#varyn x helaena 02

[prodixal]

@fyrebrandd || helaena targaryen

He reaches her chambers to find guards so planted he could have sworn they were growing roots. At the refusal to let him in, he laughs for a good minute before his face turns serious and he grabs one of them by the throat while the other pushes the door open. He need not say a word, truly. A smile spreads wide as he sees her, and he bows -- taking her hand into his to place a kiss upon it. "You should know when they were all plotting war strategies I was the only one shifting the focus back to you." he shakes his head then. "No need to thank me, but I feel it is no longer a secret who my favourite Targaryen is." He brings out the rolled up herbs next, sitting himself down to her right as his eyes pass over, ensuring her well-being. "Quite an adventure you had, or so I hear." he passes the herbs for her to light and leans gently in. "You must tell me everything."

[prodixal]

He sits himself across from her, pouring a cup of wine as if he had belonged in these chambers, and it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do so. Varyn had always had an obnoxious amount of entitlement. "You know Hel, " he begins, soaking up her words like a dry sponge. A compliment was a compliment, and it was most soothing when it came from the lips of royalty. "Such a thing would mean a lot more if my competition was difficult to beat. My brother Rick is a cunt, Cersha and Cerion are harder to swallow than broken glass -- and Telessa, well, she is a little rose, isn't she? But she would hardly sit here smoking up herbs with you." when his focus is pulled to his wife, he will sigh but a smile will etch itself into his cheeks. "Oh Ashara certainly has her charms. It smells like Dornish flowers between her legs too...hence our little...marriage predicament. Very hush, I know, suppose I would have told you all about it had you not been busy with the whole...getting kidnapped situation." he says nonchalantly, though it was much too apparent he had missed her. And Hel certainly knew him enough to be able to tell. Varyn always had a soft spot for this particular princess, perhaps he would have requested marriage had he truly wanted for one. It did seem to be a thing that sort of just happened in the end. Life was full of surprises that way. "Ohhh, I see." his brows rise at the mention of lord Hightower, his eyes widening in both surprise and curiosity regarding her tone. It appeared to have been coated with a sort of interest. -- Varyn takes over the herbs, dragging a long hit in as he flips his boots off his feet, relaxing back into his chair. A laugh will escape him at her question as he looks her over. "Ha! Lord Emir certainly seemed keen to jump to your rescue. Even a battle couldn't sway his resolve." he says, then he leans forward, resting elbows on his knees as he passes back the roll. "And what should it matter to you? Have you grown fond of your knight in shining armour? Perhaps you should thank him, I am sure he would be...most glad for it."

helaena almost spilled her soup when she heard the great yelp from one of her guards stationed outside her. these men were supposed to guard her safety, what were they doing crying for help whilst she was still instead?

thus helaena sat and debated, spoonful of soup still hanging mid-air, on whether or not she should even open the door. but before she could reach a decision, came one varyn lannister. his presence alone explained the ruckus outside.

"and this is why you are also my favorite lannister, always looking out for your menacing princess!" she grinned from ear to ear. "do not tell your wife that though, i love her and she's going to take your place if she keeps on being so sweet to me. did you know she braided all of my hair? and she made it smell like dornish flowers!" she gestured at her perfectly executed braids.

and then he brought out a beautifully rolled joint of herbs. a roll of joy, helaena wanted to exclaim but she was all too choked up with happiness for words. "now this is the welcome i was hoping from you. you know me too well!"

together they lit the joint, orange sparkles flaring up at one end and helaena took a deep inhale. "oh the adventure? boring and uneventful, varyn! but i did get rescued by one lord emir hightower."

she passed the joint to him. "oh, this is some great herbs!" she intercepted her own words to comment on the well-procured product before getting back to it. perhaps she needed that dose of bravery before asking the next question. "tell me truly so i do not have to rely on court gossips: did he volunteer himself to go retrieve me?"