Fandom A Game Of Thrones (GoT/ASoIaF RP)

[ajafueko]

Maisie almost jumped back when she felt his dagger press into her side but she didn't and instead kept her eyes locked on his and listened to what he had to say. He was cold, calculating and it would seem unafraid of death be it his own or that of another and Maisie found herself liking that in the weirdest of ways. He, like her, was different: a new breed of person and she knew that he would kill her on the spot if she didn't give him a good enough reason to leave her alive. He could kill her and be rewarded whilst if she killed him she would likely be executed. She realised she had another option that would still carry most of the benefits having him as a slave would have. She brought her face even closer to his as she lowered her blade. ''Then how about we don't kill each other and perchance do something more enjoyable with our time...'' she kissed him then. She had kissed a few of her maids before as they had generally been the only people about, but this was the first time she'd kissed a man. She moved his dagger away from her body with her right hand and pulled herself in closer to him after.

 

[jole875]

Baveron slowly ducked his head under the small door to the large storage room. It was filled with beds and furniture, almost nothing of worth to him. "Boro get our men in here immediately, clear out the other two rooms as well, we should fit them in easily," Baveron said with a mutter as he made his way to another door with a squeak it opened and within was a large emptiness, a large closet. Within twenty minutes of his men arriving the three rooms were emptied of beds and racks for equipment and foot-chests for personal items. "Is there a bed for everyone in the rooms," Baveron asked Horo. "We have just enough," Horo answered back slowly. Baveron pondered his common tongue for a suitable answer and spoke,"Get everyone into their formal clothing, if they have none check the...area for them but don't steal it check the chests and dr-......awers."


After slipping on his more formal clothing he slowly decided what to take, looking over at his saddle bag he knew he had to wear his most formal weapon. This weapon was one he only wore three times before, slipping his hand past his hatchet he gripped the smooth pommel of a sword, slowly he slipped it and the scabbard out of the bag. His men began eying his actions as he slowly drew the sword from scabbard, a smooth blade writhed with a dark black color all the way around in small lines. Claw of King Bear was the name of this two and a half foot long Valyrian blade, a final legacy of a long lost family.


Stepping out of the room he walked with a gentle pace as him and twenty of his men made their way to the throne room.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher was taken back by Maisies move but quickly began to enjoy the kiss. He allowed her t move Vexed from her person and he sheathed it once more. He slowly took her in his arms and held her.


He questioned whether she was actually a Stark. She wore maid clothing and was far from home. Yet, she had a way about her that made him feel as if he'd found a kindred spirit.


She, like him, was tactful but too kind but he could use such a person in his plans to come. He pulled her closer, pushing her body into his. There hadn't been many moments for intimacy in his life (unless you count those nights listening to some of the Night's watch enjoy the company of their brothers), but he enjoyed this one whilst it lasted.


He ended the kiss and stepped back a moment, still holding her.


''Well that was...fun. You have your uses it would seem. So, I propose an alliance. I won't rat you out and you help me every so often. Deal?'' Christopher held himself back. He wanted to lean forward and kiss her again. There was no reason not too. He should have.


No, don't get attached. Use her. Use them all or be used. That is your life. You don't get to be happy.


Not you.


He realised he was still holding her so he let go, slowly retracting his arms from her.

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie stepped forward when Christopher let go of her and she saw sadness in his eyes. ''Deal. Now all we need is to seal it.'' she rose up and kissed him again. She let herself linger on his lips before the sudden realisation that she had been gone too long came over her, she pulled away. ''I'll be seeing you soon enough Christopher. Until then...'' she said sheathing Red Morning and exiting the room. She ran back to the kitchens and continued preparing the feast but she felt him, his arms, his lips still on her and she liked it. ''Unexpected but welcome...very welcome.'' she thought.

 

[TheSword]

"What is it Dane?" Renard asked as the thin, pale man approached him. Renard was on his way to the throne room to check in on everything before the feast begun. Dane Sunglass smiled a sly smile. His smile was always sly; Renard didn't know why. Renard had known the man for most of his life, but, only by name. It wasn't until his father's death that the two actually spoke to one another.


"Your grace, I was hoping we could chat after the feast. You, I, and the other councilmen must speak of matters that we had no time to discuss this afternoon." He said, his sly smile still planted on his face.


Renard thought to himself for a moment before he looked at Dane. "Alright, I will be there. I suppose that we'll be speaking about such matters as Myron Baratheon, and the like?" Renard asked him as the two crossed a corridor.


Dane nodded quickly. "And House Stark, and House Greyjoy, and most importantly- House Tyrell."


