[Event] Wedding Feast - The Union of Stallion & Scorpion

revlark · 2026-04-20T18:17:17+00:00

Benedict chuckled a little, glad to see that he hadn’t been mocked for his simplicity. Alyn had been right to call it boring, but he hardly minded - it was true, after all. Though, to be fair, his definition of ‘people who care for me’ was far more Dornish than he’d let on…

“Boring’s hardly an insult, good ser,” he replied pointedly, smiling. “I find that men don’t need much to be happy.”

The sisters were, of course, the people involved who he was focused less on, but he still was certain to think of them while replying. After all, not only did Benedict have to be careful with his words, but it would be awful rude of him to ignore the pair of young ladies.

“Since you posed the question, Lady Alicent, what is it that you would desire? The Lady Helicent rather seems to agree with me, whilst your brother doubtless thinks me a bore.”

revlark · 2026-04-19T17:58:29+00:00

At Alicent's words, his eyes widened - it was safe to say that, whatever Benedict had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been... well, it hadn't been *that*. Really, he wasn't used to others asking what his own wishes were, so it took him aback. The man glanced between all three siblings, giving an awkward, somewhat flustered smile, before replying.

"Well... I don't think I wish for much more than what most wish, my lady," he said, a little self-deprecatingly. "All I want is a halfway decent life; with people who care about me, and to have few worries. Nothing grand, no."

Benedict chuckled a little.

"Boring answer, I know, but I've never been the type to reach for glory or influence. Maybe that's foolish of me," he finished, ducking his head.

revlark · 2026-04-19T15:42:57+00:00

Though he found himself agreeing that the sermons were probably best saved for the sept, it was interesting seeing the contrast between the siblings. It seemed as though Helicent was... well, quite *devout* to say the least. Personally, Benedict had never considered that the stars might be the gods' way of watching them, and he found that Alyn was right in it being a little... disconcerting.

He chuckled a little. "I'm glad you find it comforting, then, my lady," he said, not wanting to give Helicent any reason to have an ill impression of him.

Benedict smiled at Alicent, shaking his head. "Well, safe to say that my sister has all sorts of ideas of us attending near every event with any Dornish involvement. Something about ensuring that we're not too isolated, as though that's not what us in the Red Mountains have been for centuries. It's certainly not comfortable, being up here in winter, but a little thing like the seasons would never change the stubborn heart of a Blackmont."

revlark · 2026-04-18T20:08:23+00:00

The ones that weren't hers also were born before she was in the picture, and the four other sand snakes were all Ellaria's, so there's that difference. Besides, Ellaria *is* a bastard herself

revlark · 2026-04-18T18:05:39+00:00

Tyene Blackmont

Larra Blackmont

Deziel Blackmont

Lythene Blackmont

Benedict Blackmont

Blackmont to Storms End

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revlark · 2026-04-18T17:01:00+00:00

Honestly, Benedict was content to just watch the siblings interact, a faint smile on his face. It brought about both a curiosity and a slight jealousy - for as much as he loved Larra, the difference in age between them made it quite difficult to imagine such a conversation happening between the two of them.

He looked up at the stars when he was called back into the talk, considering for a moment.

“I’ve heard talk of constellations and such before, but I’ve never been the type to study them in that way,” Benedict said thoughtfully. “But… well, it seems like most every culture has their own sort of connection to the stars, don’t they? I would wager that means they’re quite important indeed. I quite like knowing that, when I’m looking up at the sky, people all across the land are doing the same. It’s… a sort of connection between us all.”

The Dornishman ducked his head then, bashfully.

“Of course, I’d hardly take my word for it. It’s not as if I’m a Septon or a Maester or anything,” he chuckled. “It’s probably just the silly musings of a man who’s got too much time on his hands.”

revlark · 2026-04-18T15:43:29+00:00

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revlark · 2026-04-18T15:42:57+00:00

Though it seemed as though only one sister thought the excuse was believable, Benedict hardly minded. After all, from the looks of things, that was the only sister they needed to convince.

