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Deanna: The Red Keep


"My dear Queen, of course I will." Well, now I regret not changing. Deanna thought as she stood and curtsied following Aerea's example. Her armor gathering many looks from the on lookers. I had hoped I wouldn't have to dance. Shrugging the looks off she approached her sister. At least it's easier to move in.

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

Kuvira took her sisters hands before smiling at Daenna. "Don't you sister you look lovely even in armor." She joked to lighten her mood. She began to lead her sisters into the dance. Spinning around and moving her feet in a waltz. It reminded her of the time when she was younger, playing games with them. The genuine laughs and Smiles they shared. Nothing of how it was now, fake and plastic. She happened to trip before moving a little too fast but just laughed at her mistake. She wanted to enjoy this while it still lasted before everything went back to the way it was.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, King's Landing, Crownlands



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Ravenna simply shrugged in response to Filicity's question. "Nope," she answered simply, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't dance," she admitted with a simple shrug, eyeing the princesses and the queen as they stood to dance. "Ye have anyone in in mind?" she asked, raising a hooked eyebrow, although she figured that the dances meant nothing anyways as she watched the other noblemen and ladies rising aswell, all looking elegant in their dresses. Ravenna tried to hide her envy at the graceful fluidity of their movements, turning her gaze away for a moment. "Well, suppose I'll have to swear fealty later," she murmured with a sigh, shaking her head.

 

[JustWhipIt]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


As house after house stepped up to the Queen and pledged their fealties, Braedon grew more and more displeased. He was in no rush to swear his life to the Targaryen and simply remained by the courtyard entrance, observing Queen Kuvira. Of the major houses present at King's Landing, the Lannisters , Tullys, Arryns, and Tyrells were all eager to show the Queen of their loyalty, each wanting to one up the previous in terms of flattery. When the time came for the oaths to wrap up and the Queen's "ever-so important first dance", the Baratheon was somewhat relieved. He'd gotten this far without a big scene erupting, one that didn't involve him, that was. Still, the faint look of contempt on his face remained - especially after the words that came out of Kuvira Targaryen's mouth.


"Though today is my coronation, I want this also to be the celebration of your righteousness."


Righteousness.


Which one of her advisers told her to say that one? It was all quite ironic - the daughter of Maeryn the Mad was giving a speech about righteousness. "I'll be elsewhere - taking a walk around. Enjoy yourself though," Braedon sighed, directed towards his sister. He certainly didn't want her to see him in this kind of mood. Moving towards the center of the courtyard, the lord was careful to stay away from the vision of the Targaryen – hoping to avoid an encounter with her entirely at the event.

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





With that start of the dance, the Lannister party splintered. The young ones were sent back with their overseers, mostly nannies and the occasional mother, along with a contingent of Westerland guards under Ser Tidus as the day was getting quite late. Everyone else went around to continue to mingle with high society. Celena and, to her unseen annoyance, Martyn had a dance together, before moving from crowd to crowd chatting about unimportant things. Martyn had fallen back slightly next to Kylie, so he looked to be more of the Lion Maid's bodyguard rather than her brother. His full armor and weapons did not help with any possible misunderstandings. Tiber had danced with Leanne a bit, but both kept an eye out for either Lord Arryn or Lord Baratheon, though to any unobservant eyes they seemed to be enjoying themselves.


Only to the truly observant noticed that neither Tiber Lannister nor Gelgin Arryn actually swore loyalty to the new Targaryen Queen. In fact they didn't swear loyalty to even House Targaryen. Tiber had suspected the other man to have similar motives as his own, but the fact that House Lannister and House Arryn's loyalty was to the Crown, and not necessary the family or even the person wearing it, went on unnoticed as a whole, much to Tiber's satisfaction. Spotting Braedon Baratheon slipping away from the festivities, the Lion of Lannister gave a slight gestured which his betrothed caught, and they finished the dance. Leanne slipped from his arm to hover over to the female Baratheons, while Tiber walked over to intercept the Lord of Storm's End, picking up a glass of Arbor Gold on the way.


