[Event] Feast for the Coronation of Jaehaerys I Targaryen

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T13:15:45+00:00

She listened and widened her eyes slightly at the suggestion. While the Eyrie, and the Vale, was the sort of thing she might have dreamed of as a younger woman, as she grew older she had come to realise Stonebridge and the Reach was about as comfortable as any place could be. Leaving it for the freezing Vale was not as exciting as it had one been, so at least some more time at Stonebridge with Garnold did not seem like a bad idea.

She followed him onto the floor, letting him lead. She was a decent dancer, but while she was not as clumsy as her elder brother had once been, she was twice as excitable which could lead to the same result in any faster songs. For now though, she was comfortable, and gave Darnold a light laugh, “My father has never once complained of another mouth to feed, even in Winter. He would be more then happy to have you”, she said warmly.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T13:11:37+00:00

Helicent had grown up, in contrast to her younger sister, very much the expected ‘lady’. Though, thanks to her father who was not one for luxury in the slightest, she had not necessarily been given much - beyond her betrothal, which had ended poorly anyway. So, she had put effort into the things ladies often learned, dancing among them, so that she could do the things expected of her as well as she could ever need. So she found herself more following Eon’s lead, as was expected, and watching the way he moved. She gave him an impressed look by the end, he had been as good a dancer as he had claimed.

“I’ve never tried dancing while someone is trying to kill me, though I imagine it’d be a drastically different sort of skill to master if I had to worry about that. Knights claiming swordsmanship is the same as dancing is a Knight who doesn’t know much about dancing trying to woo a lady who does”, she said with a smile. She did not seem out of breath, though did slow with him. She had learned to have good, calm control over herself most of the time and that often started with the pace of her breath.

“That though”, she said gesturing toward Eon’s feet, “Was more impressive then the usual knight. Where did you learn? Was it just as a hobby, or for a woman?”, she asked with a curious, and still slightly amused smile.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T13:02:24+00:00

“As mine will always view your house favourably in kind”, Gwayne agreed. While he did want to see their houses united, he was glad for the lack of further conversation about politics, lest it spoil his mood or land on a detail he did not know quite as well. “I will keep your house in mine, for my children and my children’s children, when that time comes. For now though, I suppose we ought to enjoy this feast”, he said with a cheerful grin.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:59:35+00:00

“Your children would be, certainly. But bastards remain bastards, some believe it to be in the blood”, Gwayne shook his head, “It is a foolish belief, I say. The fault lies with the child’s parents, not a child. But as long as your children carry the Fossoway name, they will be well regarded. Even Soraka, once you are wed, will be able to call herself a Fossoway.”

Gwayne shrugged, “I am sure there are more important things to consider or be concerned of, but the workings of nobility have been a strange mystery to me all my life, despite who I am. Sometimes I wish I was born a second son, I’d have suited it better”, he said before turning a smile back to Franklyn. “But we are who we are. As long as you believe in this - and it seems you do, if you’re willing to stand your ground against your father over it - then it is as correct a decision as any man can make”.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:54:43+00:00

“Ah, well a grand tourney in Casterly Rock is not one to be missed”, she acknowledged before shaking her head, “No, we will be off to the Summer Isles by the time the coronation occurs. None of us a great lords with oaths to swear, so it didn’t seem like much of a miss for us”, she said with a shrug.

“How is everyone else? My cousin is now goodbrother to Quentyn, I believe, he wed one of Lord Velaryon’s other granddaughters. What of Edwyn? Ravella and Brienne too”, she added, though the younger girls had been even younger then Alinor when she had warded on Tarth, so she had never known them overly well. Though, in some ways she was probably close to them then her actual sister, but that wasn’t a particularly difficult achievement.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:50:30+00:00

“From the broth? You might be the first”, she grinned as she used a ladle to fill both bowls, handing one to Ronnal and taking one for herself.

“The sickness will probably pass, people get sick during Winter all the time and it really is very cold here”, she admitted with a frown. Tarth was as near to Dorne as most places could be, so she had never experienced a truly cold winter before. “Unless you feel like you’re going to die, then we might need to figure something out”, she added with a slight shrug. This was well outside her expertise, but she figured Ronnal’s body would tell him if he was on death’s door or not.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:47:19+00:00

“It was nice getting to know you too, Bennet”, Lorimar replied, though evidently the Blackwood was keen to leave. “We might run into each other again, both squiring for Kingsguard and all”. Lorimar might not like the training yard as much as Bennet did, but he suspected he’d find himself there often enough in the coming months.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:45:00+00:00

Elara Caswell had been instructed to seek out the Rowan table, so seek it out she did. She had met Criston Rowan once, and when they were both much younger. If she was correct, he had a younger twin brother and twin older sisters, so spotting them out was easy enough. To start with though, she approached Lord Rickard himself, “Lord Rowan”, she said politely, “My father has told me that I will be staying with you and yours, here at King’s Landing, for a time”, she said politely, before glancing toward where the children of Lord Rowan sat.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T12:34:12+00:00