Renard stared at him and only replied with a nod. Dane bowed and frolicked away. Renard didn't trust the man, in-fact; he didn't trust anyone on his father's small council.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher composed himself for a few minutes.


Kings Landing is definitely different to the Reach...


He left the room and found his way back to his quarters. He asked the guard to inform him if the feast began or if his brother was seen before going into the their room and relaxing.


Why can't I get her out of my head? Am I surprised? Shocked? ...one of those two I bet.


He grabbed Strike from his bed and began to practice whilst he waited in the hope that it took his mind off her.


Unfortunately he would occasionally lower Strike and look outside, hoping he would see her out there somewhere.


Whatever the Stark girl had done to him, he didn't like it.

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine hurried to her chambers where a dark haired servant girl-Wanda,Wicked Wanda had a wonderful tongue; Elaine spent many a nights exploring what that agile tongue could do- was making Elaine's bed, when Wanda notices Elaine she blushed. Elaine smirks shutting the door tightly, and walks towards Wanda, her hips swinging slightly and Wanda follows Elaine's movements with her eyes licking her lips.


"Wanda, my sweet wicked little Wanda." Elaine croons pushing the servant girl onto the bed into a sitting position. Elaine hikes her skirts up and sits on Wanda's lap and takes her lips, she could feel a slow burn start under her belly button and move down towards her sex. They kiss for awhile Elaine's hands tangled in the girls hair as the girl in turn moves her hands over Elaine's body. It goes on for awhile before the girls break apart gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Elaine moves off of her and Wanda whimpers trying to reel her back in.


"Don't worry my sweet, I have never left you wanting for long but I must get ready for the feast and I have a job for you." Elaine pets her hair Wanda's eyes closing. The servant had been hers for five years, Wanda was extremely loyal and sneaky Elaine knew she was perfect for the task.


"The Prince has hired a group of barbarians to protect him and the city and I find myself interested in them, especially the leader, I will offer you as a servant, and I need you to keep watch and report back to me. Do not go through his stuff to not try to eavesdrop-not just yet anyway; just keep watch, do as he says, and report back to me." Wanda nods "Now come, help me dress." Elaine smiles sweetly.


Ten minutes later freshly perfumed in jasmine, Elaine heads down the hall in one of her favorite gowns- an elegant piece she had yet to wear, it fit her nicely hugging her curves. With her hair in golden waves around her face and the dress blatantly in her house colors, it would be hard for them to forget that she wasn't a simple minded summer girl- but a lioness.

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((Because I'm not as apt to clothing descriptions as RR Martin))


 
Elaine was near the throne room when she saw about twenty or so of the barbarians making their way two, she speed up, her heart hammered in her chest as she began to approach what she seemed to be the leader. She was scared sure but the curiosity of getting to know someone so foreign was much stronger. She was almost there-the leader, she was dying to know his name, still hadn't noticed her- when two of the men-they looked alike, she assumed they were brothers- blocked her path with stony expressions.


" Hello, I would like to speak with your leader." She was definitely nervous but her voice didn't show it.


@jole875

 

[Rise of Albion]

"You're letting your hatred blind you Astris." Rylon announced as he approached his younger sister. She was sitting on the ledge of an open window in one of Storm End's most prominent towers, gaze fixed on the raging waters a hundred metres below. Their small meeting had ended only a short time ago after Astris had stormed out of the room when her opinion had been shot down by Rylon. He had known that the others were beginning to agree with her, yet he was not willing to go so far, to be so cruel. Of course, he hadn't wanted to upset Astris but he had had no other choice. He wanted to protect her, more than anything else, but in that instance, his only choice was shut her down.


Now though, her anger seemed to have mostly disappeared. She didn't even turn to face him when he arrived. The wind was strong and whipped stray hairs across her face, but she didn't appear to mind. Her thoughts had obviously been elsewhere, and a string of worry hit his heart. He frowned and moved over to sit with her, back leaning against the opposite side of the window. "I want you to know, everything will be okay. We will make it through this. All of us."


"How can you say that?" Astris demanded, her anger appearing again. It never failed to surprise Rylon just how fast her emotions could change, and so drastically. Her arms crossed over her stomach and she turned her full attention to her older brother. "This is Westeros, Rylon. Nothing is ever simple here. We have seven kingdoms barely held together under one ruler. Now that he's dead, everything is going to change. Father is going to be right in the middle of it. The Targaryens have a hold over us that we don't have over them. They have our father. Our head of house. Right in their darned grasp. We can't bargain anything, we can't trade and we will not bow down to those bastards and let them walk all over us. Why can't you understand me?"