Upon reaching the young man, Tiber bowed to the lord. "My condolences for your loss Lord Braedon. I understand that unlike my relationship with mine, you and the late Lord Osmund Baratheon were quite close. I'm actually somewhat surprised of your presence here." Though not as much about your absent pledge of fealty to the new queen. "Have Storm's End received word of the invitation between my betrothed and I? Given the circumstances I'll understand if you need time to grieve and cannot attend, though I will say should that happen Leanne would be most disappointed." He made to take a sip of the wine, but the aroma caught his attention, and Tiber held the glasses opening under his nose, taking in the scent.


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Rowan Tarly now found himself uncomfortable again watching the multitude of people dancing around in front of him. The Queen, long may she reign, looked lovely, and so do both her sisters. However, the problem at hand involved Rowan knowing the steps to separate a man from his head on the battlefield, but not one involving the bewitching of a lady through what looked like a lot of meaningless twirling in a circle. His stomach grumbled and reminded him of his neglect to it. The heir was glad that his parents had taken to the dance floor already, and didn't hear the growl that came from his mid region. The young man had been backing to the shadow of one of the pillars, trying to not attract attention of anyone that might ask him to dance. There had already been too many batting eyes flashed his way already.


Seeing a servant boy, he pointed his finger and said, "You! Boy!" The child jumped and quickly scurried over, looking startled at the direct address and wondering if he was in trouble. "Get me something from the kitchen, preferably veal or beef." The boy looked confused, and his head turned in the direction of the food being served at the post ceremony. Rowen shook his head at the gesture. "No, I can eat the whole table and not get half my stomach filled up with those portions, so get going to the kitchen, and make sure its a hearty plate!"


The boy quickly nodded, saying "yes ser!" and taking off through one of the doors. Rowan stepped back and leaned against the wall. Now all he had to do was not get spotted long enough for the food to get here.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


Deanna laughed as they twirled in a waltz feeling light as memories of the old days washed over her. Her feet moving fast and almost without thought. There was a time when the three where as close as any sibling. They played and danced with no ill intentions. Unfortunately they were forced to grow up and each changed in their own way. Smiling a genuine smile she vowed to keep this memory close along side the other happy ones. No matter how rare. When her sister tripped she giggled and helped her steady herself accidentally using her old nickname for her as she spoke. Teasing her lightheartedly. "Careful 'vira there are handsome men watching."

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

"Then let them watch. I am with my sisters, they may even learn a move or two from observing." She smiled towards Daenna. The feeling of keeping her pose wasn't what she thought about at the time. She wanted to enjoy the time while she still had the chance. Aera still seemed out of it at the time but she try not to draw attention to her. She knew that her sister was not fond of her but She couldn't confront her about it, not yet. If anyone that they weren't united as they seem. Outsiders would use it to their advantage

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[JustWhipIt]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


The arrival of Tiber Lannister was no surprise to Braedon, as the Lord of Casterly Rock has always been a social one. Braedon himself didn't necessarily have any special feelings towards the Lions, who where quite fond of their metaphors and allegories. Nonetheless, he was no enemy to the Baratheon House at the moment, and his company was welcomed. The lord, though quite the young one, has certainly proven to be a capable one, building the Lannister name back up from the ground following the rather poor rule of Lord Tytos. Upon seeing Tiber appreciating the aroma of his Arbor Gold, Braedon allowed a smile to manifest on his lips, along with a quiet laugh. "You Lions and your precious wine," he joked, grabbing a glass of his own from a nearby tray and helping himself to a sip.


"I thank you for your sympathy, Lord Tiber," Braedon responded, the tone of his voice grounded. "However, I have grieved for far too long, and I wouldn't be a very good lord if I were to continue doing so, wouldn't you say?" His words were genuine - he has grieved for far too long. "I'm sure many are surprised by our arrival," Braedon continued, although he caught himself and put on a more cheerful demeanor. "Ah, the wedding, of course. Storm's End has indeed received the news and I would hate to disappoint your betrothed, the wonderful woman she is. I'd love to visit Casterly Rock and the Westerlands if the circumstances allow for it. I haven't been in the west for quite the time, you see."


Still wary of the Targaryens, Braedon took a quick glance at the three in the midst of their dance, wanting to keep an eye out. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, not appearing to be concerned with the others around them. He returned back to his conversation with Tiber, putting on yet another smile. "It is odd, the details of King Maeryn's death, don't you think? She seems to be taking it quite well, though I suppose the Seven Kingdoms is consolation enough." Braedon didn't bother trying to maneuver around the subject - Tiber was by no means an ignorant man, and would most definitely have his own suspicions about him. Instead, Braedon merely looked back at the lord, taking another sip of his drink.


