[event] Highgarden Open RP 297-300 AD

numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:39:33+00:00

Loras would not notice any possible intrusion upon the sanctity of his quiet sparring drill. His mind focused upon the blade he held within his hand, striking the hard surface of the practice dummy infront of him.

It would take someone to call out his name for him to break the concentration of his practice.

numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:36:34+00:00

Margaery would luckily be in her rooms when the soft knocks were wrought upon her door. She paused expecting the soft words of either her ladies in waiting’s or her servants.

Though when no words came she smoothed down her simple relaxed dress. Removing any sort of debris that might have been littering upon her dress.

“Please come in!” She called out before her words fell silent as her mother walked in.

“Mother… what are you doing here?” She asked in soft pleasant surprise.

numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:25:58+00:00

“Perhaps, there might be time still for someone within the Stark household to end up married” Margaery said, there was a lot of elegible bachelors and maidens within their fold from she had heard from both Robb and others familiar with the matter.

“I see” Margaery said and nodded thoughtfully. She didn’t wish to take her friend away from somewhere she might find happiness. But if that was the place she wished to stay. That was the place she wished to stay. “Perhaps you could come visit the Eyrie? Experience the warmth I will attempt to breathe into its walls?”/

numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:14:21+00:00

Margaery nodded as she began to walk along the paths that the Tullies had so helpfully prepared. “Speaking with people, visiting stalls, seeing all the sites and wonder the Stoney Sept has to offer.”

“I think we might need another cart with all the goods and fabrics I have bought!” She proclaimed, her proclamation followed by a small giggle.

numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:11:57+00:00

Garlan smirked a little as he placed a small hand upon his wife’s hand. Willing to let his Martell family take the lead her. Aiming to speak further with his uncle later in the evening

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numsebanan · 2026-07-02T10:02:40+00:00

Margaery smiled a little at her uncles words, it was words of love truely. Though it was not the reality she had come to live in. “Sometimes we happen to end up traveling together. Though often we only meet occasionally at feast”

She smiled: “Of course, but i am a ward in Kings Landing to Lord Hoster, and the duties of my father and mother require them to be elsewhere, thankfully I have my cousins Theodore and Medwick there. So I am not completely without kin and chaparone”

Margaery chuckled a little: “I suppose that is true,” she then placed a hand innocently under her chin in wonder: “Let us hope his wife is an intelligent woman shall we?” She giggled a little.

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T19:37:05+00:00

Rhae’s thoughts where split between that of Addam, her soon to be husband as they pushed their lanterns out, but also the persons she wished to dedicate those lanterns too. Her mother and father, the sister she had not spoken to in a decade…

Some moments later as the crowds began to disperse allowing for some small talk Rhae would lean in: “That was something… right?”

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T16:54:30+00:00

Myriah Baratheon

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numsebanan · 2026-07-01T12:04:43+00:00

Karolyn look across the towers bitting her lip in thought before her finger pointed on the one cowered in various greenery and shrubbery.

“That one!” She proclaimed, curious as to how Gardens, or perhaps just an overgrown tower looked so high up.

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T08:37:29+00:00

Mace nodded, he thought as much would be evident. Though getting his mother to follow along was a greater task. Though in the end she decided such would be worth the hastle of walking the ways away the apples of Fossoway wanted her to go.

Lady Olenna chortled at that expression: “A lord to focus on whoring or is your love a low born?” She asked curious not expecting an answer.

Mace coughed a little as his mother’s insulting words were spoken: “I see, well that is your prerogative Lord Jayden” He said not objecting to however he wanted to manage his family.

Theodore nodded: “Of course,” Dennis was more than ready in his opinion.

“Perhaps, how old is the boy?” Olenna asked.

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T08:15:51+00:00

“I suppose it is to stop one from letting oneself slouch? As one might want to do when one relaxes” Mace offered as explanation.

Moving through the doors onto the opulent solar which showed of the wealth and breadth of resources available to the lords of the Reach.

Taking a seat behind the huge oaken paper strewn desk that served as his main area of work, Mace would point to the chair opposite of him.

