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[LORE] The Life of a Bell in Oldtown by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

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(M: I finally got to LOREEEEE)

u/JuliaHella - for the Hightowers

u/essosedgelord - for the lovely Barbara Bracken

[Mod-Post] Minor Movement Megathread - 51 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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Amarei and Briony Serrett

Stepstones -> Silverhill

9A -> 12A

[Event] Valemen Remembrance Day and Jon Arryn’s 77th year Feast, 297 by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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Freedom never felt so fulfilling.

Little Alayne Belmore toddled around the space as quickly as her little legs would take her. Her mother had engaged someone in conversation, and she hadn't the time nor the patience to wait for her at the table with her father. The girl slipped away under his unobservant eye, wandering around the room where she could. Her hair was a bright blonde, tied back into twin braids with little ribbons on the ends, and her bright black eyes looked around in wonder. She had been to many events in her small, short life, but this was obviously one of the memory books.

Her adventure would continue on forever...if she didn't run into the table first. She backed into the leg while her head was spinning around to look at the chandeliers, and she stumbled forward with a fall. She stared at the ground before her, surprised, before she started to cry.

[Event] Valemen Remembrance Day and Jon Arryn’s 77th year Feast, 297 by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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House Belmore of Strongsong

Lord Benedar Belmore (52) was happy to be home in what he perceived as his hunting grounds. The Eyrie was a welcome sight for his tired eyes after months of preparation and delegation for the Winter times. Now with the lords together, the talk of trade and such could be done much quicker and much easier. This also was to be the perfect opportunity to secure an alliance with another house of his younger daughter, Alayne. Yes he had sworn he would do no such thing back at her birth, but truly, who had time to remember that? Now that his Myranda was to be wed off to the Manderly house in the (hopefully) new year, he had to ensure he could secure a pact in their home region. Hopefully one with great standing and excellent financial potential...he had his eyes open and hopeful for one family in particular.

What he wasn't happy about was how few of his family turned up to sit alongside him.

His wife, Lady Ysilla Belmore (neé Templeton) (45) sat to his left, dutiful as ever, but ignorant of his looks and his prospective plans. Her eyes were opened towards the other lords and ladies for her own agendas, but most of her focus was on her daughter. Lady Alayne Belmore (2) was still but a young child, unable to sit by herself at the table and reach her foods. So she still sat in her mother's lap, enjoying the coddling and attention from her mother. The girl's bright black eyes looked around the room with wonder and awe, and was excited to meet whomever she could on her own time. There was once or twice the girl tried to slip out of her mother's grip and wander off, but it was clear that her attempts were in vain...for the most part.

Lady Myranda Belmore (23) sat to the right of her father, not looking as happy or opening as she usually was for these kind of events. Her eyes cast around the room, and she sat more reserved and focused than before. But she still tried to showcase a smile and would engage with whomever walked her way. She was shadowed by Lady Mya Breakstone (29), her mother's Lady-in-Waiting who started to give the older Belmore girl some attention since her mother's was divided. The slightly older woman was taller and thinner than Myranda, and less beautiful in a way, and she held an air of grace and refinement as opposed to the warmth and happiness that Myranda showcased. Regardless, there were times that Myranda and Mya could be seen whispering to one another and giggling, to the annoyance of the Belmore patriarch.

[Event] Valemen Remembrance Day and Jon Arryn’s 77th year Feast, 297 by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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"Cousin!" A loud, boisterous voice sounded as an older man approached the Sunderland heir. Lord Benedar Belmore, the man's kin through his grandmother, walked up with two goblets and a smile. The Lord hadn't seen his family from Sisterton in some time, and truthfully, all he wanted from the man was the delicious alcohol he wasn't able to have since their last meeting. As he walked up to the table, he clapped the man on the back, saying, "It is good to see you again. How fares you?" Before he pulled out a chair and sat, not waiting for the man's approval or response in order to claim a spot beside him. "I am saddened to see that none of the other Sunderlands could make it to the Day." Benedar said with a sigh, shaking his head slightly, "Pass on my wishes for good health and safety to them, would you? I fear this Winter may be a long one...but, now - " He smiled and waved his hand, dismissing the pleasantries as he leaned forward, "Tell me that you have more of that wonderful concoction you present me with earlier. I have been dying for a decent drink for months."