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[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


Filicity thought about that. "No one in particular." She said. She looked around a little. She saw a few boys who she wouldn't mind spending a night with, but- her heart belonged to another.


Willam.


She listened to Ravenna. "I as well. Gods be good if The Queen doesn't hear an oath from the second daughter of 'the great' Lord Tyrell." Filicity mocked.


She laughed.


But, her laugh was cut short when she heard a yell coming from the middle of the courtyard where'st everyone was dancing.


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Aerea danced and danced until something caught her eye.


The servant girl from earlier was also on the dance floor, only she was dancing with a dagger.


The man Aerea had been dancing next with saw it as well.


"MY QUEEN!"


Aerea's eyes grew wide as the servant girl put the dagger to Kuvira's throat. No...


Kuvira had a look of fear in her face as the steel hugged her naked throat. But, before it could cut- Ser Gale Corbray put his sword through the servant girl's back. Screams erupted from the crowds.


The servant girl's blood splattered everyone in her proximity, including Aerea. Aerea touched her face where the blood had hit.


"GODS!" A woman cried.


"Who would do such a thing!?" A man yelled.


Aerea touched the blood with her fingers and tried to scrape it off of her face, but she just smeared it.


Kuvira looked shocked even though she did remain unharmed.


The servant girl's body was now lying in a puddle of dark red blood on the courtyard floor. Aerea let her fingers fall from her face.


I need a drink.


Aerea rushed over to the canopied area as everyone screamed and shouted. She picked up her cup and put it to her lips...


"M'LADY!" Ser James Thorne slapped the cup from her hands. The red wine spilled to the floor and formed its own pool, similar to the one of blood.





Aerea was confused. Why in the world did he do that?


Then it clicked.


The servant girl who tried to kill her sister had also poured her wine. Ser James and Aerea locked eyes. "T-Thank you." She managed to bleat.


"Who was she?" Ser James asked Ser Gale, who was inspecting her body.


Ser Gale looked at the young girl. His eyes studied every part of her.


"I don't know, but..."


He stopped.


What?


Ser Gale looked up at The Baratheon host. "She's wearing the colours of House Wylde." Aerea made a weird face. She had heard of House Wylde before, it was a house in...


The Stormlands.


"Your bannermen." Ser Gale stood up, his eyes locked on to Braedon Baratheon.


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Pyke, The Iron Islands


"She's here."


Conn Greyjoy was sitting in his chair, The Seastone Chair. Conn stood up almost immediately. "Truly?" He asked, a grin forming on his face. Vaughan Greyjoy was soaking wet. His beard was knotted and smelled like a wet rodent.


"Aye," Vaughan repeated- "Your sister is home."


Conn hurried past his uncle, and his ship mates. He burst through the doors of the main hall, leading into the cold night rain. It had been raining on The Iron Islands for almost a whole week now. The Drowned God is tryna' tell us something.


People bowed and knelt as Conn walked past. The Ironborn rarely bowed, and they rarely knelt. But they did now. They must of heard.





"Where the fuck are you going Conn?" His uncle Vaughan called after him. Conn didn't stop. "To the port, where else?" Conn replied as he begun climbing down several steps built into the walls of The Castle At Pyke.


"Conn, your sister is already inside. She isn't at any port."


Conn stopped. Rain hit his face. "Oh." He managed to croak. Vaughan begun laughing manically. Conn chuckled, as well.


"I got a little too excited there uncle." He apologized as he twisted his body around and begun walking back up the steps.


As he pushed open the doors to his hall, he saw his sister sitting on The Seastone Chair. A satchel in her lap. That must be where she is holding it.


"Haelga."


Conn hadn't seen in his young sister in years. She looked different. Although Conn, too, was a lot different after he returned to The Iron Islands.


"It is... good to see you." Conn spoke. And to see the gift you've brought me.


Haelga didn't respond to him, instead she just threw the leather bag at Conn. Conn caught it and looked at it for the longest amount of time.


