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The large man could not possible be more uncomfortable at this moment - he clearly did not enjoy standing in such clothes, and it was shown by his mannerism; whilst stood proudly, his expression and ways of heaving himself was still that of a ... common man. Whenever he reached for a cup, he almost snatched it from the waiter, he drunk his wine a tad' too quickly, and was socially frozen in the talk of politics. Kross rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb awkwardly before looking up, seeing Elaine approach them in a graceful manner.


With his elbow, he'd nudge Christopher before lowly whispering. "Oi', you know I won't be able to handle this. The last thing I want is our house to come across as uneducated savages." And, whilst that was not what Kross truly was, it was what he seemed to be interpreted as. As the woman approached, he simply gave a half-hearted smile and a robotic compliment, taught to him by his more suave brother. "Greetings, miss. You look wonderful." With that mention, he'd bow his head towards her in a demonstration of respect. Despite the fact that the comment was robotic and perhaps somewhat rigid, he truly did mean what he said; there was an awfully vast amount of beauties patrolling the hall, and Kross found it hard to control himself. "What'd be yer'-..." he clears his throat. "Please, introduce yourse-..." Mid-sentence, his brother announced her, and Kross gave a nod in acknowledgement. "Y-Yes, indeed. I am Kross Tyrell. Pleasure." He was clearly somewhat shifty.
 
" You flatter me." She met Christopher's eyes before looking in amusement Kross' rehearsed compliment giving a slight curtsy. "I do hope you don't mind if I join you." She sits down before she received an answer she would be sitting right across from the brothers. She didn't know much about House Tyrell besides what was commonly known. They were rich unbelievably so and of course the rivalry between them and House Martell; Kross had quite the reputation for thinking with his cock when drunk and the oldest was said to have served a time on the wall for murder. Not the best for allies but she would take what she could get. She butters a piece of bread "So tell me more about your house."
 
Shaking his head left and right, Kross took a stand almost as quickly as the woman sat down. "It is a pleasure, of course, but I must be going." Giving a nod to his brother, he nervously shuffled away. "The ... horses must be tended. T'is a special breed, y'se-... You see." With another firm nod, he made his way out of the great hall, leaving his brother with an apologetic look on his face. Kross was incredibly uncomfortable with such formal talk and festivities, and hoped that Christopher would understand that he simply could not stand it.


As he made his way outside, he took a deep breath; finally, he felt the cool winter air hitting his face, and for once in a long evening, not as claustrophobic. Leaning against one of the many pillars that decorated the mostly uninhabited balcony of the hall, Kross simply stared into nothingness as the festivities continued. If Christopher ranks her as 'ok', I will take his word for it. However, I am in no position to judge. Shaking his head left and right again, he let out a loud, drawn out sigh.


This will take long. Perhaps even too long.


Maybe he'd mingle with some of the guards later, if he had the chance.
 
Christopher watched his brother go before engaging the Lannister in conversation.


''Pardon my brother, he's a little ill from travel and is also easily startled by women of your caliber. As for the Tyrells, well, theres not much really. We're not as historically intriguing as any of the other houses, but we do our part. I'd much rather hear about your life. I'm sure it's much more intriguing.'' Christopher sat forward, eager to hear her response ''As I understood it your mother and the king were close. His death must have been painful for you.'' Christopher wanted to see emotion on her face.


Once you see real emotion from a person you know when you see fake emotion.
 
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Maisie blushed when the Lannister woman touched her face but was happy to see her go. She payed little attention to what she said, thinking it more a phrase she liked and used so Maisie watched her walk away and towards Christopher. She didn't like how warm and happy he seemed to see her and that startled her a second time. She watched as Christopher's brother walked off and followed him.


He seemed to have a panic attack when he went outside so she cautiously walked over to him. ''Need some help my lord?'' she asked, afraid of what the behemoth would say back. @Gospeller
 
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Elaine was taken off guard at his enthusiasm and took a moment to chose her words carefully "It was painful to see such a great man killed by the hands of cowards." her eyes staring into Christopher's, challenging him to try to disproved her words..
 
Christopher nodded.


''I quite agree. Horrible way to go poison.'' a thought came to Christopher's head and he giggled for a second ''I was just thinking the other day that, in a way, decapitacion would be more honorable as at least you could see those who kill you and damn them one last time.'' he could not believe that he was having this conversation when mere hours before he'd dismissed the idea of it completely.
 
Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the woman on the relatively desolate balcony, Kross fumbled backwards as if he had been literally ambushed. After a few seconds of unclear mumbling, he finally let out a loud, worn out sigh. "No, I am fine. I am just not very enthusiastic of ... these kinds of gatherings." His sky-like eyes weaved up and down at the woman, as if evaluating her for a short moment. Whilst in any other situation, the tall man would be glimmering with confidence and formality, he seemed to struggle getting it through. "This is not really my 'element' so to speak." A slight grin appeared on his face at the mention of it.


However, in an attempt to not seem too meek, his attention switched entirely to a new focus. "How about you? Are you glad over such festivities? I would not hold it against you if you were, of course."
 