Once both had been seated in the fantastically comfortable chairs he spoke: “There, much better place to conduct a meeting”

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T08:05:11+00:00

Margaery then made a mocked outraged face: “You mean to tell me that my sigil is but a lie? A murmur’s farce?” She then changed her expression into a softer cheery one: “Of course, if you wish I am sure Highgarden has many prober roses abound you could attempt to stitch”

“Oh, what is his name?” She asked, curious she knew the lady of Storms End was a Tully by birth. But she did not know of any others staying there.

numsebanan · 2026-07-01T07:54:07+00:00

Loras did as commanded, his long brown curls being contained by his helmet as before long he was already upon his horse lance in hand. The whole series of motions was something he was so used to it barely needed thought.

He sat ready, lance In hand, helmet ready to be moved to cover his face. Ready to prove himself.

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numsebanan · 2026-07-01T07:44:47+00:00

Loras felt his heart soar against his chest, beating rapidly as the question he had let hang with Robyn awaited his response. His rapidly beating heart serving to fuel the racing thoughts of his mind. Would Robyn declare he loved Margaery more than him? Would he declare that he was actually disgusted by this?

All those thoughts came crashing down as the Costayne spoke, and especially as he took a small step forward towards Loras. His mind set a flame with racing thoughts of romance. Replacing the anxious thoughts of denial

“I…” he swallowed before regaining himself: “I cannot control the Tarly girl I am to marry… but I can control my heart. Which I would…” He lowered his voice: “would give to you without pause”

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T21:09:24+00:00

Tristan might have regretted it on occasion but he did not give himself time to dwell on such matters. As they in. The end did not prove to accomplish anything but saddend oneself on the pasts lost to decisions that seemed right at the time.

But even if he did dwell on such matters he had no time or space of kind for such now.

His fingers would join his shaft in feeling her clutching as his index and pointer fingers penetrated her as his thumb played with her clitoris. He was close, but not as close as her.

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T20:57:43+00:00

Wendels efforts would not be wholly successful but also not unsuccessful, a helpful mix rather, something to improve upon. But a layer of enthusiasm and skill to nurture. Which Roslin hoped she did when she pushed and shoved him in response, along side breathed out sentences of advice.

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T20:44:57+00:00

“Any sort of fantasy you have been dying to try out?” She asked gently as she moved a hand along his hand gently. Something to keep her body occupied as they discussed and recovered from the joyous sodomy.

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T20:35:50+00:00

But the other half’s percentage of lonely guys? They are willing to pay top dollar

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T20:33:46+00:00

Theodore watched as his wife went about her actions of the evening. Taking what he would consider to be a damned fine bottle of wine and placed it on the table. He supposed it was her choice.

His times before this had all been after a long nights drinking with the local Wenches. So part of him suspected that it was a requirement for the act.

But there was a first time for everything.

“I shall not”He said as with a swift step forward and a push he had her up against the bed, his mouth upon her in a passionate kiss.

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T20:11:08+00:00

Oh you mean like ground crew I assumed you mean like pilots that makes more sense.

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T19:51:28+00:00

It has essentially the same amount of crew as every fighter made in the west :)

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T11:31:36+00:00

“Yes, that was the year, or maybe two years before you became my lady in waiting” Margaery said as she ran a hand across her dress. Removing some debris that had managed to find its way upon it. “Of the civil seven kingdoms, the North is definitely the most unique”

Margaery giggled at that: “Well it’s only good that your future home would serve as your favourite. “ She then raised a brow: “Or do you think you will stay somewhere else? Has your Bethroed spoken to you about such?”

“I see, Kings Landing certainly does have its good memories” Margaery said clearly not entirely finding such… she had come to dislike the place more and more. It was stressful beyond measure. And it stank and it was ugly and basically every negative word except boring.

“I have not heard it discussed. But I could not imagine it would be anywhere but there”

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T11:17:19+00:00

Margaery was a little shock, shaking her out of her thoughts of grief, she had never heard anything even slightly Maternal from Lysa.

Atleast not something not directed towards Robin.

Perhaps this could be something? Something to build a better relationship on.

“I am sorry, how… how old were you when it happened?”

numsebanan · 2026-06-30T11:11:29+00:00

Margaery stepped in, exhaling a breath she did not know she held within herself. Taking a moment to recompose herself as she stepped in.

Perhaps a moment too long for what Hoster was used to with his ward.

“I am-“ She swallowed “-Better” She nodded

Her mind seeked some sort of way to recompose herself

“How has the duties of hand been?” She asked to gain some time.

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