#❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . * ⋆

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed ( @reignrbs )

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a fountain in the briar maze

emira  knew  she  should  likely  be  in  the  halls  welcoming  people  ,  but  she  was  far  too  curious  to  see  who  would  be  the  most  entranced  by  the  briar  maze  she'd  memorized  ages  ago.  when  she  hears  the  shuffling  of  feet  the  lady  pushes  up  to  stand  ,  smiling  at  the  newcomer  to  the  space.  "  i  regret  to  inform  you  that  you've  come  to  a  dead  end.  "  it  wasn't  truly  ,  there  was  a  hidden  passage  behind  an  overgrowth  of  bushes.  but  it  required  a  key  ,  one  emira  would  not  be  sharing.  "  but  if  you  go  back  out  and  turn  right  you'll  find  a  beautiful  stretch  of  briars  that  lead  to  the  back  gardens.  "

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : @ruinovs ( ferah tyrell ) 

"  and  just  how  many  of  those  have  you  had  ?  "  emira  teases  as  she  looks  across  the  table  at  her  youngest  sister.  the  smile  on  her  lips  makes  it  clear  that  she  is  not  judging  ferah  ,  but  instead  trying  to  continue  the  lightness  she's  felt  since  leaving  the  maze.  her  interactions  there  threatened  to  ruin  the  smile  ,  but  the  rose  wished  to  remain  in  bright  spirits  for  as  long  as  possible.

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❛ —𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋  . * ⋆

❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋  . * ⋆ , ❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . * ⋆

❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋  . * ⋆ , ❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . * ⋆

❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋  . * ⋆ , ❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . *, ❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 . * ⋆

❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋  . * ⋆ , ❛ — 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ✧ 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 . * ⋆

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emira's  eyebrow  cocked  ,  she  imagined  sees  and  mazes  to  be  entirely  different  but  would  not  be  commenting  as  such.  "  the  maze  bests  many.  "  she  says  instead.  but  her  polite  tone  fades  a  hair  at  the  next  words  offered  ,  and  emira  immediately  decides  she  will  not  entertain  this  conversation  for  long.  "  well  then  ,  lady  baratheon  ,  please  don't  allow  me  to  keep  you  from  finding  more  dead  ends.  "  drawls  the  tyrell  ,  not  playing  the  game  of  petty  name  calling  and  childish  behavior.  this  was  her  home  ,  she  would  not  let  one's  rude  behavior  influence  her  day.  "  oh  ,  and  i  hope  you  brought  snacks  ,  that  walk  i  suggested  ?  quite  a  long  way  ,  not  one  i  suggest  when  on  an  empty  stomach.  "

highgarden had been an idyllic place to gather, aravis unable to deny the romantic influence that surrounded her at every turn. an abundance of lush gardens and floral scents that ambushed her mercilessly. or perhaps, lady baratheon was simply in good mood since her arrival. previously spotted on the arm of lord lukas harlaw until the pair chose to part and explore on their own terms. aravis currently stuck in a maze, determined to see herself out in the same manner she came. “I can navigate the seas but this is what keeps me.” huffed the ponytailed brunette when informed she had reached a dead end. “well it's no fun if you tell me how I'm supposed to do this. although, I suppose some gratitude is to be expected. oh guardian of the maze.” quipped lady baratheon with a courtesy. the gesture far from sincere. aravis cranky when she didn't get her way or hungry. the moment a combination of the two.

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emira  has  quite  a  few  thoughts  drift  through  her  mind  at  the  sight  of  yeongjun.  but  she  doesn't  say  any  of  them  ,  yet  to  even  see  melina  and  question  what  letters  did  not  share.  it  did  not  surprise  her  to  find  him  venturing  into  the  maze  ,  she  didn't  question  when  anyone's  curiosity  got  the  better  of  them.  "  telling  wouldn't  be  very  fair  ,  now  would  it  ?  "  she  responds  with  a  playful  grin.  emira  would  never  tell  ,  and  in  truth  while  she  may  know  the  maze  back  and  forth  ,  she's  never  counted.  then  it  would  become  debatable  on  what  seemed  like  a  dead  end  but  was  not  ,  and  what  truly  lead  nowhere.

upon  arriving  in  highgarden,  yeongjun  hadn't  been  interested  i n making  pleasantries  with  the  nobility. his  mood  hadn't  change d much  the  past  few  months,  distance  between  himself  and  his  father  ever  growing. as  soon  as  the  moment  they  had  stepped  within  the  confines  of  the  castle,  he  had  wandered  off  without  a  look  back  to  his  family. hands  in  his  pockets  as  he  began  to  wander  the  maze,  stopping  and  looking  up  when  her  voice  reaches  his  ears. "  how  many  dead  ends  are  there  ?  "  he  asks,  eyes  passing  over  the  walls  rather  than  the  lady  in  front  of  him.

