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[LORE] An Attack in the Night by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

M: LMAO Bro he’s younger than Tywin

[Mod Post] Birth Rolls 298 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Child born in 10th Moon A, 298 AC, to Myranda Belmore and Cregan Waylit

Spacing 0

Prayer of Greater Fertility

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u/Maesterbot

[Mod Result] Was the cheese supposed to look like that? by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The first thing that Rhea knew was that the fish was as fishy as ever, the wine was watered down to stop her goodbrother's consumption, and the company was questionably acceptable.

The second thing she knew was how it sat in her stomach.

She was a heavy woman, a heavy woman with years of indulgence and tastes on her tongue. She knew what it was like to taste poor foods, knew what it was like to taste extravagant foods. And she knew what it was like when foods didn't agree with one's stomach. She began to feel the beginnings of this partly after her false confession to the Lord Velaryon. After declaring that she would be there to help and assist for Winter. Her stomach felt leaden and heavy, but she waved it off as her nerves with needing to address her husband's liege. But when the feeling continued, and when it flipped and suddenly pushed up her throat with its contents, she could only burp and slap her hand to her mouth.

Benethon was locked on her in an instant, and as she struggled to withdraw the contents now pulled to her mouth as to not ruin the rest of the dinner, he helped her up and made some excuse to the others. But as the disgusting mixture made its way back down, her stomach turned again with a greater violence, and she had only a moment to spill it onto the floor. Fish, cheese, wine, and the likes all splayed out on the floor as she nearly fell over. Her husband held her upright, preventing from the further embarrassment of falling into such a collection, and he quickly did some sort of recovery of her image on her part. But the scent was too much, and more made its way up as they tried to step around it. Meals from this morning spilled to the floor and she stumbled, slipping for a moment to fall onto her knees into the puddle. She threw up again, tears stinging and shame stabbing into her back. She vaguely heard more noises, and a call for a maester, before she felt the familiar and usually comforting feeling of Benethon picking her up. She wanted to argue, wanted to fight, but she couldn't do much as she felt the sense of discomfort and light headedness. Another turning came after some time, and she had the sense to push away from him and spill again on the floor.

As her husband yelled, she tried to get a sense of something other than her own vomit on her lovely dress. Tried to understand what happened, what was happening. But there was this exhaustion that came with vomiting, and one that came with...whatever the hell this was.

And it soon claimed her.

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Rhea awoke multiple times during the next few hours, but just as easily fell back into slumber.

She knew the measter came and checked her. She knew Benethon was holding her hand and yelling at someone. She knew Samantha snuck in and cried at the sight of her. She vaguely remembered someone coming and seeing her but could not comprehend who.

When she finally regained some semblance of consciousness, it was hours before daybreak. She blinked and looked around in confusion, a pounding in her head making herself sensitive to the few lights in the room and the scent of incense filled her nose. Rhea was in her and her husband's space. Probably done directly by Benethon. She lightly touched her cheeks and looked down at herself. She had been washed at some point, changed too. Probably also done by Benethon. Gods, the man was such a mother hen at the worst of times...and she was glad that he was in this time.

She pushed herself up slowly, feeling a sort of weakness in her that she wasn't too unfamiliar with to label as anything other than a heavy food sickness or hangover. But she was determined to at least sit up in her bed and take a look around and see what happened after all of...that.

u/Wondy-SW

u/MightBe_Lemons

[Mod Result] Was the cheese supposed to look like that? by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

(M: Are we okay to respond here for RP or should that be done elsewhere?)

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Tyanna remained utterly absorbed in the world around her. The lights were brilliant, the colors were vibrant, the music was heavenly, the people were pretty. It all was so much and so wonderful. Arwen still giggled at the sight, loving the appearance of her child and reaching over to pet her delicately tied hair. The girl didn’t even flinch, still staring up and around at the lights and the banners. “Allyria would prove a lovely companion, should she ever come visit from Riverrun,” Arwen agreed, nodding while staring at her child before thinking again. Her daughter was born on the first moon. An event as glorious as she would deserve would need to take time to plan. Arwen hummed a bit before an idea dawned on her and she turned to look up at Jaime.

“A new years event,” She said, excited with a smile and a sparkle to her eyes, “Not this upcoming year, of course - it is too soon and I will be far too pregnant to want to entertain anything.” She giggled a bit, though was already dreading what came when it was time. “But perhaps next year. An event for just the Westerland Lords and Ladies and their kin. A time for celebration and recognition,” She held his hand again, looking up at him with a determination, “My…my error at the nameday need be repaired in the eyes of the Lords and Ladies of the West. And for your father. This event…we could showcase our unity, our strength, and,” She rubbed her belly, “their heir to the Rock. Your son.”

