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[Rise of Albion]

Storm's End





"I don't want to fight with you Astris!" Rylon exclaimed in frustration. "I didn't mean it as an insult and we both know that. Why are you treating me like I'm your enemy?"


"I'm not!" She protested, but then balked at her brother's ensuing stare. Her face fell and she looked out the window at the rushing waves far below, crashing against imposing rocks which had stood strong for countless centuries. A sigh passed her lips before she glanced back up at him, understanding clear in her eyes. She was still clenching her jaw though. Stubborn little thing, Rylon thought to himself and hid a smile. He couldn't remain upset with her for long. He loved her too much.


"I'm sorry, Rylon. I... I would say I don't know what came over me, but I do. It's just that I feel so useless right now. It's tearing me apart to be waiting here, wondering when we're going to get the news that father has been killed. I need to be out there on the field. Fighting to get him back. Not hoping for the best, not doing nothing. I feel like my emotions are just building up inside me and if I can't unleash that on someone, then I'm going to explode at everyone I meet. Plus, you were being an ass when dealing with me so it's partly your fault too." She added the last bit in the way of a joke, but he could tell she didn't mean it. Astris hated how he was leading their house.


"Go hunting then." Rylon tried to supply, unfamiliar with whatever his sister was going through. He had never felt the need to lash out a someone. To injure, maim or even kill. He despised weapons and the complete destruction that they caused. In his opinion, nothing good ever came out of a war. Everything should be dealt with through kindness. Anything else was mad. She was already shaking her head though.


"It won't help. I need to get him back." Astris replied. "You know, I wonder what those smug Targaryen bastards are doing at the moment. Probably throwing a party or something. Treating our father like shit and forgetting all about their own. Prince Renard probably already has his crown on his pretty little head. Hopefully, it won't get the chance to stay there."

 

[ajafueko]

When Maisie got to the kitchens there was a lot of chatter going about. ''What's up?'' she asked a maid near her. ''Another Targaryen has come!!'' the maid shouted at her. ''Another Targaryen??'' Maisie thought. She grabbed one of the many platters and returned to the hall and when she got there she saw the group around a white haired man, one of whom was Christopher. She judged the scene and began to serve the table a few meters away. If the chance arose she'd call Christopher over and ask him about this new member of the party. @Mikaera @TheSword

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine listens to the older Targaryen with an attentive face but she was laughing internally the man was clearly mad, but he believed in his delusion and belief was powerful so she'll go along with it. "Yes I too would like to know, Asshai is an incredibly dreary place for such beautiful creatures to be."

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher was a little taken back by Elaine's interest in Asshai and the Targaryen. She was quickly becoming one of his favorite people in Kings Landing. Whilst he thought his eyes wandered over to a black gown that he'd previously been unable to admire. It fitted the girl well and the more he looked the more he grew to like it.


Then he saw who was inside the dress.


He held eye contact for a second before darting his eyes back to the group out of embarrassment.


Unfortunately, Christopher being Christopher, he took a second to look back and make a mental note about how good Maisie looked in a dress.


Now I wonder how good she'd look without it...

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie smiled as Christopher ogled her and that in turn spurred her on to want to talk to him more. She continued to watch the group and would occasionally try and catch Christopher's eye whilst mouthing ''Come.'' when she caught it.