#glory.start

[1thr0nez]

OPEN STARTER. location : the streets. who : ruling lord elras qorgyle of sandstone.

the lord preferred observing over participating - a habit he had learnt from years of fending for himself. his eyes would dart across the room noting every movement and every expression, it was a game of sorts. as he walked through the streets while the festivities continued, elras observed all of them. if he was to be smart he'd grasp the opportunity to gain a few friends in powerful positions such as his own, but he wouldn't risk making a drunken fool of himself in the process. he watched as a particularly drunk lord swayed across the street with a drink in his hand and a subtle smirk came to rest on the lords lips as he stopped and spoke to the person next to him. " where do you imagine he will end up? in a bush or with the pigs? "

[ofsteelnfyre]

location: the  street  of  spring who : open

burst  of  the  bright  pungent  juices  of  the  pomegranate  cover  her  tongue.  she  had  not  thought  the  westerosies  would  have  the  fruit  of  this  caliber  for  the  taking.  though  the  princess  surmises  this  is  the  ruling  family's  attempt  to  ─ ─   if  not  appease,  charm  all  those  who  come  far  and  wide.  surely  it  was  not  done  for  her  or  her  ilk's  benefit.  she  heard  of  the  stories,  of  the  lions  running  the  dragon  out.  it  always  seemed  odd ─   why  had  the  dragons  not  burned  the  lions?  undoubtedly  they  would  not  withstand  the  fire.   patience,  for  she  was  born  into  the  games  and  to  show  you  hand  too  soon─   was  quite  literally  life  or  death.  but  she  was  not  raised  to  covet  the  throne  of  iron  molded  by  dragon  fire.  her  home  was  lys  -  still,  those  who  supported  her  raised her,  trained  her  assured  her  that  building  relations  with  her  kin  from  the  west  was  important.   this  remained  to  be  seen.  for  now,  she  sent  her  servants  to  the  red  keep  to  prepare  her  quarters  while  she  meandered  the  open  market-  feasting  on  the  proffered  ripen fruits.  "  i  heard  the  poor  filled  the  streets  here,"  she  offers,  her  accent  thick  placing  another  gold  coin  in  a  merchant's  hand  as  she  pops  a  sweet  fig  into  her  mouth; humming softly as the sweet flesh of the fruit melts against her tongue. a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.  "  ─  where  do  you  think  they hidden  them  all. 

[lionsrcar]

" what in seven hells are you doing ? get rid of the pink carnations and go get the red ones i asked for. " sylvia glared down the servant that had brought the flowers into the room , watching in pure judgement as they left to meet her request. even before she was hand of the king , being a princess had always granted her a great amount of sway throughout the land. in her eyes , she was owed as much. sipping wine from her teacup , she turned her attention back to her company. " it is truly so difficult to find good help these days. "

[normvlise]

“      have   you   placed   your   bets   upon   anyone   yet,      my   liege?      ”      pearly   white   teeth   serve   a   contrast   against   rosy   lips,      curiousity   mixed   with   amusement   placing   a   smile   across   her   features.      “       surely   there   must   be   one   favoured   above   all   others   to   win.      ”

[veinsbled]

——    the  hunt. ——    open.

        𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄  will  be  left,  with  all  the  noise  the  group  is  making  trudging  through  the  kingswood.  not  that  it  really  matters,  she  supposes  ——  she  cannot  claim  to  know  tyron  lannister,  but  if  he's  a  king  like  every  other,  he'll  want  everyone  here  to  leave  the  real  trophy  of  the  day  for  him. it's  too  humid  for  her  liking.  an  hour  in,  and  she's  already  miserable.  every  moment  or  two,  she  has  to  reach  behind  her  head  to  free  her  braid  from  where  it's  snagged  on  the  bow  slung  across  her  back.  that  is  what  distracts  her  (  looking  down  when  she  should  be  looking  up  )  when  someone  ahead  of  her  shoulders  a  branch  out  of  their  way,  and  it  comes  whipping  back  for  her.  her  hand  shoots  up  to  catch  it,  and  almost  does.  but  not  before  it  stings  across  her  face,  hard  enough  to  make  her  hiss  out  a  breath  as  her  eyes  water.  slender  fingers  raise  to  her  cheek,  tracing  across  the  smarting  skin.  it  will  soon  swell  into  a  welt,  she  knows,  and  before  she  can  put  a  rein  on  it  her  temper  frays.  "  fool !  "  she  snaps.  "  are  you  blind  or  deaf  to  not  know  i'm  behind  you ?  "