''I guess it's nice to celebrate once in a while so yes I like it.'' Maisie smiled at Christopher's brother. She didn't know if he could be trusted or if he knew who she was as she knew Christopher was close to his brother but was unsure if he'd had the chance ''But your a lord ain't-ya? This is supposed to be what you were groomed for.'' Maisie asked innocently.
 
Letting out a light chuckle, Kross shakes his head in disagreement. "Glad you're enjoying yourself." At her mention of 'lord', his expression hardened slightly. "I do not enjoy that title all too much - I think that such festivities are somewhat ... overambitious. I prefer to look at myself as a soldier rather than a lord. And my twin brother was more groomed towards this aspect than me. He is more ... charming, so to speak." A wide grin formed on his face as he mentioned it, seemingly reminiscing about some time in the past involving his brother. However, this only lasted for a short while, before he brought himself back to the presence.


Clearing his throat, a habit he had when he felt he was in an uncomfortable situation, he continued speaking. "I'm not saying that these parties are a complete waste of time, they are just not my thing. Also, the name is Kross - Kross Tyrell." The thought of his brother had sparked an important note in his head; always introduce yourself, it is considered polite. Just another tip from Christopher's 'How to noble-socialize 101'.
 
Elaine relaxes back into her chair and grabs another cup of wine from a passing servant; she should be able to handle one more glass. "Yes, beheading seems a much more befitting way to die, with drowning and poisoning you are to busy panicking and gasping, impalement is too gruesome, beheading is a nicest was to go." She knew she was being hypocritical having thought of poisoning her mother and the late King but the more she thought of it the more she thought betraying her mother like she betrayed her; and seeing her face begging Elaine not to do it right before the blade goes down, she shivers slightly. Yes that was a pleasant thought.
 
Maisie smiled as Kross mentioned Christopher being charming as it was yet another thing she learnt about him. She liked Kross as he seemed to be quite attuned to the world around him and still somewhat a little 'gentlemanly'. ''And I am Grace your grace. I'm also slacking. If you need anything let me know.'' she said just before she smiled and then turned away and walked to the kitchens to get other dishes. If she'd had Red Morning on her that encounter could have gone much better for her but it was still a pleasant introduction. ''The Tyrell's could be valuable allies yet.'' she thought to herself as she walked.
 
The feast was going rather well. All around the room- conversation and laughter could be heard. It made Renard happy that his guests were enjoying themselves. He was on his second cup of red wine when a silver haired figure approached the front of the table. Renard looked up to meet the figure's gaze- and... and... he couldn't believe his eyes.


"Uncle!?" Renard stood up, his wine almost spilling from his cup. Argyros Targaryen was his father's younger brother who hadn't been seen in Westeros for almost a decade and a half. He left for Essos when he was in his twenties. Why? So he could go off in search for the egg of a dragon. All Targaryens adored dragons, but, Argyros worshipped them.


There where even rumours of Argyros sleeping on a bed of dragon skulls, every night. He was mad for the now extinct creatures- but, when he heard word of a dragon egg found in The Shadowlands- he left Westeros in order to investigate the story and find his own dragon egg.


"I..." Renard was stunned, he hadn't seen his uncle in almost fifteen years. "My boy- how you've grown." He said with a thin smile. His lips and teeth were a strange blue-ish colour. His silver hair hung down to his shoulders. And his eyes where a very, very pale shade of lilac.


"I remember when you were just a young boy, swinging around a wooden sword and running through the halls of this castle." Argyros said, his navy smile still being upheld. He put his hand on Renard's shoulder. "Uncle, I- I didn't expect you to be at this here feast." Renard stuttered, still in shock.


"What brings you back from Essos?" Renard asked as he put his half-empty cup of wine on the table. He was trying to look for Effy, but, she was nowhere to be seen. She was only a babe when their uncle had left. "I'm back because I heard the news of my brother, your father. And for that I give you and your sister my sympathies." He said whilst bowing his head. "I've also returned because... well... every king needs their Hand." Argyros said- as his smile grew wider.
 
Christopher chuckled at Elaine's comment. He never expected such a girl to have such a vivid imagination.


Or perhaps just a vivid recollection...


Christopher noticed the prince jump up and turned his attention onto "Uncle!?"


He didn't appear to be a threat and the white hair gave him away...ish.


Christopher could not place the man. No one had ever mentioned another Targaryen to him. He didn't like not knowing.


He turned his attention back to Elaine.


''Well, this is new...'' he nodded at the new Targaryen as he spoke, hoping Elaine would divulge any information she knew.
 
"Not entirely, King Dracen never mentioned him, but there have been rumors about his younger brother Argyors since I arrived here. They say he was crazy and had an obsession with dragons stronger than any Targaryen before and one night left raving about finding a Dragon egg " Elaine eyes the newcomer not liking this development at all. "But rumors can hardly be trusted." She gave him a distracted smile.
 