"Because war is not the answer, Astris." Rylon insisted. "We need to reason with the Targaryens, not jump down their necks. You have only suggested ignoring them and their grieving at the moment, but I know you too well." He smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, intending to be as gentle and comforting as possible. "You will come to the conclusion of war. There is never - and has never been - any intention within you to do things quietly. Diplomacy is my forte. Yours is of a more violent nature. We can get through this together without any bloodshed. I have hope that Westeros does not need to fall into war. I believe that times are changing."


"Of course you do, Rylon. Nothing ever scares you. You never fail to the seek a brighter side of things and I believe that will be your downfall. We have to do what is necessary. Brother, I ask you - and give me your honest opinion - what would the Targaryens have done if we had decided to hold their father hostage? You say that Prince Renard is a reasonable man but how well do you truly know him? Have you never heard that Targaryens have a temper as violent and prominent as a raging fire? We would already be at war now. It is only because we are more civilized that Kings Landing is not in shambles."


"A raging temper?"Rylon chuckled slightly. "Does that remind you of anyone we know?"


Astris' eyes hardened and she glared at her brother as though he had just delivered the worst insult of her life. "Do not compare me to those filthy, inbred bastards."

 

[Gospeller]

Hnnng ... The large man groaned loudly as he scrambled to his feet, dirt smeared and caked on his face and armor. Since the time at the tavern, he must have gotten a tad' too rowdy, and passed out in the bloody barn. Whilst it was not the most exemplary exit, he felt glad that as far as reputation went, his twin brother Christopher was entirely responsible. Another loud groan bellowed from his throat as he whipped his hands against the air, dirt flinging off them like splatter from a recently-used blade. Putting both hands on his waist, he stood there for a few seconds, attempting to recover both in mind and body as he stared aimlessly at the ground around him. Seems like that wasn't the only time I fell. Imprints of his frame were found all over the place. With a long, drawn out sigh, he made his way to the tavern. Here, he would clean up and withdraw his armaments.


Shortly after, he made his way towards his brother as quickly as he could, finding him through the typical means; asking guards and retracing his steps. Seemingly, Christopher had not been seen for a short while, and Kross felt a fiery fury spin in his chest. If he has fallen pray to one of these toxic court-games ... but he should be smarter than that. Eventually, he found his brother absent-minded, swinging his blade about half-heartedly.


"You swing like a pregnant cat on a summer afternoon, idly swatting at a bloody butterfly. Something troubling you, brother?"


Brothers - it's something that you are for, very much, a lifetime, and the two of them could easily distinguish between each others moods. Kross knew how rare it was for his brother to not look ... well, so confident and full of himself all the time. A small grin formed on his face as the thought crossed his mind.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher turned when he heard his brothers voice but did not lower his blade. Instead, he swung it just short of Kross so that it was between them.


''Troubling, no. It's complicated, but I think I've found us a rather daring ally already.''


She's also beautiful and soft and....


Christopher collected his thoughts.


''Anyway, time for you to get dressed for the feast!'' he sheathed Strike and pointed to Krosses bed where his outfit had been laid out.


''Feel free to make alterations but NO BIG WEAPONS! It's customary for Lord's to leave their weapons behind when attending a feast from the king.''


Christopher contemplated handing Kross Vexed but the man would shatter it if he was to use it.

 

[Gospeller]

Kross does not move an inch as Christopher swings his blade betwix the two men. Shaking his head side to side, his grin grows. "Whatever you say, brother. But it is unbecoming of you to have your mind wander." His shoulders raised and fell lightly in a shrug before giving his twin a firm nod in response, but his expression fell into disbelief as he mentioned the lack of armaments allowed. "...Really? Bloody really? Fine. Fine. Alright." Both of his hands went up in a form of surrender as he walked to grab his clothing, muttering curses lowly to himself.


This 'feast' better be bloody worth it ...

 

[ajafueko]

The feast had been mostly prepared now so Maisie returned to her shared quarters to change after she was told to look presentable. Usually this meant she would wear a nice dress and generally show less of her skin but she wanted to actually look pretty this time so she dove into her secret sack of belongings to find a fitting dress. It wasn't the most glamourise thing she had but as she couldn't go out there dressed like royalty, this would have to do. She asked some of her fellow maids to help her tie her hair up and generally look more presentable and with their help the stains and hardship from working in the kitchen left her, leaving her looks as she had when she was at Winterfell. She smiled at her reflection. ''Let's see what those nobles think of me now.'' she thought But she wasn't dressing like this for al the nobles, just one. She hid Red Morning under her bed and covered it with blankets and the like as if anyone found it they'd probably realise that she wasn't who she said she was.