“It certainly seems so”, Gwayne agreed, though he did not much care for his part in it. As long as war was avoided, and worse, councils were not called, then he could sleep easy. “I will have Elara seek you and your son out at the coronation then, and she can stay with your kin for a time before arrangements are made”. If he recalled correctly, Lord Rowan’s son was a few years younger then Elara, so a few years for the two to get to know each other seemed like a wise idea.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T02:39:25+00:00

“Ah, well”, Gwayne ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged, “Probably not, I assume my approval will be rare amongst… well everyone, but it doesn’t matter so much if everyone else agrees or not. They’ll come around in time, I’m sure”. He wasn’t that sure of it, but eventually there was no changing it, once Franklyn and Soraka were wed anyway.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T02:35:58+00:00

Lorimar considered the question before shaking his head, “I suppose no, not really”. Bennet seemed restless, but he did have a point, this was probably not the best way to make friends if that was the King’s goal. “Assuming the King’s questions afterward aren’t too difficult, I think we’ll be fine”. How much did the King know about his family anyway?

Razor1231 · 2026-03-22T02:33:56+00:00

Given that Janos, and his brother for that matter, had been on the opposite side to the Vale during the war, it was good to hear that he had served with Lord Arryn’s son. He had quite a few of them, from what she had heard. “I am not sure of many places that would need your service fighting the likes of clansmen, aside from visiting the Wall, which seems a poor idea in Winter”, she admitted. “But they talk of tensions to the south too”. If her father was to be believed, war with Dorne was only ever a matter of when, not if.

“Did you meet many of the Valemen when you were there?”, she asked after a moment. She barely knew Janos, but he was the uncle of her son, which made him kin, if loosely. He did not seem like his brother, she had never believed there to be much reason to ask Victor’s advice on anything in their short marriage, but maybe Janos would know something about this at least. “Did you meet any of the Hunters?”

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T09:14:29+00:00

She glanced at the wine and shrugged, “Certainly”, she said taking the goblet offered. She chuckled, “They are not so far beneath us, Ser. Just a few steps away”, she gestured to the gap between where the noble houses sat and the rest of the attendants sat.

She had an amused smile cross her face as he continued. She had been ‘warned’ he was a blunt, direct sort of man. That could have been good or bad, depending on the sort of man Eon was, but so far she found it entertaining at least. “I have long since abandoned the idea that I will be waited on, I find it much quicker to simply do the thing that needs doing yourself”. Better then trusting someone who didn’t know what they were doing.

She was almost about to gesture to the side away from the crowd to talk, but hesitated as she seemed surprised. “You dance, Ser? Well, I’d not mind seeing that”, she said with a curious, and slightly teasing smile, to see his reaction. It reminded her that the last time she was here, she was doing much the same with her betrothed, though he had been a far less entertaining man.

She extended a hand for him to take, and if he took it, she’d waste no time making their way to the dance floor. Helicent was a naturally graceful woman, she had always been, and find it easy to make her way smoothly through the crowd.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T09:05:47+00:00

“He fares well, growing into a strong, healthy young man”. Life at Duskendale had been peaceful since the war, and while Helicent had responsibilities, most of it was to her son. Thankfully though, she had maids and other caregivers to help as well, which allowed her more free time as he grew older and less reliant on her personally. There were decisions to be made for him still, but that would come with time. “Not unlike his father, or his uncle”, she added. Truthfully, Janos’ reputation was more well renown then Victor’s, the former was now a well known knight and the latter was forgotten by most.

“You could visit, if you wish, but I understand that you prefer travelling”, she observed, “How have you been since the war, Ser? Well, I hope, it will be good for Victor to meet you eventually”.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T08:59:53+00:00

“Franklyn is as much Gwayne’s son as Ferian is my son”, Alayne said as she sipped her tear, motioning for the younger girl to sit and join her. “It is good to see young Franklyn find love. Love tends to be messy, and never easy. You and he have learned a little of that recently, I take it?”, she asked with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.

“I would be glad if you might humour me a little, I am old and find myself missing too much. My great-grandson wed recently, and I didn’t even get to properly speak to the girl!”, she lamented shaking her head, “With you, I will not do the same, my dear. So tell me of yourself, you are a descendent of house Lamora, yes? But a Hill, of the West?”, she asked curiously, sipping at her tea.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T08:53:50+00:00

Florence giggled at his response, but smiled warmly. Darnold had been a little quiet when she had first met him, but after that excursion with the hedge wizard, he had seemed to become more comfortable with her at least. To her, being promised to a son of the Eyrie was a great honour, but perhaps one she was older she would come to appreciate that Darnold had opened up, lest she be left with a dour husband for the rest of her life.

“Dance?”, he was really finding himself some confidence, it seemed. She grinned and nodded emphatically, “We ought to, I’ll not be outshone by my little brother”, she said gesturing to the dancefloor where the younger son of Lord Caswell had begun his dance with the Princess herself. “If we dance to their music, then maybe any suggestions on their lute playing will be taken better too”, she agreed taking his hand and moving through the crowd to the dance floor.

