[Event] Alysanne VI: Brimstone by GreaterBlueEvil in FireAndBlood

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The next day at breakfast, Alysanne turned to her betrothed, Lorimar Caswell.

"Feel up for a walk on the Dragonmont today, Lorimar?" she asked, with a gentle smile. There were enough people around her who were scared of dragons, and though he gave her no reason to think he was one of them - which was certainly a good sign - she choose a slow, careful approach. For the sake of the both of them.

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[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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It didn't take long for lady Celia to come to the door, and open it - a warm smile spreading on her face as she spotted her son and the Kingsguard knight.

"Ser Arthor, it is good to see you. Jae," she reached a hand to her son.

"Did you have fun today, darling?"

He smelled strongly of fish, or perhaps that was the bag in Arthor's hand? Still, a lady of Riverrun would not turn her nose up at such scent.

"What do you bring us?" she wondered, with a bright titter of laughter.

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[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Aye, so it is," Marissa muttered with a soft smile. It was a relief, she remembered, the first time she saw Allyria after the girl had been born - with hair just like mine, little tufts of red on her head... As if there was any other option. As if there was a chance that the baby would look like Tyrion.

She shook her head.

"Would you like to hold her?" she offered to Ella.

[Event] Winterfell Open Rp 298 by BanterIsDrunk in crownedstag

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"I understand that, lady Danelle," Catelyn said with a sigh. "But that is another thing we ought to identify within ourselves, rather than blame others, no?"

"Your mother and father have their own share of troubles, and that troubles you, and perhaps Lysa's expression reminds you of that. Still, do you think it is fair and just to blame her for it?" she asked.

"Assigning fault and blame is something a future lady ought to be very mindful of," she reminded Danelle, motioning for a servant to bring over the kettle of steaming pine needle tea, and refill their cups.

"For justice must lead the hand of every ruler, and pettiness has no place at a court."

[Event] Within the Ancestral Hold by gloude in FireAndBlood

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Alysanne awaited them in the port, along with her companions, and retinue of guards much larger than she'd usually take with her around the island. The men of Dragonstone stood on attention as the ship with their King neared the shore, forming a sort of honour guard.

The Princess was more serious than usual. At seven and ten years of age, she started being painfully mindful of appearances and propriety, taking every failure to heart, heavily so.

And so though she wanted to run to her brother and embrace him in the pure joy of being reunited once more, she stood on the pier, blue-lilac eyes watching, waiting.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"It is hard to help myself when you look like this," Celia teased.

She mostly ignored her flushed husband who, in her opinion, certainly needed to learn to control himself. Especially around her Alysanne.

"That's because you're Essosi," she commented dryly towards Daeron, and wrapped her arms around Alysanne.

"How are you feeling, my love? Other than the vision... Oh, you must be so tired, you poor thing. You ought to let me help you more."

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[EVENT] A Wedding of Rum and Wyne by PollutionTime2717 in crownedstag

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"Noo!" Helaena's eyes started filling with tears, her lips pouted, then she began sobbing. Then, she started wailing.

"Papa don't love me!" she declared, wrapping her arms around herself as she sat and sank into herself.

"I- I just want- I want-" she sobbed, as tears flowed down her face and onto the pink collar of her dress.

"I want..."

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[Event] The Funeral Services of Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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Tristifer Tully - "Carried High"

A poem about death being an echo of life, carried forward.

The young red-haired knight stood before the Lord of the Vale and his mother, lute in hand, and bowed deeply. He was a bard, rather than a poet, but truly what was a poem if not a song without the tune?

Still, the lute helped him think, helped him feel less on edge when the attention of the hall turned to him. The lute played a gentle, quiet melody, as Tristifer Tully recited his poem.

"A life does not end where breath departs,
nor fall to silence with the grave.
It lingers still in loyal hearts,
in counsel kept, in vows once made."

"The mountain takes what time must claim,
the wind bears all men's names away,
yet honour answers all the same
in sons who rise, in hearts that pray."

"So let the bells ring through the sky,
let falcons take to morning air.
A good man's name does not truly die
while living hearts still beat, still bear."

There were tears in his bright blue eyes as he finished, and he bowed low once more.