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a  small  smirk  graces  her  lips  at  the  response  ,  and  emira  nearly  pokes  holes  in  that  statement.  but  the  glance  from  cregan  has  her  choosing  other  words.  "  then  i  suppose  you  have  also  failed  at  that.  "  she  chooses  ominously.  emira  is  uncertain  she  will  share  the  knowledge  of  the  passage.  it  does  not  lead  anywhere  other  than  back  halls  of  highgarden  ,  but  remained  a  secret  for  fun.  a  true  smile  is  offered  at  his  question  ,  and  emira  gestures  to  the  fountain.  "  this  is  my  favorite  fountain  of  all  the  maze  ,  the  first  i  found  when  i  was  a  child  and  dared  to  venture  this  far.  "  she  doesn't  mind  sharing  ,  it's  a  harmless  story.

" perhaps a dead end was what i was in search of , " cregan offers in explanation , though it is not fully the truth . really , he had been in search of a moment to himself — well , himself and moonface , who trails him as he strolls , sitting quietly on her haunches as he pauses to speak to the lady tyrell . he smiles at emira in a way that begs her compliance with his fib , though not wholeheartedly . a shrug of his shoulders before he speaks again . " what business do you have in a dead end , my lady ? if you do not mind my asking . "

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emira  pulls  a  slow  breath  into  her  lungs  ,  reminding  herself  that  she  is  not  the  spitfire  of  a  child  she  used  to  be.  it  takes  a  great  deal  of  control  not  to  snap  at  the  ruling  lord  ,  blame  him  for  his  sibling's  poor  behavior.  logic  tickles  the  back  of  her  mind  that  how  could  one  possible  control  another  ,  but  emotion  and  insult  on  behalf  of  her  brother  drown  it  out.  "  none  needed  ,  the  mazes  are  open  for  all  to  explore  at  their  own  desire.  "  she  says  delicately.  "  you've  ventured  quite  far  ,  lord  tully.  many  are  not  brave  enough  to  do  so.  "  many  were  foolish  ,  though  unlike  his  sibling's  behavior  ,  she  does  not  insult  the  ruling  lord.

it was not the lush greenery he was used to in the riverlands, but bryn did not hate highgarden. the briar maze was an extra boost of mental work on his walk that made him feel even more productive as he walked through it. finding the lady tyrell, he hides the shame he feels with a small smile. ❝ apologies, i didn't expect to find anyone out this far. ❞ there is much more to apologize to her family for, but bryn would prefer it more formal than a random bumping into.

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a  laugh  rolls  from  emira  as  she  looks  at  cemal.  "  perhaps  have  a  talk  with  your  betrothed  first  ,  brother  dear.  "  she  chimes  before  picking  up  one  of  the  pastries.  having  all  in  highgarden  was  taxing  ,  but  at  least  they  were  home.  she  could  sleep  in  her  own  bed  ,  disappear  to  her  favorite  places  ,  and  best  of  all  spend  time  in  her  studio.  "  i've  never  even  met  him  ,  but  who  am  i  to  turn  down  a  favor  ?  "  even  if  the  lord  had  lost  ,  thus  removing  her  chances  of  being  crowned  the  queen  of  love  and  beauty.  emira  wished  for  the  title  dearly  ,  clinging  to  the  few  times  she'd  flirted  her  way  into  it  in  the  past.

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        ❝  do  i  need  to  have  a talk with this lord chyttering? ❞   asked as he put a plate of pastries he'd gotten from the markets down on the table between them. protectiveness toward all of his sisters had only increased after their house had suffered another loss, even if cemal wasn't the best at showing it, even now there was a teasing tone to his voice. but all it'd take was one word from his twin and his loss in the tournament wouldn't be the lord's only concern.

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emira  doesn't  understand  why  cemal  has  done  this  for  so  long  ,  allowed  himself  and  their  house  to  be  the  butt  of  a  joke  that  the  lady  tully  happily  exclaims.  she  wished  it  would  end  ,  certain  that  it  had  to  be  annoying  their  eldest  sister.  "  you'll  be  lucky  if  saadet  doesn't  break  the  arrangement  from  that  public  statement.  "  she  replies.  emira  is  not  their  sister  ,  all  she  can  do  is  imagine  what  her  own  choices  would  be.  "  how  is  this  so  enjoyable  to  you  ?  "  adds  she.  emira  is  no  stranger  to  a  good  game  ,  but  this  seems  tiring  and  grueling  more  than  fun.  "  quite  sad  indeed  ,  i  shall  have  to  flirt  with  more  knights  next  time.  "  she  says  it  dismissively  ,  a  passive  comment  because  she  knows  how  much  her  brother  hates  it.

        he  chuckled,  knowing  he'd  walked  right  into that retort. the truth of his relationship with the tully unhidden from his twin but after their display at the joust it was a focus of whispers.   ❝ it would be amusing to see how she digs their hole deeper. ❞ cem leaned back in his chair. it was easier pretending that their home wasn't filled with guests when he wasn't surrounded by them.   ❝ very gracious of you, sister. it's a shame your kindness shan't be rewarded with the title of queen of love and beauty. ❞ despite his grin, his words weren't entirely in jest. ideally it would've been a tyrell given that title; this was their home, and their tourney.