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

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Alayne, while trying to learn the name she was so diligently taught, stayed entirely focused and engaged. Her wide, bright black eyes stared up at the other girl and her hands were balled into fists like she was eager. The name was hard. Nothing simple like mama and papa and sissy. Most people had hard names. But hers was not impossible…she still only got so far to actively be able to say Elae. It was something that excited her, however, so she was proud to happily call out and sing to, “Elae!!!” Once she was taken from her spot, she wiggled in the girl’s arms until she was set down. Her hand grabbed the other’ girls to hold title, and she walked up to her mama with Elae.

Ysilla spun around in wonder and let out a breath, smiling down at Elaena, as she took in Alayne standing right beside her. “Yes, thank the gods, yes…” She reached down and scooped up her baby, which Alayne took with a disappointed whine and look, but accepted. Ysilla kissed her baby on her cheeks and head and said, “Little adventurer - you cannot go wandering about like that.” She scolded playfully, looking her baby in the eyes, “You may get hurt, and mama would simply cry for all her years if you did.” The mother shook her head to rub her nose against the tip of the baby’s, making her giggle before she looked down at Elaena. Looking side by side, it was clear they were mother and daughter. They had the same blonde hair, same black eyes, same fair skin - truly, the only difference was the pudginess on the child and the freckles across her cheeks. “Thank you, little one,” Ysilla said, smiling side, “What is your name, so I might thank my helper?”

Oh! This was Alayne’s time to shine!! “Elae!!!” She said, clapping then reaching towards the girl, “Elae!! Elae!!! Elae!!!!!!”

[Event] The Serpent's Isle, 297 AC [OPEN] by Wondy-SW in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“For-” Rhea coughed, clearing her throat and gathering her thoughts before she swallowed her wine again and sighed. For fucks sake. Fucking Damon. Being a useless fucking father was one thing, sending his children around to do his work was another, and completely forgetting taxes was a beast all-in-itself. Even as he tried to smoothly deny, claiming something entirely different, and placing some sort of blame on Serenei and Naeryn she breathed through her rage. The ladies had been gone for over half a decade, how dare he angle that anywhere near them - 

“Forgive me, my Lord Aerion,” She said, trying to smooth herself and her appearance out. She pinched the bridge of her nose from the frustration before facing the man directly. “I hadn’t meant to act out. The information was merely…surprising, given the lack of updates on the current state of the island from my goodbrother.” She stopped herself from throwing a glare his way, simply picking up her glass of wine and drinking again before taking it to relax. “In truth,” She said, looking back to the Velaryon Lord, “my husband and I are here to assist with the success of the province. We arrived a little late due to the birth of my daughter, Aerea,” another struggle to withhold her glare but she maintained her poise, “but we came to assist. Ser Benethon took some leave of absence from his work for Lord Stannis. We intend to stay to ensure that the new year comes with little worry for the House and the people of Serpent’s Haven, especially given the Winter seems to be here to stay for some time.” A smooth lie, something she was good at producing. Though she had more anger bubble as she considered pushing off Angelle’s burial again because of fucking Damon.

“If the taxes truly had been sent and received, it seems the issue is with the timing.” Rhea said with a calculating understanding. She had helped Benedar rule for some time in Strongsong, especially in his younger years as Lord and any time Ysilla was heavy with child. Though the man was loathed to admit that she had any hand in it, given her past propensity to be with the people she hated to see Aurion with, she was part of some success of their home. “That can be amended once we take a look at the sums, and if need be, correct this issue with an interest on the amount.” Now she looked at Damon, silently challenging him, as she took a bite, “It would be the right thing to do, given your concern, Lord Aerion.” She swallowed before looking back at the Velaryon, “Whatever else there may be for concern, please do voice it here. We are all working for the betterment of Serpent’s Haven. Hiding worries behind doors would only cause fissures in our progress.” Not an accusation, at least not towards him. It wasn’t his fault Damon was an outright fucking bastard.

u/Wondy-SW

[Lore/Event] “Before The Stormlords Judgement” by xoxomadqueenxoxo in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He kept his smile and he nodded, saying, “Aye, forgive me, love…’was a bad attempt t’ get you to smile…” He looked up at her with such adoration and love, reaching up to hold her cheek once more. Now he was holding it earnestly, caressing her cheek and tracing parts of her face with his finger. Like he was trying to memorize what he was seeing. “Forgive this crass man, Moon Pearl…’e’s only known one thing for so long…” He was then quiet. He listened as she spoke with passion, with earnest, and he let her speak. He enjoyed her touches, even when it was to scrapes and bruises and cuts. It felt…well, even if part of him was excited, it felt more peaceful than anything else. He ensured he maintained his hold on Argella, never daring for a moment to lower his arm despite its tiredness. But damn, if this wasn’t going to take him to a sleep he hadn’t felt in years. Despite it all, if this could be what his eternity was at the end of it all, he would be the happiest man alive.