Before he finally opened it up and peeked at what was inside the brown leather bag.


"I..."


"I, er-..."


Conn was speechless.


"Conn...?" Vaughan said, in shock.


"This is it." Conn whispered. Conn reached into the bag and took it out. The key to their victory in the war to come. The thing that would make all of Westeros bow to House Greyjoy.


He held it up in one hand. Its hard, scaly surface dug into the palm of his hand.


A dragon egg.


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[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


"Some of them are very clum-" Deanna stopped as a shout rang out throughout the yard eyes widening as at the same time the silver glint of a dagger caught her eye as it slid across Kuvira's throat in preparation to slit it. Before she could move to try and intercept the dagger, though she would have likely been to slow, another beat her to it. Some of the would be assassins blood splattered on her face and armor. The feeling of the slick blood spurred her into action and she turned to make sure Aerea was safe after looking to make sure Kuvira was safe with Ser Gales just in time to see her be saved by Ser James Thorne her sister's cup spilling to the floor. Looking down at the red wine that almost took Aerea's life as it mixed with the blood of the servant girls that almost took Kuvira's Deanna felt a growl build low in her throat as a burning protective rage filled her. Someone had attempted to kill her sister's. The same someone could have possibly killed her father. They will pay. Expression going cold with only her eyes showing how furious she was as she heard Ser Gales words she turned to look at Braedon Baratheon. Her voice was cold when she spoke and the guards tensed ready to detain the Baratheon as she walked to stop a few feet from him catching his eyes with hers. Her words were to her sister. " My Queen what would you like to do?"

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Tiber smiled at the other man's words as he took a sip of the wine himself. Not a bad vintage, but certainty poor enough to suit only the Royal pets. Still he listened to the Stag of the People, and considered his words. Tiber didn't even flinch at Braedon's direct words; he had expected them as the watchmen expected the sunrise to the east. He took a moment to formulate his response, the time of which allowed him another sip of the glass of wine. "Leanne will be delighted to hear of this news; she had hoped that you and yours could come to Casterly Rock from the beginning of the wedding planning." He gazed out to the city beyond the courtyard. "Perhaps, but no stranger than my own father's. A lion replaces a lion, and a dragon overtakes a dragon. There's no denying the... benefits which the situation deposited upon our new Queen's lap."


The Warden of the West paused, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he looked to the darkening skies above that came with the early evening hours. Then a song struck his fancy, and the man began to hum in a low volume that reached no further than the Stag's ears.


"The sea of swords flashed, so awe a sight,


and in the fire's light, they shone so bright,


the men went up, to fight the blood,


that came with fire, and a monster's bite.


The pines were roaring on the height,


the winds were moaning in the night,


the fire was red, it flaming spread,


the trees were torches blazed with light.


And then they died as the fire closed,


the sons of lion burned as the rose,


the dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,


laid low their armies, so strong a host."


The verses came from a bedtime lullaby any child that grew up from the Westerlands or Reach knew. The legend said that widows from the Field of Fire, where Aegon the Conqueror burned 4000 men to death with the Black Dread, sang this song every night to their children as they went to bed, so that they would always remembered what the Targaryen did to them and would one day take their revenge. As time passed, the original purpose of the song was lost, until all but those in House Tyrell and House Lannister remembered why their mothers sung this as they went to sleep. Most people, lowborn and high, considered it another song to commemorate a historical event.


Until Maeryn the Mad outlawed it and had anyone that sung it in King's Landing executed for treason.


Had Tiber sung this even a few weeks ago, his head would have been cleaved off his shoulders like Braedon's ser father did. In his paranoia and madness Maeryn the Mad killed over 200 people in first month this came into law, now everyone from Dorne to the Wall knew the meaning behind the lyrics and melody. Tiber acted as though he had merely recollected a pleasant memory, before turning to the Lord of Storm's End with a smile and said, "Well I've taken enough of your time Lord Braedon, please have a pleasant journey back to Storm's End, and the Seven go with you in your future endeavors. I do know that-"


Suddenly a scream, and some shouting from where the Queen and her sister danced on the floor. Tiber, gave a quick glance back, taking assessment of the situation then turned back to the Stag of the People as though nothing happened. "As I was saying, I know that Leanne would be most displeased if you and yours missed the wedding, so do try to make it. I do not know what's happening, but I would suggest making a quick exit from King's Landing now; my suggestion would be the Mud Gate. I'll let them know you went the other way at the Old Gate."


