#* ⧼ prose ⧽ — 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍.
“ do you have a kerchief ? ” sailed across the seas , looked pillagers in the face without fear only to fall to the copious amounts of flowers around them . the burning of her eyes hadn't ceased since she had first approached the reach , vision blurred and nose red with the strain of pollen . “ it will be returned in pristine condition , washed and all . i think i will spend my time here half able to see , and looking as if i am close to crying each moment . ”
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“ i do not see why the children should have all the fun . we have been relegated to watching the jesters rather than searching for treats in the gardens and apple picking — surely as long as we leave enough for the children , we could indulge as well . ” twinkle in cool blue gaze as velaryon leaned over one of the fountains , mental count of the apples available for giggling children that ran past . “ there are four and ten of them . i believe that if we were to take two of them it would not missed and the kids would have more than enough to brag about in their games . ”
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goblets clinked light against the surface of the table as baela placed them , carafe to follow shortly with an attendant . “ there now . i believe it time to speak of more positive things , yes ? ” grief yet to cease its pull on her heart , distance of souls originally one marked by siblings finding foot in different paths ── demise overshadowed by a switch of brides . baela preferred not to speak of either . “ now , i have given you something stronger than the wine in the carafe . do be warned as i will not accept blame for your inebriation should it come to it . ”
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“ are you feeling alright ? you look very flushed , sylaisha . ” baela attributed it to the heat of highgarden , a beautiful day for the start of the festivities of the tourney . after fans and water had been given by one of the attendants and her friend continued to look sick , however , worry overtook her . if not for events past that brought their realm to its knees and left fear in its wake , velaryon would not offer the next words . ice hues looked over greyjoy again , quick wave to bring another attendant and fan by their sides . “ would you like me to send word to the maesters , then to dalton ? ”
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“ dalton . ” icy hues trail over lord heir greyjoy in search of anything looking to be amiss — before baela has turned back to her rum , offering another goblet to him . “ i am glad to see that you do not look singed , though , i must confess i am more concerned as to where our wife is . ” teasing nature of their friendship ebbs and flows as the current though baela is tired ; halfhearted in her joke as she presses her chin into the palm of her hand . “ i did not see any names of your kin on the list of those hurt or to be remembered . have you both fared well ? ”
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“ are you done with this foolishness ? ” deflection of own role in state they were in now , previous forenight once marked with sweet words never to be repeated in the light turned rapidly to insults hurled . on her side only . recollection of events skewed to ignore her misplaced anger towards victarion's refusal to participate in argument until he had — picked , picked , picked at until she had gotten the reaction she wanted . kept in her peripheral for much of the evening and approached upon him leaving to get some sort of refreshment . she should have maintained wide berth of space as they had been in silent agreement upon yet .
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tempest knew of her own rage , akin to the heat of sparked lightning capable of violence rivaling storms told in caution amongst sailors . the dagareon family endured enough humiliation and embarrassment in wake of the stolen wedding — baela had repeated as a mantra . yet ten years had not made the heart fond , absence ignored until faced with the only she had ever loved . heart screaming to question , for peace lead skirts swishing across the stones of the red keep up to the prince . in days time he would be gone and there would be no hope for the closure she sought out , only opportunity to think of the missed occasion to confront who once had held her life in his hands had he just spoken the word . “ kusa . ” had whispered affection into his skin and lips too much to revert to titles now , though impassive tone would suggest otherwise . “ i wish to speak with you . alone . ” added after sharp gaze turned to others about .
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