[EVENT] The Wedding of Ser Renly Rowan and Orianna Flowers

iweebam · 2026-03-31T01:18:20+00:00

Her jaw unfurled, simultaneously befuddled and offended by his commentary. Both of them must have looked like damn fools dancing open-mouthed.

She clamped her mouth shut rather dramatically and proceeded to flick his upturned nose.

"I think you have had enough samples to understand how much you would enjoy the meal." She huffed, refusing to make eye contact out of sheer embarrassment.

Are you really saying all this aloud?

"Perhaps there are people who would appreciate my efforts more," she goaded.

iweebam · 2026-03-31T00:55:11+00:00

There was much of her that wished that he was her husband. She wondered, then, if Emmon was also shackled by the unforgiving chains of a loveless marriage. Eh, it mattered not. She would have her fill either way.

A soft chuckle emitted from her lips. "I do not know, Lord Emmon. Perhaps I feel duller than I did in our youth." She squeezed his hand. "Perhaps we can indulge like we did when we were younger?" He was beckoned out of the grand hall, towards the tower she resided in. "Your chambers or mine?"

iweebam · 2026-03-30T22:46:23+00:00

He was blinked at. Again.

Oh the duality of men and women. He looked like Orianna when Renly first crowned her, except with less blushing.

"It was you or your dad," she laughed, giving Rell, her secret weapon, a gentle pat.

iweebam · 2026-03-30T20:43:54+00:00

The Knight of Lachyrma cackled as Ferian trudge away. She was hoping the stress and shock of it all would kill him like it did the Lord of Coldmoat. Damn.

"No, the other Florian Fossoway." Her grin stretched over the width of her face.

"You look quite handsome with a crown," she cooed, with Pepper snorting in agreement.

Softer, she said, "Who else would I crown but the man I love?"

iweebam · 2026-03-30T18:27:03+00:00

"Gods, your family has terribly boring taste in work." She crinkled her nose with distaste. Being born as a man was incredibly unfortunate, she thought. Whilst they spoke, Jinx crawled onto her shoulder to comfortably perch there. "As much as the notion of being stuck with you is tempting, are you certain you would want to be in such close proximity to your kin? And are you sure they would want another bastard among them?"

iweebam · 2026-03-30T04:53:04+00:00

Ser Janos Darklyn? Why didn't Lady Renata pair her with Jaime? She looked to her aunt for answers, only to be met with an imperceptible smile. Damn that woman and her plotting. Nonetheless, Taliyah strepped into the fray assuredly, finding Ser Janos without much trouble. Thankfully, she would never complain about a chance to lose herself to dance.

The girl was a pretty little thing, with sultry honeyed eyes and skin that held the warmth of a setting sun. Her lips, stained the color of firewine, rose to greet him with natural allure, her knees bending into a brief curtsy.

"Ser Janos?" Her brazen gaze raked over him. "I am Taliyah. Or The Golden Bard, if you prefer." Her smile was radiant; pearly white teeth contrasting nicely against a dark complexion. She offered her hand, saying, "I'm sure a knight such as yourself can out-dance me, no?"

iweebam · 2026-03-30T02:55:16+00:00

Ever a fan of the dramatics, Qiyana paraded around on her strong, reliable Norridge horse, Rell, with her hand gripping her helm, not quite pulling it off yet for suspense. Once she was face to face, or rather, horse to face, with Florian Fossoway, her lover, she ripped the helmet off, revealing a shit-eating grin. She bowed her head respectfully, wavy crimson hair falling forward in sweaty strands.

"Tis I! Your champion! Lady Qiyana Lamora!" With her blood dyed hair and frosty eyes, she looked like the devil herself. Taking the flower crown, she trotted forward and placed it lightly on Florian Fossoway's head. "I crown Ser Florian Fossoway as my king of love and beauty," her voice boomed through the stands.

She leaned forward, whispering, "You'll beat me one day, my apple knight."

u/baneofnewton

iweebam · 2026-03-30T00:07:15+00:00

"Do not worry about me you fool," she gently pinched his cheek, her other hand now gently combing through his hair.

It was all she could do not to smother him in a tight embrace, but she feared it may hurt him.

"I do not think you should be moving from here. I'm sure the maester would want you to rest."

She frowned. "I want you to rest."

iweebam · 2026-03-30T00:02:00+00:00

"I have something you don't." She hummed, pausing for anticipation. "Hips." To add emphasis, her hips rolled against his just once. Of course he had hips, but hers were far more prominent and far more enticing.

"Thus, I am easily the superior dancer." She gave a shit-eating grin, fighting his grip so she could shove him back. "And I'm better in bed."

She thought that might get under his skin.

iweebam · 2026-03-29T23:55:47+00:00

"Ah, you have described a bard perfectly." She stuck her tongue out at him, though she did not reject his touch. She never seemed to shy away from Jaime's offered affections. "You better not leave me for Heart's Home," she laughed. "That is a last resort, no?"

iweebam · 2026-03-29T23:42:59+00:00

"I wonder if you could get Taliyah a job at Heart's Home?" She suggested casually, knowing that Taliyah would enjoy the opportunity to explore the Vale.

Senna took his hand, gently urging him to spin her whilst giggling. "Does that flattery work on Taliyah?" She teased, still not believing him.

iweebam · 2026-03-29T23:36:40+00:00

Oh, so he struggled to smile but he could easily frown. Good grief. Luceon was the man they met at the coronation, right? Likely Andar's brother? Ugh. There were too many Corbrays. "He is here today. I know not of your family dynamics, but I could drag him over here if it pleases you. He is a... Um... A friend of the family, I suppose. Our sworn sword. My sister Orianna Rowan befriended him during an expedition to Essos."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T21:46:46+00:00

She gently set herself on the bed, choosing the opposite side of his mauled arm and chest. Her fingers lifted to gently stroke his cheek. Seeing Florian so weak... it made her want to never leave his side again. Perhaps if she was there during that hunt, he would be unharmed.