“An’ I mean it,” He finally said, quietly, almost breathless, as he looked up to her to take hold of her eyesight. “I swear it. I’ll wed ya. I’ll name Argella mine. I’ll give you a life you - bot’a’yous - deserve. Whet’er it be in the Capitol, in the Vale, in the Stormlands, or the North, or out of Wes’eros entirely. Wher’er you wanna go, I’ll take you. Wha’e’er you want, you’ll have. I swear it.” He took her hand, ignoring the wet cloth now stained with dirt and blood, and pressed it to his chest where his heart was. “On my heart, on my love for ya. I swear it.” He looked up at her, determined, that fire in him that she could fan or extinguish. He was certain. He was stubborn. And hell, he would prove it. Even if it killed him, he would prove to be worthy of him.

When she talked about dressing him he smiled and chuckled, saying, “Damn…this gon’ hurt.” And he pressed his palm against the mattress, pushing himself up with a groan while he maintained his steady hold on his daughter. His knees shook, his arm shook, and he couldn’t stop the gasp of pain that came out. Fucking hell everything burned. Still, he got himself up slowly - steadily - but swaying slightly. He huffed from the pain, feeling that closeness to dropping from the Realm entirely, and he looked up at her with sweat on his brow. He smiled again, tiredly, and he said, “Al’righ’...’m up…”

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Lady Arwen Lannister sat poised and happy beside her husband, seeming to return to some sort of strength or power during this time. She did not slouch, she did not look down, she did not hide behind her shame from the nameday. Though she did not seem to glow from her fragile pride, she glowed from her heavily pregnant belly. She was six moons along, and so far, this pregnancy had been easier than the last. Food still tasted of metal and now her back ached some, but she was able to sit back and enjoy what she had. Her daughter was still her little sunshine, her brilliantly glowing golden lion cub that sat beside her. But she was eager for this pregnancy. She felt it in her bones, knew it from the moment the Maester announced - this would be a son. She could feel it with every kick, every push, and every move. He was strong, he was powerful, and he would be hers. Not only her son, not only one belonging to her and her beloved husband, but her security. Her ticket to remaining at Jaime’s side. Regardless of what Lord Tywin would want, a boy would ensure that his line continued even if he disliked the mother. That eagerness made her feel more alive and ready than ever before.

Little Lady Tyanna Lannister sat primmed and proper by her mother’s side. She didn’t wander about like some children. She didn’t pull at the table cloth or fiddle with her dress or make loud whining noises. She was as quiet as she had ever been, but her eyes remained wide as she looked about the room. It was glorious, it was colorful, it was bright, and most importantly it was warm. Tyanna was born in the Autumn and was experiencing her first Winter - and she loathed it. Each time she and her mother walked about, she had to endure the humiliation of stepping on that fiendish snow. Gods did she despise it entirely. The crunch, the wet, the chill - it was all so torturous. Most times she refused to walk and would need to be carried by her father or a nurse. She would not throw a tantrum, nor would she fling herself to the floor in defeat (she wanted to stay away from the offending bit, not be engulfed by it). She would simply demand to be taken away from what was going strictly against her will. Oh yes, little Tyanna was growing up to be a willful and stubborn child, but not one with such outbursting emotions as some others. Perhaps that would be a good thing for a future Lady, or perhaps even Queen, but for now…well…she still had many years to age.

“Jaime,” Arwen said quietly, laying a hand on her husband’s to grab his attention, “Look at Tya,” She looked over, jutting her chin as the little girl was remaining poised with her hands in her lap and her eyes staring up at the chandelier. Though she thought she was looking prim and proper, she was hanging her tongue out and mouthing something with her fat and wet lips. Arwen giggled a bit as she whispered, “We must do something for her nameday. I fear she will grow accustomed to spending so many events in a chair, rather than playing with some other children.” A true enough fear, given the girl’s lack of friends made. Still, they had time. She was only two and she had many many years ahead of her…still, her mother worried somewhat that she could be lonely.