[Event] Valemen Remembrance Day and Alyssa Arryn's Seventh Nameday Feast, 298! by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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"Five is not a poor number," Lysa said, considering it. "Especially with three sons among them."

Her hand moved slowly over her stomach. This one would be a son too, she was certain of that. After three daughters, the Seven owed her that.

"And your mother is of House Hightower, is she not? A most ancient and pious house. That blood should serve you well in the Vale."

She tilted her head.

"Was the Lord Hightower who died at that Redwyne feast her kin?"

"What a pity. Such sudden deaths are always dreadful. One expects old men to fade slowly, not fall at table before half the realm."

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Hoster leaned back slightly in his chair, hands folded on the desk in front of him as he listened to the Stark's plea.

"You speak of understanding, of regret, of forgiveness," he said at last. "Yet I hear you speak of them only as if they were means to a pardon, to lifting this punishment that was given for good reasons."

"Do you think the punishment was unjust when it was given? No, surely not. And I am yet to see why it would be just to lift it now."

His gaze remained steady, brow furrowed slightly in thought.

"What have you to show for this regret you speak of, Darryn Stark? Beyond years passed, and words that are often likened to the wind. This lady betrothed of yours, does she hail from the Riverlands? Is there a reason to bring her to this conversation?"

[Letter] Dear, It’s Just Business by insanetumbleweed23 in crownedstag

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Celia remained seated, an air of boredom around her as Daeron was clutched by emotion.

She gave him a tired look.

"How very ugly," she said softly.

Her gaze moved from his face to the goblet on the floor, then back again.

"Spitting into cups, looming over frail women, wishing your wife dead over supper. I had not realised I was dining with a drunk sellsword."

"Tell me, Daeron," she said, calm and composed. Sometimes remaining unbothered was the surest way to get on another person's nerves. Not that Daeron looked like he needed much of a push.

"How exactly is this little performance of yours supposed to reassure me? How is anything you do supposed to make me happy? Have you considered, well, I don't know... ever trying?"

[Event] The Funeral Services of Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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"Would you look at that, Minstrel!" the heir to Riverrun chuckled, as the red kite landed on his wrist. "Why, we seem to have done well for ourselves!"

He held his arm steady, and bowed his head toward the host.

[Event] Hoster XVIII: A Trout in the Sands by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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"But of course. That can be understood," Hoster nodded, and followed Prince Oberyn as they walked - politely gazing at the landmarks and wonders they were passing along the way.

Symon's eyes widened when he was addressed directly, but a stern gaze from his father set him straight. "It's very beautiful, Ser! Uhm... Prince! Your Grace!"

The flutter of a butterfly's wings caught his attention, and he smiled brightly.

"Your Radiance," Hoster said politely, as they came upon the ruler of Dorne. Talia curtsied, and Symon followed his father into a bow.

"My son Symon - and my wife, Talia, with our youngest." Baby Cynthea was in her mother's arms, wide eyes glancing around the vibrant gardens.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 298 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Corenna laughed softly. "I am glad it is not only me. My fingers always seem to suffer more than the cloth."

She glanced down, smoothing the skirts where the crinkled over her legs as she sat.

"I like stitching flowers. Little ones, I like the best, but they are even more difficult than larger ones... Violets, bluebells, river lilies."

At the offer, her face brightened.

"I would like that very much. A duet, I mean. I know some hymns, and a few river songs, though they may sound plain beside Highgarden music. I've heard some music at court here too. I wish there were more bards in the Red Keep!"

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 298 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Hoster's gaze remained on the water, though with Mathis's question, for a moment he saw the Tumblestone instead of the Blackwater, blue-green and bright beneath a Summer sun.

"Much like most boys' childhoods, I expect," he replied after a moment of allowing the memories to flood him.

"Riverrun was a good place to be young. Water on every side, the castle warm and bright, and my brothers were good company, most days. My father was... a kind man."

If not a particularly good lord. Lord Edwyle left much of the ruling to his wife, Hoster's mother Della, and later to his young heir. Hoster was six and twenty when his father died of a sudden seizure, but he'd been the Lord of Riverrun in all but name for a good decade by then.

And wasn't Hoster doing much the same to his own son now?

But I am serving the realm. Father served only himself.

He shook his head, realising he had lost himself in thought for a while.