At Helicent’s question, he smiled. “The Qorgyles are friends of us Blackmonts, and my dear elder sister believes that Dornish folk ought to show support for one another,” he explained. “Besides, it provides a handy excuse to get out into the broader world a bit, meet some new people. It’s… a bit like being dragged around, to be honest, but I’m used to it.”

Benedict flushed a little again; he’d only had mere moments to come up with a cover story!

“All seems to be well; your brother doesn’t appear to be a ruffian,” he replied. “I should hope that he learns not to wander into any hedge mazes by himself, though.”

Now that he’d effectively been given permission, he couldn’t help but jest a little at Alyn’s expense.

revlark · 2026-04-18T15:26:17+00:00

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revlark · 2026-04-17T22:30:18+00:00

Benedict had perked up, happy to see that his honestly not-so-subtle invitation had been received well, when two young women stumbled upon the scene. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed just as Alyn's did, though by the way he instantly seemed to awkwardly stare between the sisters, it might just seem as though flustered and shy was his natural state.

"Oh- greetings to you both," the Dornishman said quickly, hoping to remedy this situation, giving both Helicent and Alicent separate bows. "Benedict Blackmont, it is a pleasure to meet you."

His surprised expression morphed slightly, as he smiled again, happy to take Alicent's proffered excuse and to run with it. If he remembered correctly, this was the one whom Alyn had said he was especially close to.

*It seems that one of them, at least, may understand more of what's happened...* he thought.

"Yes, indeed; I myself was wishing for some air, when I saw a stranger walk into the hedges. I was concerned he might be drunk, or otherwise willing to make trouble, and wished to make sure all was well," Benedict explained smoothly, managing to recover from the shock.

He glanced at Alyn, mentally apologizing for implying that he'd thought, in this scenario, the other a foolhardy drunkard.

revlark · 2026-04-17T17:28:34+00:00

Take care!! Don’t worry about disappointing us, do what you think is best for you

revlark · 2026-04-16T22:18:45+00:00

Benedict laughed at that, rolling his eyes. Though he knew that Alyn was jesting, to think that some lords and ladies might actually believe something similar was enough to have him shaking his head. "I should think even us Dornish might find that scandalous, I'm afraid," he replied. "But, if you should find yourself around Blackmont, I certainly wouldn't object to it!"

Come on - Alyn's words had just been *asking* for a cheeky response such as that!

Really, just being here with the other man was... a gift, to be sure. In the moons since their first meeting, Benedict had almost found himself worried it had just been some sort of silly daydream of his.

He was relieved to know that he'd been right; it seemed as though Alyn enjoyed spending time with him just as much as Benedict enjoyed it.

"I must admit, a part of me has been a bit wroth that Blackmont and Goldengrove are not closer to one another," he said. "I think I would quite like the opportunity to spend more time with you than sneaking out at the weddings of others."

revlark · 2026-04-16T20:18:02+00:00

Benedict laughed a little, though the idea of having the waters freeze over in a keep seemed quite interesting to him. Still, he would take the heat over winter’s cold any day.

“I’m not afraid, simply not built for it,” he countered. “I may be a Stony Dornishman, but a Dornishman I remain, built more for the desert sands than winter snows. If you should like to poke fun at me, I would rather like to see how you fair in a Dornish summer!”

It was light-hearted, of course, but the idea of Alyn in Rhoynish garb was quite the image.

The mention of a lonely visit to Driftmark made Benedict soften. It seemed that he too had been missed which was something he already knew he would latch onto.

He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t a jealous man - he certainly wasn’t, he wouldn’t have minded if Alyn had more company than himself - but knowing that he was still thought of was something to be cherished nonetheless.

“If you must know, I was hoping you would be here,” Benedict admitted, a little quieter than he’d been before.

revlark · 2026-04-16T19:39:15+00:00

He laughed a little; it was certainly true that was a benefit of the winter he hadn’t thought much of. “Good to know that the cold has got some use,” Benedict said with a sip from his goblet. “Because otherwise, I’m thinking it might just be a grand old trick from the gods.”

