#. ˚ ◞ ✧ cerenna lannister › thread .

[talestold-a]

closed starter for daegon drumm on day two, @wylldfyres.

at least with the influx of visitors, cerenna could use the crowds to her advantage. she had been thinking about a myriad of concerns and needed to unwind away from her home. the lady sat surrounded by others in a tavern she'd never bothered to visit before, only one true intention on her mind. holding up coin for the barkeep, she's given a small bottle of wine off the shelf. without hesitation or a second thought, renna tilts the bottle upwards and holds as such. a moment later she lets out a short gasp, followed by a hiccup, as the bottle lands back on the wood surface. cerenna looks up to spot someone looking her way just in time. " oh, shut up, " she hisses, shaking her head at the man. " because i fully plan to finish this. "

[crvwnfought]

with  cerenna  lannister    /    @dicmcnds​ where:   the great hall when:   after his conversations with nymeria and tommen.

        it  took  all  his  strength  not  to cower like a kicked dog under the weight of sharp eyes following him as he moved through the room. he had rebuilt himself before; he could do it once more - or so he hoped. his sister’s and also his friend’s words rang in his ear, giving him a temporary rush of confidence that allowed him to approach the lady, one he viewed as a possible ally given his friendship with her brother. hopefully he wasn’t mistaken for he doubted he could handle another public embarrassment.        ❝  lady cerenna.  ❞        he bowed.        ❝  if your dance card is not already full, would you do me the honor of joining me for this dance?  ❞

[chvshire]

who: @dicmcnds​ ( cerenna lannister ) 

where: new valyria 

the news of exploit of the arryns was astounding to the youngest lannister. over the amount of historical books that she read, she knew of the many attempts on the targaryen dynasty. however, it made her wonder if her pride would be next. the thought of something to her family caused her heart to swell at the thought of losing the ones nearest to her. lapses in judgement seemed to dwindle as she rubbed her eyes, lelia had spent another night of uninterrupted reading throught the many hours of night. she stifled a yawn once again, looking up as she felt somebody approaching her. “sister, what has awoken you this early?”, she asked her elder sister.

[talestold-a]

closed starter for drystan baratheon on day three, @gcldenblades.

" are you having fun, drystan ? " she questions in greeting, offering a small smile. cerenna adores her cousins and genuinely wants them to enjoy themselves in casterly rock. " remind me to show you the hall of heroes if you have not already been... i predict that will be a favorite, " though not ever given much thought, cerenna figured she couldn't stay in casterly rock forever - even if residing there presently and forever more was quite the temptation. she did want to marry and rule over a house, but renna would be damned if that was riverrun. " are you competing in any of the events ? "

[talestold-a]

closed starter for argella baratheon on evening of day 2, @dvnastics.

there is no love reserved for house baratheon or the extensions in which they marry into, though cerenna knows now is not the time to hiss and claw at those she dislikes. she has been humbled, in a sense, with her betrothal and the anger that threatens to lash out is kept at bay for the time being. for now, she will be a dutiful lady of house lannister and be cordial to those within their home... if only she could pick and choose like the king. the biggest test comes when she spots argella, always a tinge of envy combined with uncertainty at the eldest princess. " good evening, princess argella, " she offers in greeting yet refuses to stand from her seat. " how fortunate we are to be hosting the royal household within the rock. " cerenna grins with sincerity yet her voice drips with sarcasm.

[talestold-a]

closed starter for joanna lannister in-between events, @cordoleo.

there is something quite terrifying about getting what you wish for when it is twisted and changed from the original vision. cerenna had thought that her eventual betrothal would be of her choosing, that her betrothed would be either in love or obsessed with her... but aysia was quite the opposite of that. as frustrating and embarrassing as it is to not be desired, she could hardly blame the liege tully when renna suspected they were in a similar situation of a lack of choice. the person she blames is her aunt and though she knows it would be unwise to outright deny the betrothal, cerenna would rather run home to her mothers than entertain the idea of a hopeless marriage. had their month together only made her company undesirable ? she takes a deep breath before she enters the room and curtsies before her aunt. " your grace, i hope the rock is as you remember. i have missed it these past few weeks... "

[talestold-a]

closed starter for cassia upcliff on day one, @milkhoncys.

perhaps it is the feeling of having strangers lurking within one's home that puts her on edge, perhaps it is news of her betrothal - or perhaps she finds it silly to be seeking treasure during celebrations in which she should be congratulating her mother, not the entirety of westeros on their keen observation skills. regardless of reasoning, she holds the clue tightly in her hand with irritation, not caring about what impression is to be had on lady cassia. knowing casterly rock and lannisport like the back of her hand will only be an advantage to winning... and there is certainly some fun in success. " no doubt it is talking about the gardens, " cerenna says, not knowing any other green sanctuary. " i know where it is referring to, but would you like to figure it out, my lady ? "

[talestold-a]

closed starter for willem lannister, @milkhoncys.

cerenna thanks the gods everyday that their house of casterly rock is lacking of masculinity. however, if she were to have a brother, she figures willem would be well enough - they already share the lannister name. she wastes no time in catching up to willem's pace, hand snaking around his bicep. " my lord, i saw you shall be participating in the joust... who's favor will you have ? " a simple curiosity with the intent of gossiping behind the corner.

[crvwnfought]

with  cerenna  lannister    /    @dicmcnds​ where:   the garden mazes.

       her  arm  was  linked  with  her dear cousin’s as they walked through the maze, on the hunt like the lionesses they were, but their prey took the form of promised prizes that alicent hoped shan’t disappoint. the king had promised that no expense has been spared; it would be quite embarrassing if the prizes hidden about the gardens are nothing special. perhaps they might find some jewels. or even trinkets from essos - that is where their queen-to-be unfortunately hailed from. however, there was another interest that wouldn’t quiet within her mind.        ❝  while i’m excited to find the hidden treasures, i must admit i had an ulterior motive for asking you to accompany me.  ❞        the mask she normally wore slipped. a devious glint entered dark eyes.        ❝  it’s been far too long since we last talked. you must tell me all the gossip you’ve heard in that time!  ❞

[talestold-a]

closed starter for isao serrett, @thcrnedhearts.

she exits the large lannister tent and begins pacing through the rows of westerlands houses without much on her mind. purple eyes dart back and forth, in search of something to sink her teeth into without much consequence - and that's when she spots lord serrett. " afternoon, my lord, " cerenna curtsies and peers up at him through long lashes, the approval of others much more needed than she knows. " i heard you were competing in the melee and the joust and wished to grant you luck aloud, though i doubt you shall need it. "

[talestold-a]

closed starter for jocelyn lannister, @xlannisterlionessx.

she sits in silence, alone, a brush combing through her hair as candles burn around her in the lannister tent. cerenna has always needed moments to herself and with the massive influx of guests, the crowds have her stomach in knots - not of anxiety, but irritation. she nearly snaps at whichever sibling has disturbed her peace but when her gaze sets upon jocelyn, her features soften. if not for her own exhaustion, she would rise and hug the woman. " evening, mother, " she greets with a smile. " i had to retire early so i could stand a chance to hear my own thoughts... are you well ? "