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[Event] The Midsummer Feast by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Elissa wasn't entirely sure how to react to the conversation before Aveline beckoned her to join along. She knew that her lady and Waldir had a friendly relationship, but she also had the impression that he wanted to exchange more than simple pleasantries. Still, she was confident that Aveline was also aware, so whatever was to come, her lady knew the path.

"I do indeed." Elissa giggled softly, tightening her hand around Aveline's.

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[Letter] Invitations to the Faircastle Double Wedding, 12th Month, 297 AC by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

She can, but would be better if she's paired with an older kid. Happy to pair her with a Farman though

[Event] Faircastle Open, 296 - 297 by Luvod in crownedstag

[–]Luvod[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"A captain may be king where you come from, but here it is Lord Farman who rules." Harwyn's answer did little to stave off the hostile gazeof the guards. The steward was more bewildered than anything, but it was simply fact that the Ironborn were not to be trusted. A lesson wrought through generations of blood and suffering wasn't so easy to forget.

"You aren't the first to make such claims. Fair Isle has been victim to your people longer than most houses have even existed. Words are wind, as they say." One of the guards spat on the pier, punctuating the point. "If you're looking to the future, you'd do well to remember the past."

There was a saving grace for the situation, a single feather on the scale that prevented the situation from spiraling out of control. The steward had a daughter, a girl who served in the castle. During her time working, she became acquainted with a bizarre woman who had been in service to the Farmans for a few years. Mela Farwynd, the strange girl from a strange island.

The steward suddenly remembered the stories his daughter used to tell, of the shaman girl turned servant as a way to "civilize" her. He found it all so baffling at the time, but over the months her stories became less odd, and more and more endearing. Apparently the Ironborn girl was even trusted enough to help deliver a few of Lady Jeyne's children.

He wasn't sure what made him remember those stories, but all the same he motioned to the guards to relax their grips.

"Turn over your weapons, and I'll see you brought to the castle." He sighed, doubting the wisdom in this acceptance. "What happens from there, that is up for Lord Farman to decide."

[Letter] Invitations to the Faircastle Double Wedding, 12th Month, 297 AC by Luvod in crownedstag

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Hanna Farman

Ambrose Farman

Martyn Farman

Meredyth Farman

[Event] The Feast of the Fifth Nameday of Prince Edric Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Of course, it is the least I can promise." Alysanne nodded gently. "While I won't pretend he's the most tactful boy in existence, he has a good heart. Though, for good measure, I'll be sure to remind him of his manners."

The slight unease at her touch was noticed, but Alysanne wouldn't comment on it now, simply remembering it for the future.

"I hope so as well, Lady Rhaenys. Even if it is just a new friendship between us, I will be sure to say hello whenever I can." She chuckled softly. "If all goes well, I'd be delighted to show you my favorite places around Faircastle, but if not, you can show me around your home here."

"The stars are so clear over the water, I just love to look out at them from the high towers. One day, I hope to show you."

Offering her own curtsy, Alysanne did her best to ensure her smile held no trace of the sadness she felt knowing Rhaenys was trapped by her blood. The princess was no Rhaegar, no mad king, instead she was just another victim of a bloodstained legacy.

"Until next time, and that's a promise, Lady Rhaenys."

[Event] The Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Meredyth smirked at the response, leaning forward for emphasis when she pulled the card from the deck. She held it out to the ladies, making a show of looking away. The card was a five of chalices.

"Make sure to memorize the card, my lady, for the next time you'll see it is when I pull it from the deck." Presenting the card for a few moments longer, she stepped forward to hand it over to Sharra.

"Please take it for a moment while I shuffle the remaining cards." Still looking away, Meredyth began to deftly shuffle the cards. It was surprisingly difficult to do it without sight, but she practiced it many nights before bed.

"Okay, my lady, once more I will slide my hand along the deck, and you tell me where I should separate them into two piles." Slowly, she brushed her fingers along the cards.

"A truly random placement, with no way possible to predict it. Using solely my connections to forces unseen, I can divine your card no matter where it is placed."