With a bow, Tiber turned and walked back to the party. First he was composed, then after five steps he picked up the pace, allowing an expression of alarm to reach his face. He gave the subtlest of nod to Leanne, who passed him as she ushered the Baratheon ladies towards where Braedon stood still, and finally turned the corner to see two of the guards of the Red Keep. "What's going on here? I just heard some screams. Is the Queen alright? Lord Baratheon said he'll send for some help, as he was on his way back home anyways." As he looked, Martyn and Celena appeared at his side, with a contingent of Lannister Guards. Tiber looked to Martyn, "What happened?"


The Mountain Lion said, "Some Stormland servant girl tried to kill the Queen, got stuck from behind by one of the Queensguard."


Tiber looked appalled, "Lord Braedon said they were leaving by the Old Gate, if you hurry you can still catch him!"

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Had Vladan been a lesser man, he was confident a tear would of rolled down his face. To see the young woman before him, of which he remembered better as a child up to his knees, take the crown was heart wrenching. 'I am getting old.' He thought with a lazy smile. It seemed all the Targaryen women were delighted with the ceremony and their many guests. 'With Maeryn's recent passing, it does my heart good to see them happy.' His eyes lingered on Aerea the most. The poor princess frequently visited her father's body and prayed to her Seven Gods for hours. 'I'll talk to her grace later on Princess Aerea, mayhaps a wedding of her own will fill her heart. The Baratheon Stag might be tethered to the crown if they bed the dragon.' Though the Grand Maester saw potential in other suitors as well. The Tarly boy was too low born, but he was honest and true. With the right word he could find himself siring dragons of his own. Likewise the Arryn heir was ripe and unmarried. 'The Vale warriors are fierce and close to King's Landing. Ideal allies, be it against Northmen or Stormlords.' The Mountain Lion wasn't wed either, but Vladan immediately pushed the thought away. 'If the current Lannister stock is anything like Tytos, they are utter fools.' The Grand Maester had a suspicion that was the case, at least for Lord Lannister, Tiber. His own oath of loyalty was grandiose, the young lion made too great a show for a simple few words.


Many of the other great houses pledged their service, with Lord Arryn understanding the importance of brevity. The Bolton Maester lingered close to the queen, though the sea of nobles made it impossible to get a word in. The parchment in his hands was folded near thrice over into a brown square. 'It can wait.' He grunted. The lesser lords, some who dared to approach the queen, pledged their service. Yet Lord Baratheon couldn't be found. Nor could Tiber Lannister, the Maester noted as he scanned the surrounding area. 'A coincidence, I'm sure. Half the realm seems to be present. . Still.' He tore through the crowd around him, intent on finding the Baratheon. He saw sigils and standards of all descriptions. Suns and mermen, roses and chequy lions, but the infamous crowned stag eluded him. "Damnable lords." He cursed before a scream broke the noise of the nobles.


"Gods" A woman cried.


Worry and doubt swelled inside the Grand Maester, "What is happening?!" He shouted, though found himself largely ignored. It didn't take much more then a second to figure it out. A woman, perhaps Dornish or Baavosi, was flat on the ground with a pool of dirty blood surrounding her. Her, and Queen Kuvira, with a traitor's dagger washed over in the crimson fluid. "Get out of the way you blood sucking vermin!" The Grand maester roared, shoving past a portly man, likely from The Reach, clearing what little distance was left between him, Kuvira, and her Queen's Guard. Without hesitance, he spoke, though the maester seemed shaken by the events, his voice soften then it usually is."Your grace are you injured? Let me bring forth milk of the poppy to ease what damages have been done!"


His pale eyes turned to Ser Gale Corbray. "What has happened here, Ser?" His voice returning to its former commanding tone.

 

[JustWhipIt]

The Red Keep, King's Landing The Kingsroad, Westeros


Braedon nodded in agreement with Tiber's words. There was no doubt the Queen was ecstatic with her new position - all Targaryens would be. It was also likely that her sisters were envious of her new status as well, that much has been proved before. As the Warden of the West began to hum his tune, Braedon found the situation quite amusing, paying much more attention to the tune itself than the words of the song. Every once in a while, he would revisit his wine glass, one sip at a time. When Tiber finished, Braedon had nearly emptied the glass, though he managed a small laugh and another nod of approval. 'Didn't you know you were much of a singer, Lord Tiber."