[midnghtspecial]

it  really  is  beautiful  ,  they  think  .  tales  of  highgarden's  magnificence  ,  of  course  ,  found  their  way  to  the  stormlands  but  to  behold  it  with  one's  eyes  is  something  glorious  .  they  watch  with  those  wide  ,  staring  eyes  as  the  lannister's  flaunt  with  indignity  ,  oblivious  to  the  pain  burning  a  hole  in  ariyana's  chest  ,  to  the  effort  it  took  to  make  it  here  in  one  piece  .  "  what  a  time  for  celebration  ,  "  they  note  towards  their  companion  as  they  walk  the  gardens  ,  prettiness  masking  the  terror  of  this  place  ,  these  people  .  "  i  was  hesitant  to  make  the  journey  ,  i  admit  .  however  to  feel  the  sun  upon  my  skin  is  a  celebration  in  itself  .  "

[scltblood]

Spring had come, and Vaella found themselves in the Red Keep for the first time in many years. They expected little of the event as a whole; it was an excuse for excess and for the Lannisters to show the wealth that had made their house what it was. That the King sought a new bride was also not a surprise. He would need a heir eventually, and no doubt he would find another from the Baratheons. They had, after all, provided so much in the past, including the power to overthrow the long-held Targaryen dynasty and enact a new rule in Westeros. That same new reign meant the Velaryons had little chance of regaining what power they once had, even as their wealth expanded and their fleet grew again. 

But the arrival of the Targaryens- now THIS was interesting. With a poorly concealed smile, Vaella watched as they marched beneath the three headed dragon, both the Targaryens known and those that came from Lys, seemingly out of rumor and myth. A goblet of the finest Arbor gold was in their hand and they watched the light catch it. 

It had been many years since the crown had been taken, and yet they all gathered here as if they were friends. How delicious. Perhaps nothing would come of this, that all posturing would prove to simply be that and the Lannisters would hold the Irone Throne for longer and longer, until the Targaryen rulers were only the faintest memories. Or perhaps the Iron Throne would receive a fresh infusion of swords, taken from fallen enemies, and once more there would be dragon banners flown from the towers.

One could not discount the other houses either, all those players in the game that Vaella relished so much. Though the Velaryons were loyal to the Targaryens, Vaella personally was also pragmatic. Let them see where the dice fell, and then decisions could be made. 

For now, they laughed at the thought and took another draught of wine. Let the feasting begin. 

[abxdement]

the sun was shining and the sky was a bright shade of blue that seemed to invoke nostalgia. it was a lovely day for a walk through highgarden. some would see the easy choice as being through the lush gardens, with the ever present floral smell. this walk though would find someone near the stables to overhear a conversation between a lady and a kingsguard. “oh please ser, it’s not terribly out of the way,” she pleaded, gesturing with one hand to the map held by her other. “milady, i take orders from their majesties, and while i have allowed you, your,” he paused, his eyes wrinkled as he smiled jovially down at the stubborn lady, “excursions in king’s landing. this is one i cannot bend to. i’m sure you understand.” “of course i do. i apologize i would hate to get you in any sort of trouble. you have been a good friend to me ser, i will take my leave. i must return to her grace.” daella curtsied quickly, folding up her map. she walks off with a slight stomp in her step, while she respects his decision and would hardly try to question it or pull rank, she still really wanted to go. alas she would have to see the citadel another day. and it’s not like they would let her in anyways… maesters and their rules.

daella ever lost in her thoughts, not paying attention when she accidentally slammed into someone. nonsensical apologies spewed from her mouth as she stumbled up to her feet, finally able to take a look at her unwitting victim.

[dllparts-blog]

( OPEN &SNAPCHAT )

DLLPARTS: guess who’s still waiting for his coffee? DLLPARTS: and i already had two slices of cheesecake. i’m going for the whole cake if it’s not coming any sooner.

[1thr0nez]

OPEN. location : the royal feast. who : anron tully.

tucking into a piece of bread while he stood next to the table, anron had made it clear he showed no signs of staying, he was only there to enjoy the food. he did however intend to linger long enough to ensure his sisters wouldn't be pushed in front of the king unless they wanted to be. he disagreed with the idea of marrying for anything other than love - an opinion he'd made quite clear to those around him, his own behaviour reflected such decisions too. feeling eyes on him he finished chewing the food in his mouth and then looked up to the person in front of him. " yes? " a brow raised on his expression, waiting for the other to speak. " i was hungry and i don't intend to stay for long. "