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[TheSword]

"Thank you." Renard said to the servant as he poured a red wine originating from Dorne into his cup. If Renard had to pick the thing he adored the most about Dorne, it would definitely be their skill in producing such tasteful wines. He didn't drink too often, but, he knew how to appreciate good wine.


Renard sat at a long table at the top of the large hall where they were holding the feast. Usually they would hold the feasts in the gardens; but, that was only during the peak of Summer- when the weather was at its best.


People were flooding through the doors of the hall, and taking their places at their assigned tables. All the nobles of King's Landing, and all the important figures were to attend this feast. Along with The Tyrells and their host, who had yet to arrive. The hall was very, very, very large and would accommodate everyone who would be attending, while probably having some room left over as well.


"Hello Renard." Effy said as she took a seat beside him. She was wearing a gown of black an' red colours. "Sister." Renard nodded at her as he took a sip of the red wine. He wore a black jerkin with the words of House Targaryen sowed on; 'Fire And Blood'. He didn't have his crown on- and he'd refuse to put it on until he actually became king. As of now he was still just a prince, even if people didn't treat him like one.


The servant returned to pour wine into Effy's cup. She thanked him and took a sip. "I rather some ale." She mumbled after taking a large gulp of the wine. Renard laughed, hard. "I'm sure they'll be serving some ale later. Although I do think a princess should stick to wine." He said softly as the two drank together.


"A princess should stick to whatever she wishes to stick to." She said jokingly.

 

[CAP Ireland]

The guard banged on the chamber door and Christopher sprung into action, making sure the gift was on him before he left.


''Right, let's get going!'' Christopher marched out of their room and towards the feast. He then realised he didn't know where the feast was and quickly asked a pair of guards to bring him to it.


Once he arrived Christopher took a second to compose himself before entering the hall.


When ready, he strode in, his posture perfect and his head held high. He approached the Targaryen's and bowed his head to them.


''My lord, princess, it's an honour to be here in your presence and an even bigger honour for me to be able to say I feast amongst friends tonight.'' Christopher grabbed the gift and lifted it into view.


''Now, this is just a small token of our gratitude for hosting us and also a show of our support for you to become king.'' Christopher pulled the cloth away to reveal a golden crown. In it's front there was a dragon's head that dropped down a little. On it's sides were the two other embroidered dragon heads. All three had jewels for eyes but the two on the side of the crown held roses in their jaws. The crown was jagged at it's top in the style of dragons teeth; large up front but slowly lessened as they went further back.


''I know you will do your father proud.'' Christopher said, holding the crown out for Renard to take.

 

[Gospeller]

Kross was feeling cross. His twin had dared force him into this fragile, light clothing that made him feel like a naked whelp in winter. But it was not that which bothered the large man the most - not by far. It was the fact that he was now surrounded in the literal embodiment of all that he despised; the nobles and the courtmen, attending the dinner for their own indirect and ambitious purposes. The dinner itself? It could stand, though a tad' grandiose and wasteful. What he truly resented was the ulterior motives of all whom had come here. T'was not solely to congratulate the King, but rather to gain his respects for use later, to side with other houses, to whisper behind deaf ears. Shaking his head left and right, Kross could not help but disagree with this expected fundamental of a large gathering. Can we not simply congratulate the poor bastard, mourn his father and be done with it? The sod lost a Father - a bastard of a Father, but a Father nonetheless. Let him mourn before you unsheathe your tongues.





Only a few steps behind Christoper, Kross made his way towards the soon-to-come King and bowed his head in respect towards him. As Christopher unveiled the gift, he could not help but feel a sense of disgust and wonder towards it. A family could feed for a life-time with the coins it took to create, yet, its craftsmanship was of uttermost excellency. However, Kross felt his brother to be too overambitious. Like hell he'd wear that, when he has the crown of his own Father to weight down his shoulders. Despite this, it was more a symbol of trust between the houses than an actual gift meant for use. Or at the very least, that is how Kross saw it when he had agreed with his brother to deliver such a gift.