Just as the Lord of Casterly Rock was bidding his farewell, however, a shriek pierced through the cool, early night air. Naturally, the Stag shifted his head towards the origin of the sound, which just so happened to be in the direction of the Queen. Craning his neck in order to get a good look at the scene, all he was able to make out was the sight of Kuvira Targaryen on the floor along with another girl, presumably a servant. What was the most alarming element of the display was the pool of red that coated the courtyard floor. Eyes widened, Braedon opened his mouth to question what had just occurred, though Lord Tiber had seemed to grasp the situation better than he. After hearing out the Warden of the West's suggestion, the Stag realized the rather unfortunate predicament he was caught in.


Thanking the man, Braedon made his way to the other end of courtyard at a rapid pace, though not one to raise too much attention. The entire area was in a panic, after all. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but taking another look back at the area. The sight of Kuvira Targaryen on the floor - this close to being assassinated - was pleasing, in a twisted way. The few seconds he took to relish in the moment had cost him, as Ser Gale Corbray's eyes shot daggers into Braedon's. "Your bannermen." Apparently, one of his bannermen was the source of this chaos, despite him not recognizing the dead servant's corpse. Nevertheless, the Baratheon wasted no more time contemplating about the current events, rushing out the courtyard - no longer discreet about his status.


In a matter of seconds, he found himself at the stables, mounting himself on one of the Stormland horses. Another few seconds later, he was out of the Red Keep and amidst the streets of King's Landing. Taking the opportunity to look back, he noticed that some of his men had followed in his footsteps, making their escapes as well. His brothers and his sister, though, were absent from his field of vision. He shuddered at the thought of what happened or what would happen to them, considering returning back for them. The thought was shattered, however, as men of the City Watch appeared around the corner in search of the new outlaw. Braedon, despite being hesitant to leave King's Landing, had no choice but to retrace his steps from earlier in the day as he made his way back to the River Gate. Fortunately for the lord, the Mud Gate was open, making way for a merchant along with his cart to enter the city. Without hesitation, he galloped through the gate, ignoring the guards, who were enraged, beyond a doubt.


Now riding on the Kingsroad, Braedon finally took the chance to take a breath, trying to grasp what had happened the past few minutes. Someone was dead, his family was lost, and he was now the most wanted man in Westeros. It appeared that the war was coming sooner than he had thought.

 

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Timos: The Red Keep





Well that was entertaining. Timos thought having watched the assassination attempt on the Queen and her sister from his seat. When attention turned to Lord Baratheon he straightened up and paid attention to the mans fast escape. He resisted the urge to sneer when he realized that the man had left alone. Leaving his siblings behind. His loyalty obviously is worth shit. I can guess why the Targaryens would be suspicious toward him. Bastard. Shaking his head in disgust he stood and made his way through the panicking crowds. I better find Ravenna.


Deanna: The Red Keep





Deanna's eyes widened slightly with her rage when the Baratheon made his escape. Bastard. He doesn't even have enough honor to stay and stand for himself. Instead he flees like a coward. The guards immediately sprung into action and were after him, shouts of alarm following them. Taking a deep breath to resist acting on her rage she turned and with a gesture the Baratheon siblings were surrounded with guards. Feeling more secure in the knowledge that they weren't going to get away like their brother she approached her sister Kuvira. She knew how her sister felt about not being in control and didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to it. "Our next move my Queen?"

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, King's Landing, Crownlands



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Ravenna chuckled, shaking her head. "Same 'ere Filicity, same 'ere," she murmurred, before her hazel eye widened at the sound of screaming. She was on her feet in an instant, bardiche already in her hands, eye finding the source of the commotion as she charged through the crowd. She came to a halt as the servant girl's body dropped to the floor, and let out a sigh, putting the bardiche away. "Only a few fuckin' minutes after the coronation and already her Queensguard is Trippin' up," she muttered, deciding to simply watch the situation as it continued to unfold. People began to scream and gasp, and the blame seemd to find its way to the Baratheons, because the girl wore the colors of one of their bannermen. She simply watched, remembering how the Baratheons had lost their lord to the Mad King not too long ago. Perhaps they believed murdering the Queen at her corronation would be the perfect shot at revenge, something that made Ravenna scowl. Deciding she had seen all there was to be seen, she simply turned, making her way out of the Hall.