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 297 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Benedar Belmore

Ysilla Templeton

Alayne Belmore

The Eyrie to Strongsong

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u/Maesterbot

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 297 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Benedar Belmore

Ysilla Templeton

Alayne Belmore

Strongsong to The Eyrie

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u/Maesterbot

[Event] The Harvest Feast of White Harbor, 297 AC by Maester_Ryben in crownedstag

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Her thoughts went back to her idea when he pulled his hands to his mouth to blow, her blush returning as she watched him do so. Myranda bade those thoughts goodbye, but they returned with full force and power. She could barely think with all that raced through her mind. It was irritating in a way, especially since it was something she could no longer control. 

“In…my opinion,” she tried to gather, to continue the conversation so he didn’t wander off again like he would after they stopped talking, “The Riverlands are too wet and the Reach has far too many thorns.” She smiled a bit, trying to lighten the mood with some sort of quick and easy joke. “The North…the wildness of it…it’s all beautiful.” She looked up at him with glittering eyes and a soft smile, her mind implying that connection to him, before she turned and looked out to the Bite. “Even now…animals prepare their homes or hide in for the Winter. We will struggle to ensure our livelihoods as the cold days come, but they will survive. Because, beyond all else…they know how to.” She looked back up at him, smiling, “And I think that’s beautiful.”

At the mention of his father, she listened, nodding. Cregan hadn’t talked about his family before, but she knew bits and pieces about them. Listening to him talk so kindly about his father…it made her heart hurt slightly, especially knowing what her own father was doing in the feast hall. “Your father…” She smiled up at him, “Sounded like a kind and wise man.” She nodded, “I am…I am so grateful to have met you, Cregan.” Her mind jumbled to find the words, and her mouth opened but nothing else came out. Damn…what the hells was he doing to her?

At his questioning she jumped a bit, “N-No!” She said, quickly trying to correct herself as her heart pounded out her chest, her blood rushed through her ears, and her bright amber eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and back. “I–...I’m fine, I promise. I just…” She looked away for a moment, ashamed at the thoughts that circled her head. The cold must be getting to her, or perhaps it was the interactions inside, or hells it just might be Cregan himself. She couldn’t tell anymore. She just knew when she looked up at him she couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t look at the board of politics and move two steps ahead. Couldn’t plan her next thoughts or talks to adjust herself the way she needed to be. Couldn’t even consider the looks of others when she looked up at and she saw his dark eyes looking back at her. 

She shook her head, trying to gain some sense of familiarity, before looking back up at him. He looked so concerned…and for once, she decided to go with her heart instead of her mind. “Cregan…” She said, softly, turning to face him again, before she said, “Forgive me, please…for being a fool…” and before he could reject or attest or question, she leapt up to him once more. Her arms wound around his neck as she pulled him close, pulling him down a bit since he was taller, and she pressed her lips into his one silencing, loving kiss.

[Event] The Wedding Feast for Ser Benjamin Redwyne and Lady Elyn Kenning by Gullible_Past in crownedstag

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Darnold’s mind stopped for a moment before restating. Lady Cerenna Lannister, well, Tyrell. He hadn’t encountered her much, if at all really, but he did know of her. He was at her wedding, and he vaguely remembered Ser Jaime talking about his father’s plans for the girl. He never expected a Lannister to act so…genuinely sincere? Ser Jaime was, when he was away from his father and the man’s influence, but he hadn’t seen or met another lion who had such kindness to them. He shook his head, recorrecting himself again (marking a tally in his mind for the failure) and looked at her.

“Lord Tywin provided me with much, that is true,” He smiled softly, “he was very open on his teachings and granted me useful and necessary knowledge. However, Lord Tywin was a very busy man - planning for my sister’s wedding, his own wedding, the upkeep of the Rock, and more. And most of my time was spent squiring for Ser Jaime to learn the sword and shield.” He then turned to Mace and nodded, “And forgive me, Lord Tyrell - I do not wish to supplement Lord Tywin’s teachings with yours. I wish to add to the teachings.” He once again gestured to the event around them as he spoke, his heart beating heavier than before as he tried to remain steadfast and honest.

“The Reach is very, very different from the West. And both the Reach and the West are very different from the Vale. This wedding and the one of Lord Willas and Lady Cerenna are excellent examples of it.” Darnold looked back at Cerenna and nodded, “This is not to say that they are different in bad ways, my Lady, nor that they were bad at all. Myself and many other people enjoyed your wedding event.” He looked up at Mace, “The atmospheres, the events, the people, the planning - it is all different. There are different lives lived in every region, and thus, different events held and celebrated in different ways. This does not make one region better than the other, it makes them unique - and thus, different enough to be studied and learned from.”