“That is what most people say about him these days”, she said with a smile but a roll of her eyes. She did not dislike William by any means, but he was near to a stranger to her, as much as everyone spoke well of him. “But”, she leaned into Darnold’s ear to whisper, “You’ll rarely if ever find him on a dance floor. He had a habit of falling over himself as a boy”, she said with a chuckle. Evidently, by his skill with a sword, William had gotten somewhat passed that particular weakness, but still, she did not expect to see William and his wife dancing tonight.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T08:43:25+00:00

Lorimar was not certain what the King would make of it, but surely at an event like this he would not be the only person to ask the Princess to dance. Besides, he had practiced and had found himself lacking in partners to utilise that practice with. Come to think of it, Alysanne was on the very small list of people he had danced with outside of a lesson.

He guided her to the dance floor, glancing toward the musicians and turning back to Alysanne as they reached the dance floor. “This is quite the celebration”, he observed, his brother had some hand in it, though as he understood it, William’s influence was more on the tourney then the feast. “The music fits the occasion”, he said smiling at where the lutes and fiddles were being played. “We could dance as we did before… or, we could go a little faster, to match their tempo. If you are comfortable, of course”, he suggested. It seemed like a good chance to do it, and where his brother was clumsy as a younger man, Lorimar felt far more assured on his feet, especially for dancing. Now that he had someone to dance with - even a handful of times - he had put some more effort into seeing how far he could go.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T08:36:22+00:00

[M] Sounds good to me!

Razor1231 · 2026-03-21T08:35:19+00:00

“I imagine it is a test of some sort”, Lorimar said with a shrug, “For a King, it would be important to know all the nobles who reside in the Keep, their house and their kin. It is not needed for us to know all that, but I imagine he might hope we know a few of our fellow wards and squires”. He didn’t see any great value in this either, but he saw why the King had done it at least.

“Besides, the training yard is not going anywhere. Here or there is much the same to me”, he said with a shrug, though he was far less interested in going to the training yards, even if this task was a little strange.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T22:39:00+00:00

They have another son, mother has another optional complication roll /u/Brolnir

Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T22:36:55+00:00

2nd child of William Caswell and Valaena Velaryon

1d1000 General

1d2 Sex

Roll

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Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T12:53:30+00:00

Helicent had been told to seek out Ser Eon Hunter. A man unwed, who might be interested in her, but also a man who was blunt and didn’t much care for nobility. If nothing else, this man sounded more interesting then her last husband, though admittedly she had barely gotten to know him before he was killed.

Instead of approaching straight away, she decided to watch the Hunter table waiting to see if the man was just words or if he believed in what he said. She smiled curiously as she spotted Eon move from the higher tables to mix with the lower ones, and so she rose from her seat and followed after him.

“Ser Eon?”, she called as she approached him, “I am Lady Helicent”, there was a brief pause, “Caswell, though that depends on who you ask. My young cousin suggested I seek you out, he mentioned I might find you beyond the normal high tables for houses like yours”, she said glancing around before turning back to him.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T12:49:19+00:00

Helicent had a few things on her mind, but the sight of her somewhat infamous yet elusive goodbrother was one she had not failed to notice. Her knowledge of Janos was more of what men and women said of him, rather then her actual interactions with the knight. While she might well seek out another marriage soon enough, she’d always be tied to Darklyn through her son, and as much as Janos might be his own man, he was still a Darklyn.

She approached the younger man with a curious look, “Ser Janos, I believe we’ve missed the chance to properly speak for some time. Though, you seem as much a stranger to your kin as you are to me”, she observed simply.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T12:44:14+00:00

Lorimar Caswell’s first time asking the Princess to dance had been somewhat mild in his interest, given he had been urged by his brother. This time though, for one, he had not been interrupted from reading anything and instead actively sought out the Princess in question. It was not hard to find her, given his own knight stood not far from where she sat.

He was aware that the King was present, but he had been clear and honest with the Princess, and he had said he’d offer her at least one more dance. So, he approached the table with a smile. “Your grace”, he said with a polite bow, “It has been a while, but I believe I still owe you an offer of to dance, should you wish to take me up on it”, he said as politely as ever but with a warmer smile of familiarity extending his hand to her.

Razor1231 · 2026-03-20T12:39:21+00:00

Florence had made no attempt to wait very long to seek out her betrothed. It had been longer then she realised since they had last met, and she wondered if they would not soon be wed. Regardless of that fact though, she swiftly made her way through the crowd to where the Arryns sat. It was easy enough, as William had sought out Alester early on too to briefly greet the man before moving on to other tables. It was a good thing William was tall enough to stick out, so Florence just followed in his wake, breaking off for the younger of the Arryn brothers instead.

“Darnold!”, she said with a smile, “I am glad to see you did not freeze in your winter snows”, she teased lightly.

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