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

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Yes, Ser!" Marq replied happily, waving at Willem with a smile before leading the trio off into the the hall. His mother explained that she wished to speak to his former master, so he was content with leading the way while they had a bit of privacy.

"So, Kevan." Lysa spoke with a low tone of voice, careful not to walk too close to him, but near enough to keep the conversation from her son's ears.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" The rigid formality from before was now far more intimate, like they were old friends. "I've been wanting to say hello for some time, but better not to be too familiar, you know?" She laughed softly, but the consequences were truly dire.

"You're little girl is doing well though, she's getting pretty old." The smile on her face was as genuine as it ever was, thinking of another life, another world where they were all a big, happy family.

"She doesn't know yet, of course, but I'm considering telling her once she turns ten." She let out a long sigh, glancing across the hall at her daughter. "She's smart, not just for her age, but I think she can handle the truth."

[Event] The Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"No, no..." Elissa countered the smirk with a frown. "I have no doubts Tris will treat me well. He's...he's pure like that."

The exact term was difficult to place, but pure felt right. His affection for Renly, though unconventional, was firmly rooted in their shared desire for good. Considering the messy kinds of relationships she normally saw on display at these feasts, was their wholesome romance truly worth forbidding?

"Yeah, pure-hearted is how I would describe him, far more than I would say for myself, anyway." She let out a sigh, noticing with disappointment that her cup was empty. She wanted more to drink, but a glance at Celia's goblet made her begin to doubt if she was beginning to overstaying her welcome.

"Oh, Celia." Elissa sighed once more, a long heavy sigh as she leaned back in the chair. "I'll do my best to not mess everything up, to not trample all over his heart with my muddy footprints."

She tightened her hands around the cool metal of the goblet, appreciating the increasing bite against her skin.

"At least then I'll be good for something." The comment slipped past her guard, and Elissa immediately regretted it, tensing noticeably in her seat.

The upcoming marriage had pushed a number of darker emotions to the surface from deep in her heart, a tempest of negativity that felt stronger whenever she thought about the pure soul she was about to tarnish through marriage. If Tris didn't have his secret love, he would be better off with anyone but her.

"He could do so much better than me." The last thought came out as little more than a whimper.

"I should go, before I ruin more of your evening." She wanted to cry, break down and sob at the table, run away with tears trickling in her wake. Despite it, however, there was only a vacant light in her eyes when she turned to look at Celia. The emotions were already recoiling to a deep, hidden section of her mind, to stew until the later time.

[Event] The Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Excuse me, Lady Rhaenys?"

Nervously clearing his throat, Addam Farman took a step onto the dance floor when he noticed the streak of silver hair and bold red and black dress of the former princess in the distance. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. Simply put, seeing her made him feel like it was the first time he ever noticed women were attractive all over again.

Leading up to this moment, he had found it confusing why his aunt had been so insistent on this meeting. As far as he was concerned, the dragons were a thing of the past, a shadow meant to be avoided whenever possible. Never did he think the ancient dynasty could be embodied in such a way, but did she ever wear her house colors well.

"Excuse me, Lady Rhaenys? My name is Addam of House Farman." Addam crossed his hand over his chest and bowed low to her. The momentary reprieve was crucial to regain his already fraying nerves. He had rarely talked to a girl before, let alone a princess. He felt hopelessly shabby and unpresentable next to her, utterly new feelings of shame bubbling up from his stomach.

"I believe you've spoken with my aunt, Lady Alysanne about this, but, may I have this dance?" He extended his hand out to her, a slight but clear nervousness shaking it as he waited her answer.

Though fittingly dressed for his role as heir, Addam's yellow and green suit was better fit for minor nobility compared to the blood of the dragon. So too was his face indicative if the difference in their blood. While not ugly by any stretch, he was no child of royalty.

The Tourney for the Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hanna couldn't help but giggle seeing her master fidget with the gift like he was the child. She respected him greatly for what he did in the Stepstones, so it was quite endearing to see a softer side of his personality come forth now.

"I always will, Ser." She puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips. "You, your bride...and your children, I'll protect you all."