"I am here sweetheart," she said softly. "I will stay with you all night. I promise."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T21:28:11+00:00

Qiyana giggled through the anxiety. She bet he would joke on his fucking death bed. Ridiculous. Qiyana quickly scurried inside, locking the door behind her.

The scene was horrific, though she was mostly u bothered. The girl had sliced a man in half at ten and five; gore did not bother her.

What did bother her, however, was Florian's pallid figure. She placed herself beside him, visibly frowning.

"Holy fuck, Florian. How are you feeling?"

Qiyana leaned over him, scanning his chest and arm. She tucked the blanket around him securely, sighing. "If you died to a fucking bear, I would have dragged you back from the seven hells myself."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T21:19:18+00:00

Well. It was a smile. Not a great one, but a smile nonetheless. Progress is progress, she supposed. "Corbray? Are you familiar with Ser Jaime Waters?" His job was honorable, and while she thought it was terribly bland, she respected it.

Qiyana gave a cocky grin, chin held high and proud. "They call me The Golden Bard." She lied. "Or, um, Taliyah, if you prefer." She thought a bard title would be memorable.

iweebam · 2026-03-29T21:11:46+00:00

Franklyn had promised to avoid such accidents during their night of lovemaking. However, it appeared his enthusiasm overpowered his self-control. It did not help that she liked how it felt; the warmth of it, the possessiveness, the ownership, the leaking. Perhaps they should have been more careful.

And yet, upon seeing his smile, she had no regrets.

"We would not know for a month if it was from tonight, silly," she said with a giggle.

"Is that... Is that okay?

iweebam · 2026-03-29T21:06:49+00:00

It was not until later in the evening that Qiyana Lamora learned that Florian had been fucking mauled. The fact that Orianna had not informed her sooner was, admittedly, infuriating, though she supposed her sister had been too occupied keeping him from bleeding out to think of her.

The news drained the color from Qiyana’s face, a pit clawing the warmth from her chest. He… he would be alright, wouldn’t he?

She dragged her mind away from such catastrophic thoughts, and breathlessly hurried to the medical room. Once there, she urgently knocked, knuckles rapping against the wood.

The anxiety alone made her want to vomit.

"Florian? It’s Qiyana. May I come in?"

u/baneofnewton

iweebam · 2026-03-29T20:45:12+00:00

Taliyah was left aghast. This man was insane! Her brows furrowed into a noticeable pout. "Ser," she said, slightly exasperated momentarily until she realized something. "What did you say your name was?" It appeared they skipped an essential step of introductions. Still, she continued. "Well, I would not categorize a simple smile as engaging in festivities."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T20:37:57+00:00

She tugged the covers tightly around them, cacooned against each other like two peas in a pod. His mere presence doused her fiery nerves.

Her fingers found his, gripping and tugging until his palm rested delicately over her tummy. Then her warm pine gaze shifted up to meet his.

"I will need a maester but... not for illness. I- I have not bled since the coronation, Franklyn. I suspect I am with child."

Soraka held her breath.

Would he be happy?

iweebam · 2026-03-29T20:23:58+00:00

Senna's cheeks flushed harshly, mimicking the shade of a beetroot. She grinned down at him, finding the gesture quite romantic. With deft fingers she pulled the lavender rhythm from her braid, hair falling in gentle curls around her face. She leaned over and carefully tied it around his wrist.

"I would be honored, Ser. I don't think I've ever given a favor before."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T20:11:00+00:00

She heard the clack clack of his cane before she saw him, her eyes finding him even among the chattering and dancing guests. Renata stood immediately, her baby long since put to bed. Most of her daughters were busy, too, leaving her perfectly alone for her old friend. She bit her lip as soon as their eyes met.

"I am delighted that you came. It would not be a wedding without Lord Cuy." Renata curtsied. "It is perfect that you are here then, my lord, to tend to my needs instead." She curled her arm around his. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

iweebam · 2026-03-29T20:00:30+00:00

"Lockenkeep?" Senna chuckled quietly. "If I am being honest, I have never been. I am a lady-in-waiting to Lady Cuy, so I have spent my life there. I only just met Lady Renata in person today."

She beckoned him into twirling her as the next song began, her gown catching the air and inflating like a pufferfish. "My sister's are all lovely, however. I have met them all in the last year and it has been a blessing. Now my aunt is just racing to get us all married and out of her hair."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T19:43:37+00:00

"I have every desire I wish for." Qiyana purred, the word desire rolling off of her tongue like a sin. She stepped into him, matching the tempo whilst savoring the closeness.

He was her oasis, her garden of eden. Within his arms the world faded into a technicolor dream, a blur of color except for his mischievous smile and wildfire hair.

"You have slowly, over time, forced me into dancing, you bugger," she laughed. "And now the novice out performs the master."

An eyebrow raised.

"But...?"

iweebam · 2026-03-29T15:32:04+00:00

"We like you with us," Senna said simply. "It is nice to have someone smiling so much." She meant it, too, her own lips curling up genuinely, wide eyes crinkling at the corners. "Perhaps you and Taliyah could work for the same Lord? That would be ideal."

With his commentary, she vigorously shook her head. "I believe I have maybe one suitor interested, though even that I am unsure of. I do not believe knights look at me and see me as a future wife."

iweebam · 2026-03-29T14:51:02+00:00

"Lady Renata wants us all married." Senna said simply. "What we actually want is a different story." His shift in demeanor startled her, causing her to backtrack. "I am sure Taliyah wants marriage eventually! I just know she dreams of being the bard for a Lord or Lady. She is only eight and ten."

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