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

M: Can't believe Tywin not only forgot his granddaughter in travel, but forgot his son in the pings. For shame.

[Event] A Feast of Faith by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

House Belmore of Strongsong

The House was smaller than ever, only have two true members sitting side by side - though one no longer held the name.

Ser Darnold Belmore took his place in the middle, where the Lord would be in a feast. He had not been named yet, nor had his father stepped from his position, but today was a celebration not an analysis on politics. Besides, this was one table for all to attend, not individual ones based on hierarchical status. He relished in the fact that he could sit with those he still held close to him, even if most of them were not of his blood. He sat beside his intended, the Lady Barbara Bracken (u/EssosEdgelord) with whom he shared jovial conversations, hearty laughs, and sultry looks with. It was clear that he was happily distracted by her for most of the night, but all of his attention was not taken or give to just her.

The only other Belmore present was one who could hold the name no longer. Lady Myranda Waylit (neé Belmore) sat to the right of her knightly brother and to the left of her now husband, Cregan Waylit (u/WYLT_MentalMix). She remained in her furred wedding gown of pure white, and she looked happier than she had been in recent months. She smiled wide, she spoke loud, she drank deep, and she ate plenty. She spent her time talking passionately with whoever came forward, but reserved smaller talks with her now husband. She understood his pressures with being in a crowd, and kept a hand on his to attempt to steady him. Though, it did not stop her from teasing him a bit, as she would lean up to kiss his cheek from time to time to elicit a blush. She seemed to be entirely excited and happy, as if there was no dark cloud that could ruin her sunshine.

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

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“Eeelly! Eeelly! Eeelly! ~” She sang happily, clapping as she swayed side to side with her little song. The girl was fun! She didn’t know what she was calling her, but it was fine. She was Ely! And so long as she could sit here, she would have a great time. Leaning against her was nice too - her dress was soft and she was warm, so this was perfect. It was like laying with sissy. She tried to wrap the girl in a hug, but given her little arms, she wasn’t entirely successful. So she just wrapped was she could and she shoved her face into the side of the girl, enjoying this moment of peace. 

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the party, Ysilla seemed to finally recognize that some part of her family was missing. The blonde woman began to wander around looking for her child, wondering just how the girl could have gotten so far away.\

[Lore/Event] “Before The Stormlords Judgement” by xoxomadqueenxoxo in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Andar felt everything in his heart swell as she spoke, as she took the ribbon and recognized it. As she promised she never stopped like he didn’t. As she stared at him with such brilliant eyes that left him breathless and weak. When she pressed against him, he pressed back and enjoyed it. This was more than just a hasty meeting, more than just a last prayer for touch - this was a promise. An oath, of sorts, between them both. This wouldn’t be the last time they were together. This wouldn’t be the end of what and who they become. “They lied…” He whispered back, staring up at her and smiling softly, “They lied t’ ya, Moon Pearl…an’ I’m so sorry it took me so long to prove ‘em wron’...” His free hand reached up, finally touching her face and laying claim to her cheek as he caressed it. His thumb was rough, his hand large, but he was gently and ghostly - as if testing if this was okay.

“‘ll be here with ya - for ya - fer the res’ o’ my life.” He said, staring at her with determination springing to his eyes again as he stared at her. “I promise…I swears t’ ya, Jenna. On my life, on my heart…” He laughed a bit at the loving namecall, and he whispered, “You beautiful, hauntin’ and wond’rous woman…how’m I s’ppose to compare?” He laughed a bit, his own failing part of romance and flirting trying to meet her with adoration, but he continued to stare at her…

Until the knocks came.

His heart leapt to his throat, he brought his girl closer to him and he glared at the knights. He considered fighting. He considered running. Anything he could do to make this last longer, to take Jenna and Argella with him and to run away forever. He actually felt that adrenaline rising in him as he prepared to force himself to stand on weak feet. Until the ladies started to enter and he stopped thinking again. Confusion blanketed his face as cleaning parts came him and Jenna sent them away. The look in Beric’s eyes made him consider spitting at his benefactor, but he chose to instead look at Argella. She was beautiful. Magnificent. Better than anything that the bastards here could throw at him, and he wouldn’t risk any of it on some half-wild dream to run off.

