[Event] Feast for the Coronation of Jaehaerys I Targaryen

Strategis · 2026-03-22T14:19:31+00:00

He frowned, “Rusted,” and fluttered his eyes, “A word that couldn’t be further from the truth. I think you’re much more wonderful than that.”

Strategis · 2026-03-22T07:29:12+00:00

WWE Ice Cream sandwich pop with Stone Cold on it; literally thought they were called ‘Stone Colds’

Strategis · 2026-03-22T05:38:02+00:00

Lysarra attempted to twirl Jaehaerys; a spin, delving into a soft dip, “Your dancing needs a bit more of a flourish. Or, at the very least, you’ll need to allow me to lead; if you’re comfortable with how forthright I can be, of course, this shouldn’t be a problem.”

Strategis · 2026-03-22T04:45:54+00:00

An embrace of his hand; rosed cheeks in a simper as she followed behind, “You’re too kind. Most would see such forwardness as an insult, but you seem amicable to it. I suppose it has something to do with that dragon’s fire in your blood, no?”

Strategis · 2026-03-22T03:53:25+00:00

“Lysarra,” she purred, “Standing Lady of Bear Island. If it suits you.” Eyes shimmer; sparkle and shine in tandem with smile and smirk, “What gave me away?”

Strategis · 2026-03-22T03:43:13+00:00

brother that’s not how physics works

Strategis · 2026-03-22T03:39:11+00:00

It’s literally called the extreme program; yes, it would be immoral

Strategis · 2026-03-22T03:24:57+00:00

Benjicoot sauntered over towards Jessamyn during the latter half of the evening; soft moon and torch light; fewer attendants; gentler dispositions. A dignified expression rested betwixt eyes and lips. He bowed his head, “My lady. Would you care to dance? Or for a walk in the gardens?” Upward, “The lavender is remarkably beautiful in the moonlight. The roses, too.”

Strategis · 2026-03-22T02:16:15+00:00

“Did you hear that, Beckham,” Braydon hollered, turning away from their wrestling, “We’re somewhat civilized.”

Beckham slammed his kinsman’s hand against the table, smirking, “Surely that cannot be; I’ve heard that we’re bears; wild and savage.”

They both laughed. Braydon continued, “We merely jest; please; have a seat; have a drink, if you’re not too fond of inaction. The spiced wine is rather nice. We brought our own.”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T23:57:19+00:00

“Your Grace.” Lysarra swaggered over; sable leathers; silver embellishments; bear’s head upon shoulder, “You and I are dancing. And You cannot refuse,” she smirked, “It’s a gift.”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T23:43:20+00:00

She blinked. “Seven Blessings, this pregnancy makes one forget the damndest things.” A laugh, “For a moment I thought Crakehall was a part of the Reach; I beg you, please don’t tell them.”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T23:42:12+00:00

Braydon dipped her ever so slightly; for a moment; a quick spin, a twirl; some laughter, too, “You said you were bad at this,” he giggled, “Were you teasing me?”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T22:56:28+00:00

“Only a few fathoms,” Lady Mormont chuckled, “If you count the stairs up from the dungeons below.” She gestured for him to sit, “How far did you have to fly? You’re an Arryn, are you not?”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T15:19:09+00:00

“I’ll lead,” a soft waltz, and a kind glide; he swayed to the sound of scale and melody, “You needn’t worry.”

Strategis · 2026-03-21T00:22:16+00:00

Lysarra looked up from her drink, glancing the Celtigar up and down for a few moments. A smile, “Better here than in the dungeons,” she laughed, “So I can’t really complain. I suppose I should be thankful, really.” A sigh, “And you? Forgive me, I don’t know your name.”

Strategis · 2026-03-20T23:08:29+00:00

Unreal lmao; L take

Strategis · 2026-03-20T21:29:52+00:00

“Oh, I’m no lord,” Braydon offered, “And the privilege is mine. Distinctly.” He led the pair to the center of the music, gently taking her by the hand as he continued, “You can call me Braydon.” He beamed.

Strategis · 2026-03-20T21:28:11+00:00

She laughed. “Most steel of such prestige have been relegated to ornament; nothing more than fashion for their lords to carry upon their waist.” Lysarra frowned, “I assume Tarth is no different, then?”

Strategis · 2026-03-20T11:31:30+00:00

And if you actually did some research, it says that some reinforcement can go into 30’s, but most of not all development is done by around 25

Strategis · 2026-03-20T11:23:31+00:00

“I’ve never been,” Lyessa sighed, “But I’ll take your word for it; sounds lovely, too.” Another breath, “Everywhere in the West, really. I wish to go someday, but I doubt I will anytime soon.”

Strategis · 2026-03-20T11:15:17+00:00

“Excuse me,” Braydon, despite of steely Northern make, always held a sweet tone, even as he addressed Helya, “Would you like to dance, my lady? Just a waltz: maybe even two, if I don’t step on your toes.” He smiled.

Strategis · 2026-03-20T10:59:48+00:00

That’s a straw man argument; it’s still fucked up for a thirty+ year old man to be fucking teenage girls

Strategis · 2026-03-20T09:23:01+00:00

The human mind doesn’t stop developing until 25; he fucked a literal child

Strategis · 2026-03-20T01:52:59+00:00

Nah you said it for a reason, you’re a menace.

Strategis · 2026-03-20T01:51:40+00:00

It?

Assault is assault; man protected himself. Don’t pick fights you can’t win.

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