as though you should have always married him." 

and her voice was taunting, for all knew of the way in which the princess spoke to lord of the tor. perhaps their story was written, just as his house words suggested. a small smile crossed her features as the sound of anklets filled the air of highgarden's gardens, watching various figures in the distance. "the lord of the tor comes across quite mature. as though dealt with some matters independently before embarking on marriage, rather than expecting his wife to be the one to fix him. at least we can thank the gods for that." 

and she wanted to ask about children, but did not.

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the princess walks arm in arm with her goodsister, enjoying the views of the garden. though there remains a tension between the two kingdoms, the princess has tried her best to enjoy herself her, just as she had many moons ago now. it is still a lovely place, even if that veil of beauty has been pulled back some.

“i know, i know. but i couldn't bear the thought of you all going without me. i had missed you all, you know.“ they had been quite close before she had left for the tor, and loreza had to take the chance to see her family. even if it meant going into the court of snakes, as she said.

“the court of snakes or married life?” she giggles, having known what it is myriam is asking but simply teasing a bit. “it is wonderful, really. i am not sure what i expected but...” she sighs and smiles. “rashid is everything i could have asked for in a husband.”

who: @lorczamartell setting: the two women of house martell are taking a stroll through one of highgarden's many gardens, accompanied by some martell guards and other women; though there is considerable space and distance between them.

and the sounds of anklets jingling was hardly something strange or suspicious to those dornish attendents and courtiers some yards behind the two princesses of dorne; only, for it to be in such a setting as this one, where different hues of green seemed to almost attack the senses.

there was so much, too much here, almost as though nature itself had been tainted by gluttony.

"i do still think you had every right to deny the wish to accompany the court to this place. your early married days should be somewhere in peace and private, rather than the court of snakes."

and she glances sideways at her good sister beside her, who had recently entered a new phase of her life as the lady of the tor; married life was important in dorne, a family matter in itself - and whilst she never doubted loreza would be warmly accepted by the jordaynes and the tor, all of dorne had heard the songs they had sung for their new lady upon her barrat procession and arrival to the new city.

"how are you finding it, truthfully?"

and perhaps it was because she felt closer to loreza than her own sister, or perhaps because she wondered whether she had any more sisters out there, she felt a strong sense of protection over loreza. she would stand to hear anyone say anything of her, not in the reach of all places

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@lorczamartell // A Wedding Between the Moon and Sunspear’s Sun (ft the song the people are singing)

over the time skip, the ruling lord of the tor lord rashid qamar of house jordayne, took princess loreza of house martell as his wife. after five days of celebration, they were wed within the chaar daravaajon vaala mandir, the sept of four doors (as pictured in the middle picture) within the lands of the tor. there, they listened to scripture from the seven pointed star, circled the holy script seven times before finishing off their vows by throwing grains of rice into a fire together. 

the procession from the sept to the keep of the tor was met by crowds lining to see their princess, who had long been the people’s princess. during the procession, singers and musicians from the tor lined the winding bazzars filled with dancers; there was a new ruling lady within the tor, and a new guardian of the sacred sept. as the sound of flutes filled the skies, petals rained down upon the princess, as well as the mass singing of the crowds.

kesariya tera, ishq hai piya. rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun. (oh, my dear, the color of your love is saffron. if I touch it, i too become colored.)

those who paid enough attention would see her new husband walking beside the white horse the new bride remained upon, guiding it carefully by holding onto the reins. the pair laughing every now and then about something none other could hear as he lead his wife to their new home.

chanda bhi diwana hai tera jalti hai tujhse sari chakoriyan. kaajal ki siyahi se likhi hain tune jaane kitno ki love story-an (the moon too loses reality and admires you as well; i’m not sure how many love stories you’ve written with your kohl)

loreza: “rashid qamar. are you the moon they speak of?” for they knew the word qamar in itself, meant moon. rashid: “at this point, i’m waiting for them to come up with something new.” there was a slight pause, and the lord of the tor looked over at his new bride. “they’re not wrong though, are they?” 

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@shukrsabrrs

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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

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shukrsabrrs​:

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how was it he was so good at that, was the question she had asked; and it was enough for the remnants of the dornish sun to grace the features of rashid jordayne itself, sunkissed and bronze. there had been no source of hardship or trauma within his life that had resulted in him needing to know how to genuinely listen to people; even when they were not necessarily talking. 

only being blessed enough by the gods to have been born into a stable family, within stable walls, where their sense of purpose and understanding was beyond that of the title that had been bestowed upon them through birth. “it is they who have to face the princess of dorne. not the other way around.” 

and now the time had come for him to defend everything he stood for, by defending his walls, his family nd his people; it was about more than defending the title that was his, a title that had no question about it. there had been no other that had been raised with the future title of lord of the tor, none other that had developed time and planning into the tor’s agriculture, settlements and people.

lady afreen jordayne remained within the walls of the tor, within their family home; holding off, for as long as she could. there was no way in seven hells he would simply sit and await for her to do it alone. it was his responsibility. 

“and what is their to face?” he looked upon her. his words were direct, but not hurtful; they remained wrapped in that warm tone he used that seemed as though the sun itself was in it. “you think your people would look down on you for an incident with the riverlands, as though the realm is not on fire by our own?”

he was not sure whether the princess of dorne had yet heard the news of the bandits reaching the tor, and the internal takeover that had occurred. he did not want to taint this moment, in which everything seemed the very same to her after so much seemed different. how in some way or another, his presence would cross hers within these watergardens; through good times and the lowest of lows. 

he was wholly aware this could be the last time they interacted. they spoke. and still, he wanted to ensure the lingering memory was a fond one, not one painted in hues of heaviness and grief. all he needed to do was speak to the future ruling prince regarding reinforcements from house martell. 

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loreza smiles. it is kind of him to say, but the princess feels herself just as much a servant to the people. it is why they referred to her as the people’s princess, because she truly does give so much of herself to them. she wants them to see her as a strong figure, which she hasn’t been as of late. she hopes to regain that strength and face them anew.

but she can always count on him to boost her up. he always has, even when she hasn’t always felt deserving of it. loreza tries her best, but she isn’t always the best person. for instance, she had slept with the king of the reach. not one of her proudest moments, that is to be sure. 

“you are right, as usual,” she laughs slightly. always the one to knock some sense in her, and it is much appreciated. however, what he mentions about a realm on fire has her a bit confused.

“fires?” she asks, head tilted slightly. evidently, she has not been told about the problems plaguing the tor. “forgive me, rashid, but i don’t know what you’re talking about.” but now she is worried.

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truth serum: how do you feel about the prince working with tyrosh, lys, and volantis to gain a navy? and what about your new husband decidedly not working with them?

"my brother's decisions are his own, and i cannot change that." the princess fidgets slightly, twiddling her fingers. "and i am glad we are building ourselves a navy but.. perhaps they are not the best people to be aligning ourselves with. we may not share their practices, but working with them means condoning it, at the very least. i support rashid in his decisions, he knows this."

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