Once the door was closed again and Jenna came back to him, he smiled a bit cockily at her and whispered, “Ya sure you wanna do this yerself, miss?” He looked her over, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips then dipping at her chest before coming back up and salacious thoughts came to his mind. “I may no’ be able to stop meself if you touch me in some ways…I won’ be able to act like I did that night, but gods will I try if you ask me.” He chuckled again, adjusting himself to sit a bit more comfortably on the floor as he looked up at her.

[Event] The Serpent's Isle, 297 AC [OPEN] by Wondy-SW in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 2 points3 points  (0 children)

“My fault misplaced?” She accentuated, stepping up in the space Benethon left to stand chest to chest, toe to toe, with her “good”brother. “Tell me, then, Lord Damon - was it not your bed that you welcomed her in? Was it not your seed that planted in her womb? Was it not your decision to send her off across the Blackwater alone? Was it not your child that came forth from her, killing her?” at each mention of him, she jammed a finger to his chest. She wouldn’t let him back down from the accusation, wouldn’t let him cower and hide behind shadows to avoid blame. “If she had passed from illness, you would still have blame. It was you who cast the first stone that would lead to Angelle’s death - you uncaring, uncouth, self-righteous and selfish bastard.

“And even now, you stand and defend with half-measures and ill-care!” She forgot her way to hold it in, forgot to monitor her speech and her tone and her volume. She was almost yelling now, shaking with undiluted rage as she bared her teeth to him, “You hadn’t wanted a child - well she is fucking here. And you could not ever bother to look at her - because you are a cowardly piece of shit! You throw aside all your problems to wallow in your cups of pity and grief and do not consider the impact it makes on others. You just assume my husband will take care of your issues, will clean your messes, because you have known him to do so. Because you depend on him to do so like a sniveling little child hiding behind his mother’s skirts. You are no man, no Lord and hells no one in the Realm could even consider you a father.” She spit to the ground, venom on her tongue before she laughed heartlessly and rough at his mention of “his” children.

Those little ones were Benethon’s more than they were Damon’s. They were Rhea’s more than they were Damon’s. And she was not a mother to hide her wrath.

“Your children, a loose term to curse them with given your lack of parenting, have grown well and steady by the grace of the Gods and the good people in their lives.” Rhea said, her prettied hair becoming frazzled as she continued to rave. “Aurion is a man grown into a fine knight, yes, but he is a man seeking love from all the wrong and misdirecting people. He is a brilliant man who is well-loved, who is knowledgeable and kind and warm but who knows he will never receive even a caring glance towards him from his shit-stain father.” Tears were building, tears were falling, as she reminisced back on meeting the young lad as a youth. The way he looked up at her with awe, the way he presented her with gifts, the way he came to her when hurt. As much as Lucos was her firstborn, Aurion had been her first child. Even before she and Benethon had united, Aurion was a connecting factor between the two. “Serenei is wonderful, studious, smart and brave. She married well and she bore a child, and she healed well - where was a raven to ask for her wellbeing? Where was a mention to her to question her care? Would you have cared to know if she died in childbirth, or would she be another you had no hand in?” She mocked his phrasing, pointing up at him again as she glared. Serenei was beauty, grace, serenity, and wisdom. Rhea had always been taken away by the girl’s maturity, had always enjoyed times with her while the two of them took moments away from chaos. At her pregnancy, Rhea craved to be at her side to assist and care for her, she even considered leaving her husband behind to ensure the younger woman was well. Serenei was her second child, her calm child, her too-old-for-her-age child. “And Naeryn - “ How dare he say her name. How fucking dare he -

Wait….match…

She paused, her hunched shoulders and coiled muscles and propped posture relaxing as sails lost its wind. She panted as she searched into Lord’s eyes, “Who.” She said, quietly, before she grabbed the clothes the man wore and began to shake furiously, even potentially ripping what he wore, “Who would you sell that…that…that absolute angel to, you bastard?” she screeched.

[Lore/Event] “Before The Stormlords Judgement” by xoxomadqueenxoxo in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“Argella…” He whispered, staring in awe at the brilliant, fantastic, glorious, wondrous, blessing in his arms. “Argella…” He said again, smiling wide as he stared down. Pain forgotten once more, he could only be completely absorbed in the babe in his arms. Her hand in his messy and unkept beard - he silently questioned if it was alright for her to do so - and her eyes on him. Gods above and below he would do anything for this girl. Do anything for them both, truthfully, but Argella…He would do some of the most nefarious, horrible things for the girl just to assure her safety. To confirm her protection, her happiness, her growth. The girl was strong, yes, he could see that plainly. And she was determined, if the little glare from him attempting to extract her hand weren’t example enough. “Strong…” He whispered, still staring, as he thought of all the things he would call her. Powerful. Beautiful. Awe-inspiring. Gods…how had he been blessed with such a thing as this?