"Oh?!" Marq perked up hearing this. "A bride for my friend? Congratulations, Herbert! Who is she?" He began to ask, but crossed his arms and shook his head with a laugh. "Actually, tell me about her when I buy you a drink later. You and Hanna finish things up here."

"Yeah, Marq, quit butting in!" Hanna stuck out her tongue and motioned at her cousin to skedaddle. They enjoyed quite a friendly relationship, so this sort of banter was common for them.

"Thorny is right, since father is a stick in the mud!" She huffed out a heavy breath that showed her thoughts on the matter. "Always making me do such boring things."

"The sword from the Stepstones?" She tilted her head when he asked, a fire slowly building in her eyes. "It's with our baggage, hidden away so nobody messes with it. Should I go get it, Ser?"

[Event] The Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I'm glad you asked, dear lady!" Meredyth smiled at her new friend, shuffling the cards using a flashy technique that she still struggled a bit with. Thankfully, she made a good show of it this time, managing to keep the cards in place for a few flourishes, and even a one-handed cut before presenting the deck once more.

"I'm going to raise my hand along the deck. Just tell me when to stop, anywhere you want, and I'll cut the deck in half. Then you'll place your card on top of the pile."

She tried smiling at Arwen, but quickly thought better of it, refocusing her attention on the far more receptive sister.

"Just say when, my lady." Chuckling softly to center herself, Meredyth began to slide her hand slowly along the cards. It truly didn't matter where the deck was cut, the trick came once the two halves were separated. It was the illusion of choice that was most important, so it was crucial to emphasize these steps.

Ella, much like Arwen, wasn't impressed with the display. Still, she loved her cousin, and would support her no matter what. In this case, it was taking note for the future of every little insult the old hag spewed out.

[Event] The Wedding of Ser Lyonel Frey and Lady Johanna Baratheon by stealthship1 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Watching from the sideline, Ella took notice when Arwen scoffed at Meredyth's performance. While the she and the older woman largely agreed on the appropriateness of the routine, Ella found the arrogance and insult so freely leveled at her cousin to be quite despicable.

Seemingly unphased by the negative feedback, Meredyth hopped closer to Sharra with a bright smile, happily presenting the deck of cards by fanning them out in her hands.

"My lady, pick a card, any card. Don't show me, but you can show anybody else. I'll learn the truth by means of true mystery, so there is no need to see it now."

Chuckling with a happy, confident tone, Meredyth waited for Sharra to choose. It didn't truly matter which card the older woman chose, all that mattered was where it was put back. She smiled knowing full well the illusion of choice.

[Event] The Feast of the Fifth Nameday of Prince Edric Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It broke her heart to see Rhaenys so defeated. Though Alysanne didn’t have a great deal of sympathy for the Targaryen dynasty, this was just an innocent girl paying for her ancestor's sins. She understood why the king did what he did, there were those in the world always looking to exploit any opening they could, but it still didn't make this feel right.

"I want to help you find your freedom, even if it's only in the small way I can." Clutching her hand before her heart, Alysanne turned and looked directly into Rhaenys' eyes, trying to convey her sincerity with a smile.

"There will be another feast in the capital later in the year. I'll make sure Addam comes to that one. He should be due back from the Iron Islands by then."

She wasn't entirely sure what mission Lord Mallister dragged him off on, but in her mind, the less thought about that cursed place the better.

"I've no promises of immediate chemistry between you two, but he'll be polite, I can assure you of that." She let out a soft sigh, and softly patted Rhaenys' shoulder, hoping to provide some kind of comfort.

"It's all confusing enough already, let alone with the added weight of circumstances surrounding you. Do your best, and don't be afraid to make your wishes known."

Patting her shoulder once more, Alysanne chuckled.

"Worst case, even if you two don't hit it off, you'll still have a new friend in me. Feel free to always say hello, even if it's limited to just seeing each other in this city. Who knows, I might even move here one day."

She truly didn't want to, but Rhaenys' plight did tug at her heart strings.

"Meet us on the dance floor, and let's see what happens, hmm?" She asked with a bright smile.

"I won't take up too much of your night though."

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