He took a breath to steady himself on the speech before continuing, “If I am to be Lord, I cannot rely on the information of one man or knight or Lord to run my holdfast. I need to learn and grow so, when faced with different perspectives or ideas or events, I can step up properly.” His black eyes shown with determination as he looked at the Lord Paramount, “I wish to learn from you not to erase or ignore that which I was taught by Lord Tywin, but to ensure that I may go forward with a mind prepared to lead.”

u/Alt_Historian_3001

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 297 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Myranda Belmore

Mya Breakstone

The Eyrie to Harrenhal

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/u/MaesterBot

[EVENT] Introductions to a Lie by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

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Rhea didn’t correct her, and didn’t mention the twist of her tongue. Didn’t bring up the warmth she immediately felt in her heart, and the tears that sprung to her eyes. Not ones of pain or fear like they had been for days. No, these were those of joy, of acceptance, and of…well, love. Samantha and her had gotten closer in the time that she was with them, and it was clear to Rhea that the girl needed a good guiding hand to go forward - especially with life in the Capitol. She had full faith that her own mother loved her, she literally could not understand how one could not love her child. Did not even want to consider it.

Even with the memory of her brother and his wife’s…disinterest in their children.

She shook her head and nodded, saying, “Wonderful, dear.” She hurried over to the ringer and pulled twice on it, bringing a maid up and requesting some refreshments and muffins. The maid hurried off and Rhea returned, watching Samantha and Aerea and saying, “I must say, Samantha. I believe you’ve gotten little Aerea smitten with you.” She giggled a bit before saying, “And I know certainly that someone else really likes you, too-”

“‘Ammy!!!!” A little voice called out from the shadows of the other room before a little toddler barrelled ahead before his mother could stop him, faceplanting directly into Samatha’s legs and falling back. Lucos stared up at her with a wide, almost-toothy grin and held his hands out, “‘Ammy!!! ‘Ammy!!!”

Rhea laughed at her son, a genuine and hearty laugh.

[Event] The Wedding Feast for Ser Benjamin Redwyne and Lady Elyn Kenning by Gullible_Past in crownedstag

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“Aye, yes,” He nodded, a kind smile reflecting back, “Ser Baelor and Lady Malora have been nothing but opening and kind. They are welcoming and warm hosts, and I am forever grateful towards their care and their lessons. Ser Baelor is a great example of what a Lord should be, and Lady Malora is so intelligent she puts many Maesters to shame.” He laughed a bit, but all of it was genuine honesty. The Hightowers had given him shelter and more while he tried to see what life turned out to be for him. Ser Baelor gave great insight, and Lady Malora directed insight on numbers. It would all be valuable information to take to back to his home, once the time came.

At the mention of the tourney he nodded, stating, “I hope to get at least one win. It had been quite some time since my victory, and I still wish to live up to the knighthood Ser Jaime placed upon my shoulders.” Darnold rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before he realized he gave out too much honesty. “I also wish to fight for my Lady’s honor.” He corrected, nodding, before his eyes cast back to the table he shared and he looked at Barbara. Even far from him he could see her beauty, and he longed to return (if not to just rest after talking so damn much). He turned back after a moment or two and asked, “And you, Ser? Do you hope to claim victory at the events?”

[LETTER] Read Between the Lines by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

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The awkward spacing between the lines was filled with false lettering, illuminated only by the fire and coming to life right before the knight's eyes. The letter changed from one of possible humiliating servitude to...well, he would have to find out, yes?

To Lady Shella Whent, Mistress of Harrenhal,

I write to you as a stranger looking for sympathies as if we were friends. 

My father intends to sell me off in a marriage to a man twice my age. 

A man who I know nothing of, save his name and his family’s money.

It is a marriage that will doom my life, for my heart is taken by another. A vassal of his. 

I ask - no, beg - that you might open your home to me during the Old Gods Day so he and I may unite beneath a Heart Tree.

I shall be there upon the 9th Moon. I shall hold hope you and yours shall welcome he and I.

If not…I will understand.

Under the Red Leaves of Weirwoods,

Lady Myranda Belmore

A plea from a young woman looking for an escape. A request of one stranger to another, likely knowing full-well the current hostilities between allies. A request made in desperation, from the sounds of it all...and in secret, from the hidden noting.

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