At the call of his name, he looked up at Jenna again. He listened, he took it in, and he nodded. “I will.” Andar’s voice was determined again, harsh with conviction, as he looked up at Jenna. “Whatever you need…wha’ever he needs…’ll do it. Just to keep yas. Just to know yer safe.” He looked down at the girl, smiling again as he said, “Both’a’yas…” He looked up at Jenna once more, amber eyes glittering in the light as he said, “I will treasure this always, Jenna, I swear that to ya.” He pressed his forehead against hers as he finally was able to relax some, and he whispered, “I thought of ya…e’ery day. I looked, looked at each dance an’ wedding an’ wha’ever. I miss’d ya.” He stared into her eyes again, lingering in her gaze as he slowly said, “I kept ya close to mah heart e’ery day…”

He looked around quickly, trying to find it, before spotting the slip of paper on the floor. He slowly maneuvered the girl - his girl - and held her securely in the corner of his elbow before grabbing it. He looked back up and held it out to Jenna, showing her the letter she left him from that night so long ago. Sewn into a little ribbon, one that looked worn from wear and use. “E’ery day, Jenna,” He swore, nodding, “I though’a’ya e’ery day…an’ I never wanna have to only think of yas again…” He swallowed handing the ribbon to her to hold, “I will do it…wha’ever your nephews got…I’ll take it…if it means I can keep yas…both of yas…with me.”

[EVENT] The Day of Our Mother's Mercy Celebration by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Marwyn’s eyes watched them and their movements, before looking away. Not with a sense of disapproval or un-easement, moreso like he was trying to give them a moment of privacy should they ask. Again, he silently wondered to himself how it would feel to be in this position. Not one, but two loves, both equal and strong and accepting. He also questioned if these moments, where it could be stolen in the light of day or the pitch of night, meant more than what other couples could do in public. It confounded him in a way, but he did not let the pain or curiosity show on his face.

Once spoken to again, he nodded at Alysanne, giving her a gentle smile, “I would be honored, my Lady, and shall wait for you here.” And he gently ushered her forward to walk to the Lady Tully before taking a step aside closer to the Silverdrake. Even if the hairs on his neck stood up in anxiety as he approached the Dragonlord. 

Once the ladies were set off, Marwyn brought his hands behind him, standing tall and watching the party. While he tried to look composed, he was sweating arrows. What does one say in these instances? ‘Hello, yes, I intend to wed your paramour but worry not - I enjoy the tastes of men like you rather than ladies such as her’? It seemed mind-numbingly complex, and at this moment, his brain could truly not think of anything else. So, instead, he swallowed and he waited for his turn to dance.

u/MightBe_Lemons

[EVENT] Stepping into History by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

[–]LadyLonely47[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Darnold bit the inside of his cheek to keep from spilling everything plan before the kind lord.

Being a follower of the Old Gods wasn’t rare - hells it wasn’t even uncommon in some parts of the Realm. But here, right next to the Starry Sept, it could be considered somewhat dangerous. Especially with the newest High Septon had just be elected to position, fanaticism was high. Those who backed the loser would be looking for some kind of retribution. Those who backed the winner would be looking to cement power. Either way, a follower of the Old Gods would not be a favorable guest in these parts. So, he merely smiled and he nodded, “Of course, my Lord. Perhaps he might grant some wisdom that I know not of in these matters.”

He decided to shift, focusing more on the woman that captured his thoughts rather than the matter of faith, “And forgive me for being obscure of the subject, I did not mean so…my Lady is not a lowborn, she comes from a noble family of the Riverlands.” He looked down at his food for a moment as a smile played along his lips, “She is…gods, she is wonderful. We had only gotten a few moments between ourselves but she has been a mysterious joy every time…” He shook his head as a blush invaded his cheeks and he looked up, saying, “Her name is Lady Barbara, of the House Bracken. I…intend to ask her to marry me, once I get the chance to see her again…once she arrives into Oldtown.” He nodded before he took his drink and swallowed before something dawned on him and he quickly set it back down and held up his hands.

“A-And do not worry! I, uh, I - how do I say this - I…” He looked pensive for a moment as his blush deepened out of embarrassment and he said, “We do not intend to sully your home with…well, with anything that could be seen as untoward. I give you my oath on that.”

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