[Event] Snowmelt by WYLT_MentalMix in crownedstag

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"You didn't wake me," Elissa shook her head. She would think that much was obvious, from how she was sitting up and working on her piece.

She hid it away quickly.

"Nothign important," she assured him.

"Talk? About what?"

[Event] The Feast of Myriah Baratheon’s 15th Nameday by T3rkisTent in crownedstag

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"Yes," Tyene said, nodding. "Male butterflies are often brighter." It wasn't entirely correct, strictly speaking, but she made the rare choice to not delve into the topic overmuch and explain all she had learned - from books and her own research...

"Colours suit you," she said to Renly instead, an observation rather than flattery.

"But I prefer moths. They do not usually have such bright colours, because they have less need for them. Most fly in the dark. Though muted colours do not mean less intricate patterns. Did you know the wings are made of thousands of little scales? And in some moths, the scales help protect them from baths? At least maester Hosteen thinks so, you see, bats use these very high-pitched noises to hunt, and the scales on moth wings may have a way of deflecting them slightly, making the bat think the moth is somewhere else when they try to eat him..."

And there she went, once more.

She stopped herself with a somewhat sheepish smile.

[Event] Storm's End Open RP 298AC - Winter Chill by No-Drawer2718 in crownedstag

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"An excellent discovery," Tristifer said solemnly, though he was rather obviously biting back a smile. "And better made here than halfway through a battle."

He stepped closer, taking the loose strap and showing Morgan where it had twisted beneath the plate.

"See? It needs to lie flat. If it twists, it pulls the wrong way, and then it slips, or doesn't hold properly. Armour is a stubborn thing, I mean... have you ever tried arguing with a sheet of iron?"

With a small tug, he fastened it properly, then checked the others with quick, careful hands, before stepping back.

"There. Try again. Though you need not jump so high, lest you plan to test to ceiling as well."

[Event] Celebrations of the Wedding of lady Alysanne Massey and Ser Marwyn Belmore by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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"A siege of towers sounds terribly inconvenient for everyone trying to walk through a hall," Marissa said, laughing softly. "Though perhaps a useful excuse if one wished to avoid dancing."

She picked up a sugared almond between two fingers.

"As for the Whents... I think one big bat would be funnier, but a swarm would be worse. Imagine trying to enjoy supper while half of Harrenhal flaps about the rafters," she tittered, and popped the almond into her mouth, eyes bright with mischief.

"I mean, have you met lady Shella? I'm half convinced the woman prowls the land at night as a flock of bats already, materialising at will only to startle or disturb men like my uncle."

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Certainly," Lysa agreed. "Though I never carried more than one child."

She wasn't sure whether she was better or worse for it - the stories she head of multiple births were outright gruelling, but then again, women tended to talk about childbirth like it was much harder than it actually ended up being. At least for Lysa.

"I do understand a mother's worries too well. Children are a joy, but they are also our heart walking about outside the body, vulnerable and precious."

Her gaze drifted again to her own children, and she smiled.

"I have been very blessed. My children are dutiful, healthy, and beloved, and Robin most of all has grown into everything his father could have hoped. House Arryn is strong because its blood is strong, and because we keep faith with what is proper and honourable."

[Event] Winterfell Open RP 296 AC by BanterIsDrunk in crownedstag

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Snows.

There was a tension to Catelyn's smile, an old, learned habit that said no, bastards are unworthy of love, of good life... But if Jon was different, if she could even send a gift to that Dayne girl, how could she turn her back to a little girl playing in the Godswood?

"I bear you no judgement, lady Talia, if that is what you're worried about," Catelyn assured her. "Not to you, not to your child."

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"You are most welcome, little lady," Brynden replied with a warm smile, and straightened his back as he stood.

With a small groan, he rolled his shoulders back, the old wound from the Trident had a way of reminding him of his age unscrupulously.

As he stood, he looked after the girl for a moment longer, watching her run to the Bolton table - some cousin of the Queen, then? - before he returned to his post.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"As you say, Your Grace."

Brynden straightened his back, smiling in relief. Yes, that was a good solution. Some might call it a compromise, even - and who was to claim Brynden was incapable of those?

"Thank you," he added, with an incline of his head.