 

[ajafueko]

When Maisie arrived in the kitchen they handed her a plate of small meats and shoved her towards the main hall. As she walked she realised that she had stupidly made herself perhaps a little bit too pretty as she stood out from the other maids. She walked around the hall offering the lords and ladies whatever was on her plate and trying to act her part before she noticed Christopher and his brother talking to the Targaryens. She didn't like the way the princess was looking at him and she almost walked over to offer them food but her senses came back to her before she did, so she walked over to the other side of the hall far away from the Targaryen and him. ''What's going on with me?'' she thought to herself. She had never been that stupid before but she had almost blown her cover over a man she was supposed to be using but clearly something else was going on with her concerning him. She returned to the kitchen to get another platter of food, this time getting a jug of ale. It reminded her of home and she liked that, so she returned to the hall and continued to serve occasionally peering over at Christopher, his brother and the Targaryens.

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine sighs she wasn't getting passed those guards. She gives them a small bow and continues down the hall. Almost everyone was there. She passes a unusually pretty wearing a simple but elegant dress who was offering drinks to the other guest. It was strange that the servant was wearing such a thing bit she dismissed it the girl was pretty she could have easily been some lord's mistress. Nonetheless Elaine grabs a cup of wine from the servants and give her a smile eyes wandering up and down the servant's body suggestively. She really was pretty to bad she was already spoken for. Elaine sips her wine carefully- she was a bit of a lightweight- and leans against a wall surveying the not quite read to join the feast. @anyone


((also on a phone so sorry about grammar))

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie approached a lady who had just entered the hall instinctively and was a few meters away before she realised the mistake she had just made. The blond hair and red and yellow garments made it very clear that this was a Lannister. She continued to approach her with false confidence before she realised she had nothing to fear; she was a maid and the Lannister had more important things to worry about that slightly better looking maids. ''Can I get you anything ´mam?'' Maisie asked, courting a little as she did so. ''Bloody hell shes hot!!!'' she thought to herself.

 

[jole875]

The entire company of the Ghost's Steel sat at the table eating like crazed beasts and drinking like a canyon being flooded by the ocean. Baveron was observing the others of the table as if they were chess pieces on a board ready to be slain.


(Have to go to football practice sorry for such a small post be back later)

 

[TheSword]

Renard smiled as he took the crown.


"What a magnificent piece of craft." He said as he examined the crown. It was beautiful, truly. "Lord Christopher, I thank you for giving me such a gift. Please, will you and your brother take a seat?" Renard continued, as he examined the crown even further. It was such a nice gesture for The Tyrells to present him with such a wonderful item.


Effy gave a thin smile as Christopher gave her brother the crown. It was a dazzling gift, although Christopher wouldn't be able to wear it- he has to wear their father's crown, as was tradition. She took a sip of her wine as The Tyrell brothers took their seats.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher walked over to a pair of empty seats on the same row as the Targaryens and sat down. He could see many of the courtiers from here. He liked that. It was a position of power and illustrated exactly who was who socially. Those that were deemed important sat to his sides, their proximity to the king indicating their own position to power.


The maids ran around serving drinks and what the fuck is she doing here?!?!


Christopher panicked slightly when he saw Maisie talking to the Lannister girl. There was nothing he could do though. If he showed interest in the girl those who wanted to take advantage of him would push for information on her.


He sat back and tried to relax, making small talk with those around him, but his eyes flitted over at her almost constantly. He didn't want to take action but he had a plan in mind if he needed to.

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine had drunk almost the entire glass of by the time a pretty servant approched her and asked if she could get Elaine anything. Elaine smiles eyes lingering on the girls face and chest.


"Your name would be nice." her eyes wide and innocent but a smirk playing on her lips.

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie had prepared for this type of situation months in advance. ''I'm no one really your grace, but if you'd like my name, it's Grace your grace.'' Maisie nodded her head quickly. The name grace made her seem idiotic and casual, two things she desperately wanted to come across as. ''Can I get you some more?'' Maisie asked the Lannister when she saw her cup was almost empty.

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine gives a tinkling laugh at the name and shifts closer but still remaining aware of the eyes around her. " With a face like that how could you say that? Such intelligent eyes and skin clearly well cared for; you're someone but secrets are friends so I'll let you keep yours. I'll pass on the wine." Elaine reaches out and gives her a friendly caress on the face that lingers a bit longer than necessary before walking away. Towards The Tyrell brothers wanting to introduce herself to the Prince's honored guest.


@CAP Ireland


@Gospeller

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher tensed when he saw the Lannister touch Maisie and almost got up to approach the two but when she left her and came to approach him he relaxed. He smiled at her as she approached and stood.


''Now, don't tell me, you're Lady Elaine Lannister. I've heard many a song about your looks. So refreshing to find that they were true.'' Christopher held eye contact for a second before bowing a little to Elaine.


''I am Christopher of house Tyrell and this...'' Christopher let his brother introduce himself. He wasn't in the mood of belittling him right now.