Letting out a loud sigh as the woman turned away and returned to her duties, Kross was visibly shaken by the encounter. "Politeness can be so bloody scary sometimes ..." With that said, he turned back around and observed the city from the balcony. He had planned to stay here unless dragged into formalities by his brother, or until the feast itself was finished.
 
''So you mean to tell me that a raving mad Targaryen who was obsessed with dragons and sent out to find one has returned? I'd be enthralled if it wasn't for the fact that it might just be that he found one...'' Christopher spoke without looking away from Argyors.


It would compliment the banners...


Christopher looked back over at Elaine and smiled back before drinking a little.
 
Oh...


"Well, um, please have a seat uncle." Renard said quietly. His uncle's smile didn't fade. It remained on his face. Something wasn't right. Why was his uncle back after being gone for so... so long?


Argyros took his place in Effy's seat. 'Where was she?' Renard wondered. Renard didn't know what to do next. So much was going through his head. He didn't expect someone like his uncle to appear on this very night. So, he tried to process everything as quickly as he could and he called the names of Christopher and Elaine.


"Lord Christopher, Lady Elaine; this is my... my uncle. Prince Argyros Targaryen." Renard said in a polite manner.


Effy was walking through a hallway. A jug of northern ale in her hand. She drank quickly. She wasn't big on wine. She was more of a... 'ale' or 'mead' kind of girl. It was her third jug, and she was feeling a little bit tipsy already. She turned a corner and got a fright when she thought she saw someone in-front of her, but, there was no one there.


Her mind was playing tricks on her.


She continued to wander the corridor. She had enough of the feast, and she just wanted to finish her ale and get back to her quarters.
 
Elaine looks at Christopher before rising from her seat and walking towards the Princes her mind fuming at the thought that another wench would be thrown in her plans, she had failed to charm Effy and Renard wasn't as under her thumb as she would like, if this Argyros didn't like her the changes of becoming Renard's wife might be slimmer. Elaine approach them giving a low curtsy "Its a pleasure to meet you." She gave Argyros a charming smile.
 
"My, my. When I left Westeros, the women of House Lannister were some of the finest in the land. I see nothing has changed." Argyros said he eyed Elaine up and down. Renard looked away as his uncle greeted the two of them. 'The Bear And The Maiden Fair' was being performed by a group of bards, standing by the large fireplace at the end of the hall.
 
Christopher rose and walked over to Argyros.


He seems like a strong man in both will and physical prowess, a daring combination and an interesting new piece placed back on the table.


''As happy as I am to meet you I'd also like to extend my condolences to you. I'm sure you're returned when you heard of your brothers death...''


this was perfect. Now he'd have to tell them exactly why he was back and Christopher could gain a little more knowledge on him.


It would also confirm or deny the idea of a dragon or dragon egg still existing.
 
"Thank you, Christopher." Argyros said to him while smiling that blue smile of him once more. A servant came over and poured him a cup of wine, and he began to drink it slowly. "I returned because..." Argyros stopped and turned his head to eye up Renard. Renard was too busy drinking, thinking, and listening to the music to notice Argyros.


"I returned because I intend to be my nephew's Hand, when he takes his place on the iron throne. I never much cared for my brother, although, it is somewhat sad that he is gone." Argyros said as he poured the wine down his throat.


"Plus, I will not lie- I was somewhat homesick. I longed for the ways of Westeros, especially after spending so long in that forsaken city of Asshai." He finished.
 
Asshai...


Christopher hadn't heard that name in a long time. As a child his nanny would tell him that, if he wasn't careful, she'd send him there and the shadows would get him.


Years later he would learn that there were those that could bind the shadows to do their bidding. That had scared him. It was illogical and you couldn't kill a shadow.


Still, Kross and him could try.


''Well, what a perfect occasion for your return then.'' Christopher smiled ''I don't suppose you would tell us what it was like?'' and for once Christopher asked out of genuine intrigue and for no other reason beyond it.
 
Argyros thought to himself for a moment, before answering;


"Well, for one, there aren't any children in Asshai." He began. "Why? I'm not too sure, I never was. I've heard rumours that children born in The Shadowlands die only several months after their birth."


"Also; everyone must wear face masks. If you walk through-out Asshai without something covering your face- well- lets just say that the air around Asshai is known for causing... decay... and internal bleeding." Argyros said, almost sinisterly. "There is no colour, either. Every building is made of black stone. There are live volcanoes all around. Red, hot lava runs through the side streets. And the sky... the sky is always shrouded in a black mist, which makes it impossible to see the sun, or moonlight." He continued.


"But that is only the beginning of it, my young man. I thought all of that was horrifying, until I saw an elderly woman lay down on the floor of a temple, and give birth to a monster made from death and shadows..." He said, hoarsely. He took a sip of wine and look at Christopher.
 
Christopher began to imagine it all as Argyros spoke but stopped just before the woman gave birth.


Sounds like Krosses kind of place...


''It definitely sounds different.'' Christopher hopped Argyros had brought his mask with him. He'd probably need it here more than he did there.


''So why Asshai? I heard you'd been looking for dragons, but a place with a black sky hardly seems like the place to find a flying beast.''
 

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