[ofsteelnfyre]

location: the hunt with: open

alannys  stifled  a  yawn,  fidgeting  slightly  while  mildly  interested  in  the  trays  of  meat  and  drink  being  served,  she  was  ready  to  get  things  underway.   she  couldn't  help  but  shift  slightly  in  her  saddle.  "  i  was  hoping  for  fresh  air  but  it  would  seem  the  organizers  are  taking  their  sweet  time."  alannys  had  not  been  planning  to  join  the  hunt.  it  was  meant  to  be  a  spectacle,  one  that  she  didn't  want  to  be  a  part  of⸻ but  the  other  part  of  her  was  drawn  to  it  like  a  moth  to  a  flame⸻  and  perhaps  the  knowledge  that  a  certain  someone  would  be  there  was  some  motivation.  her  dark  eyes  regarded the  visage that  trotted up  next  to  her.   "  any  word  on  when  we  shall  start? " 

[lionsrcar]

" then i hit him like bam ! " she demonstrated throwing her fist forward like she was right back on the docks of pyke , fighting with a pirate who hadn't realized who she was . it had been both insulting and entirely amusing to her when he had , practically buzzing for any excuse to get into a fight. " and then i heard his nose crack and he bled like a pig. you should have seen the pain in his eyes , it was grand. " she grins , leaning back on the table she's perched on top of. calloused hands reached for her cup of ale , tipping her head back and guzzling down the liquid until her cup was drained , thumb wiping a stray trickle of the liquid from the corner of her mouth. " got any stories of your own to share? "

[normvlise]

“      do   you   intend   to   participate   in   any   of   the   tournaments,      my   liege   ?      ”      dragon-lord   offers   over   his   shoulder,      glancing   down   from   the   balconies   to   the   practicing   archers.      “       i've   found   so   few   are   brave   enough   to   step   up   to   the   tourney   lines.     ”

[veinsbled]

——        the  tourney  grounds . ——        open .

        𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐌𝐀𝐍  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓  full  of  trinkets  and  coins  and  candies  stops  before  him  ——  a  gathering  of  simple  little  things  to  divide  amongst  the  children  who  play  games  amid  the  larger  tourney.  for  a  heartbeat,  he  considers  sending  the  man  away  with  nothing.  the  gods  know  he  isn't  carrying  any  sweets  or  toys  or  little  trinkets  ;  too  much  gold  has  been  spent  on  this  celebration  anyway.  but  is  he  not  a  lion  of  the  rock,  richer  than  the  heavens  as  far  as  the  man  with  the  basket  is  concerned ?  a  smile  limned  with  weariness  washes  over  criston's  features.  he  plucks  a  ring  from  his  finger  ——  a  gold  band  studded  with  rubies  ——  and  tosses  it  into  the  basket.  a  lord  who  doesn't  carry  a  coinpurse  because  he's  never  has  use  for  one,  not  a  lord  who  is  beggared. (  he  does  not  remember  where  the  ring  came  from,  anyway.  not  his  mother's,  not  a  gift  from  his  sister  nor  his  mistress  ...  he  will  not  miss  it.  ) as  the  man  with  the  basket  trails  to another guest,  criston's  eyes  skim  away  and  fall  upon  another.  "  come  to  watch  the  games,  or  to  join  them,  my  liege ?  "  he  asks.  his  brows  raise  just  a  little.  "  or  to  gamble,  perhaps ?  "

[hollowbrcvery-blog]

A PLEASANT smile lined the former queen’s lips, but her hands were clenched tightly, nails biting into her skin. she was growing tired of the act, answering the endless onslaught of questions from the gathered nobility, reassuring them that everything was just fine, nothing to concern yourself over when they all knew she was lying through her teeth. “will you excuse me for a moment?” she said, cutting off the person she had been speaking to, rising from the table hurriedly and entering into another, presumably empty, room. her eyelids fluttered closed as she rested her head against the cool wall, savouring the brief moment of solitude before a sound broke the peacefulness.

[midnghtspecial]

she  is  tired  from  the  journey  ,  but  selsa's  eyes  are  sharp  .  it  feels  tenuous  somehow  ,  and  she  wonders  how  her  cousins  are  faring  amidst  all  these  eyes  upon  them  .  she  has  always  felt  an  outsider  amongst  the  lannisters  —  a  harsh  snow  against  their  golden  suns  .  she  feels  it  even  more so  now  ,  to  be  around  family  and  faces  she  should  be  running  to  with  joy  but  ,  as  ever  ,  selsa  sticks  to  the  shadows  .  "  it  is  strange  to  hear  so  many  familiar  names  ,  to  see  faces  i  knew  once  in  childhood  now  grown  into  adulthood  .  "  she  muses  ,  her  head  tilted  as  she  people  watches  .