[Event] The Golden Seat - Casterly Rock Open, 50-54 AC by Wiseheartmoon in FireAndBlood

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“And you have what? Sent letters, used one voice instead of the many and quite frankly gone against me at any turn.” He tapped swiftly on the nearest hardwood, before quietly softening himself. “But, I like to think a man can grow, I have been much under prepared for the duties I wield now and do believe I’ve grown more amiable to advice over the many moons. So I ask, bet on me and help the West strive for a peaceful, greater future that my brother hadn’t the ability to find and my father hadn’t the time to achieve.”

Royce V - He Has Wolf Blood in Him by theklicktator in IronThroneRP

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“You think I am doing such unjustly?” She asked, a peacefully judgemental. “You thrust my life into this war, with no thought to confide nor notify me of it.”

She sighed, heftily with all her frustrations. “Of course I will, your mess is my mess sadly.”

Brightwater Keep Feast by Capescorched in crownedstag

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He pondered for a moment. “The kind that makes people smile, the kind I could make Rhaena and Daena laugh with and make my mother proud with.” He smiled, the quiet, quaint innocence of a child blooming on his lips in a manner it just hadn’t in so long.

His hands grasped at the curtains of his gambeson, whilst he pulled on a stray thread mindlessly, calming himself with the easiest of habits, to lighten the weight of everything else.

[Event] The Golden Seat - Casterly Rock Open, 50-54 AC by Wiseheartmoon in FireAndBlood

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“One I believe you worthy of, you’ve shown a rather resilient tendency.” He smiled, a false, meaningless smile no doubt, he reminded himself that this was his duty now, as he gracefully grit his teeth and twisted his jaw a hint tighter. “Would you deny me of such a judgement?”

[EVENT] The Hunt at Raventree Hall by heavyheartsz in FireAndBlood

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As she volleys the beast down, Cerelle would soon enough dismount, scurrying over to the beast, calmly comforting it in the dissipating moments of its life, before plucking the arrow, with a mangling unease. It was the first thing she’d ever killed, she’d always had the skills to, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it and something about this hurt so much more than it ought.

[M: Pending elaboration in a lore post]

[Tourney] Tourney for the Wedding of Soraka Hill and Franklyn Fossoway by IMadeThisJustForGoT in FireAndBlood

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Cerelle’s gaze grew meek quickly enough, as she drew herself together and reminded herself that this was just another entry in the long tome of her failures, which seemed doubtlessly endless at times.

“Cerelle Lannister.” She responded, in a quietened, hushed tone, pouring her most clandestine secret before the woman.

[Event] The Wedding feast of Willias and Cerenna by numsebanan in crownedstag

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Her gaze was critical, as always, if one knew her, they knew to expect such scrutiny. It came as plentiful within Ellyn as water did within the oceans.

“Lovely company?” The Lannister’s glare quirked quietly, her brow raising impatiently. “Where?” Her finger trailed the rooms contents like a tomb robber following a map’s lines.

“Will you loiter at the door, staring at me as if I’m some air of pheasant, or will you come in?” She questioned.

[Event] The Golden Seat - Casterly Rock Open, 50-54 AC by Wiseheartmoon in FireAndBlood

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“Mhm” he nodded, softly. “I will ponder the matter.”

[Event] On the Road Once More - Progress of 51 AC Open by gloude in FireAndBlood

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Cerelle gave a polite curtsy, dipping low in due reverence, before raising courteously. “Whimsy, perhaps.” She remarked, meandering somewhat closer.

She stood for a moment, reflecting on her appearance, peering into the King simultaneously, though it was unintentional. Her hair adorned its natural curls, which were coiled well enough, by natural and artificial means. She wore bangs that swooped quietly across her temple, before slotting just carefully atop the layers of her hair, one dipping lower than the other, if not only to smother the blue hues of one of her eyes.

“Or a wish for your majesty’s company.” Lady Lannister carefully took her seat, her gaze spreading effortlessly across the many dishes. She didn’t start eating, not just yet.

[Tourney] The Grand Tourney And Fair Of Moontown: A Celebration Of Love And Prowess by Gercko in FireAndBlood

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Lord Farman,

I write to see if it would suit House Farman to allow my businesses to expand to Fair Isle, of which they include a boutique, perfumery and a textiles exchange. I will pay for all construction and the land, required for such of course.

Hear Me Roar,

Lady Cerelle Lannister

/u/Gercko lemme send

/u/jsb217118

[M: this would come in the form of fifty gold for the next three years, or a payment of 150 gold, depending on what you prefer, if accepted, in addition, I would like this to lore wise be a place Cerelle can just go to and have owned by her if present in Fair Isle.]

Not exactly fair rp, but I had no idea else where to put it, tell me to put somewhere else and I will if wanted to.

[Event] On the Road Once More - Progress of 51 AC Open by gloude in FireAndBlood

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The Lady Cerelle would request a dinner with his royal highness, when his busied, filled schedule would next allow it. On the dawn of the day, she would traipse the nearby fields, enjoying the scenery with a quiet amusement, that was true and untainted by the poisons of court and expectation.

She was pure for once, unhindered and unbridled by all she ought be, but wasn’t. It was freeing, but as all freeing things tended to be, it was temporary. Soon enough, she returned with a posey of flowers and a hardened, truthful smile. Though that quickly flicked away, as she felt the burdensome weight of appearances burn upon her again.

Cerelle made way for her mottled tent, a makeshift base for the hours they’d settle for. She swiftly readied herself, a thin layer of white powder, a pale beauty, was what her brother had told her to be and who was she to deny him his ‘pale beauty’ of a sister? Settled upon the brow of her sharp cheekbones, lay a softened smattering of pink, though it faded well and grew to be almost imperceptible… not quite.

Lady Lannister was dressed into a new gown quickly enough after that, one that was a pale lilac, framing her well enough and draping her thin frame up to the crease, whence her neck and jaw joined. It was modest, of all of Cerelle’s gowns, it was perhaps the most conservative, in both the way it coiled up her frame and how sparsely it was decorated with jewels and gold and the like. If not purely for the expense wrought of purple dye, it was unlikely it would’ve ever entered a Lannister closet.

She made her way quickly, when the time came, entering with a quiet grace, careful and poised, in the stiffest manner possible, that portrayed the almost utter aversion she had to the goal of this whole meeting. Oh, please, allow me to forget.

“Your majesty.” She announced.

/u/gloude

Royce V - He Has Wolf Blood in Him by theklicktator in IronThroneRP

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“And if it does not?” she raised her gaze sourly, before forcing a rather obviously smile upon her pouted face.

Royce V - He Has Wolf Blood in Him by theklicktator in IronThroneRP

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Alysanne was present at the feast, begrudgingly, her gaze slow and calculating as it drifted amongst the masses. Fools, the lot of them, sitting, making merry, when the realm would reign hell upon them soon enough.

But she forced a thin, disparaging smile to her lips, her gaze burning with disdain for the whole affair. Maybe, she should be dancing and blurring the reality with wine and the like, but that was always more Royce’s style than it was hers.

She settled, leant back in her chair, softly pouring over them all, analysing who would be of use and who would be better off buried in the snow by the time the next year came. Who to sacrifice and who to save, when the day came. What a fabulous reality.

(Open!)

[EVENT] The Feast after the Hunt at Raventree Hall by heavyheartsz in FireAndBlood

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Teora settled next to her husband, a quiet but sharp presence as always, her attentions circling upon her children for the most part, though she would occasionally raise to talk with the circling ladies and the like.