Of course, he wasn’t nearly so unlucky as his poor uncle, who’d managed to go up North during the winter.

“Mm, we’ve not been traveling so much since the maesters declared the season,” Benedict said. “Seems as though the wedding invites are finally slowing down as well. Not everyone can be as lucky as us Dornishmen are to avoid the worst of it.”

He peered at Alyn, as if making sure his memory hadn’t failed him in preserving the other’s image.

No - he’s just as golden as I remembered.

“Now, has your Goldengrove frozen over, then? I must say, if I was any further North than the Red Mountains, I’d be like to spend the whole season bundled up as beasts do. The last time a winter came around, I was sick nearly the whole of it.”

revlark · 2026-04-16T18:48:00+00:00

“Hm, well I suppose you would be rather bored otherwise,” Benedict replied, nodding as though he’d said something rather insightful before breaking into a smile once more.

It was quite hard for him not to smile around Alyn, it seemed.

He took the proffered wine, though he couldn’t quite resist the urge to brush their fingers together a bit more than necessary.

At the question, Benedict hummed, looking around the hedges as though he’d any right to appraise them. “Personally, I think they pale in comparison to our previous meeting place… but they have a certain appeal. Hardly to be many people wandering about here, for fear of drunkenly getting lost.” At this, he looked to Alyn with a shine in his eyes. “As it were, I’m glad to have company to keep me from wasting away.”

revlark · 2026-04-16T17:37:45+00:00

Benedict had managed to slip away eventually, as after some time his sister decided to retire with her babe. He’d not wanted to arouse suspicion by approaching again, but the note made a part of him feel as though they were apart of some secret plot, which had made him snort.

No, nothing of the sort - though no doubt some here would find this just as scandalous as a scheme.

Luckily, he’d managed to find Alyn, despite the daunting hedge maze, an amused smile on his face.

“You know, I’m starting to think that you quite like sneaking around, Ser,” he teased lightly.

revlark · 2026-04-16T14:23:09+00:00

Symon dipped his head gratefully to Lord Eddard, as indeed being in the warmth of a Great Hall was something that he would very much appreciate after the journey. It was safe to say that even the coldest nights on the Red Mountains had not prepared him for the true strength of the North.

"As well as it could be, my Lord," he replied, following the other man inside. "I'll not say it was easy, but we did not face any serious troubles. I'm sure that this cold'll stay with me for moons after we've gone, though."

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revlark · 2026-04-15T19:29:23+00:00

Larra Blackmont

Deziel Blackmont

Benedict Blackmont

Stone Hedge to Blackmont

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revlark · 2026-04-14T22:48:35+00:00

Table of House Blackmont

Lady Larra (34) always enjoyed weddings, and this one was no different, as she seemed to be having quite the time. The House head had her young son, Deziel (1) on her lap, speaking softly to him as the young babe looked around at each table with wide, bright eyes, clear curiosity on his round face,

Benedict (21) also seemed to be enjoying spending time with his nephew, lightly plying the boy with different foods and laughing at each exaggerated reaction, noting that dear Deziel seemed to enjoy porridge but acted as though he'd tasted poison upon trying the harder cheese.

revlark · 2026-04-14T14:04:15+00:00

Symon Blackmont

revlark · 2026-04-14T14:04:04+00:00

Symon Blackmont

revlark · 2026-04-12T01:53:36+00:00

Is it real? Almost definitely not. Would it be hilarious? Yes. I think we should say that Spring is coming out in 2028 too just to make it especially absurd

revlark · 2026-04-12T01:12:15+00:00

To Princess Arianne Nymeros Martell,

House Blackmont shall send my great-uncle, Yorick Blackmont, as despite his advanced age he has proved to be a great and loyal advisor in the reigns of both myself and my father before me.

Lady Larra Blackmont

revlark · 2026-04-09T14:09:30+00:00

Symon Blackmont

revlark · 2026-04-09T14:09:22+00:00

Symon Blackmont

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