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



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Haelga had arrived in Lordsport only this morning, the winds being quite favorable to her, as they always seemed to be. The smell of salt was in the air, and the day felt warm, the sun's rays shining welcomingly upon the waters of what was supposed to be her home. The ironborn upon the docks were stunned to see her ships finally return home, but... strangely.. with twice the number of ships she left with. Accompanying her five longships, whom bore the Farwynd sigil on their sails, were three rather strange looking vessels. These vessels were made of a lightly colored wood, with a shape that was flat on the top, but began to slope upwards towards the back end of the ship. Each of these vessels had odd, wing-like objects sticking out into the water from the sides of the vessel, one on each side. Additionally, each of these ships bore a perfectly square sail, colored bright yellow or orange, and appearing almost as if it had been folded several times. Additionally, there was a Swan Ship from the Summer Isles, and oddly enough, a fat-bellied ship quite resembling an Ibbenese whaler.


It had taken until later in the day for Haelga and her forces to make their way up to Pyke. Eventually, all 450 of them were crammed inside the Great Hall, waiting for Conn to return. She had seated herself in the Seastone chair, legs crossed and arms on the arm rests. She had her satchel in her lap, her axes already in hand as she idily juggled them back and forth, waiting for Conn to show up. When he finally did, her Farwynd men, and the mercenaries of Essos came to a sort of attention, causing Conn to be practically surrounded by these strange-looking soldiers. He approached the throne, eyes greedily staring at the leather satchel, and not for the first time did she feel regret coursing through her. I could've stayed home, or in Essos, she thought to herself with a sigh as Conn drew closer. He spoke his lying words, gazing at her face only for a moment, a face he hadn't seen since they were too young, and briefly before he sent her off to fetch him what lie inside the satchel. She simply sighed, giving her eyes a roll. For a moment, she held the satchel, wondering what would happen were she to order her Yi Ti crossbowmen to fill Conn with bolts and keep the egg for herself, out of his bloodthirsty hands. But, she knew if she did, she would eventually be taken down by the Greyjoys loyal to Conn, even though she could garuntee her Farwynds and Essoi would take down at least triple their number first. In the end, she simply tossed the satchel to Conn, staring at him with a gaze that meandered between confusion, hate, and sorrow, although nothing showed in her stone-cold face.


"There's your precious rock, Conn Greyjoy," she said plainly, as if she wasn't even his sister, seeming to care so terribly little. He stared at the egg, as if it was sent by the Gods. Throughout her travels, she had come to a realization that the Gods meant so little, not when there were so many hundreds of them in the world, fighting and bargaining for control. It was men and women who made miracles, who created and destroyed, who conquered and were defeated. And this egg was naught better. A remnant of an age long past, a dead rock her brother put too much trust in to save the Old Way, something which had died for a reason and she was happy to see gone. "I've also travelled Essos, learning and trading, buying ships and gaining men to bring home with me as a simple.. demonstration of what could lie in our future. Trade and exploration, Conn. Not conquest and pillaging. Now that the Farwynds have finally found a way across the Sunset Sea, surely you can understand that we can become so much more than we are?" she asked, her gaze seemingly staring past him, into his thoughts, trying to read his response before he'd even say it.

 

[TheFordee20]

Pyke, The Iron Islands


Conn held the egg up high. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. He had been waiting so long to finally hold a dragon egg in his hands. When he finally looked away, Haelga was saying something about...


I don't care what she's saying. I finally have the egg.


Conn placed the egg on a table made of stone. He looked at his little sister. "You rather us be like the mainlanders, sister?" Conn began,


"You rather we trade silks an' wines, like prissy lords." Conn studied her. At first glance he thought she looked different, but now he felt as if she was a whole different person. Essos changed her.


"Shall I plop you in a fancy dress and go have you fuck some lordling so our house can join with another?" He asked her.


"That is not what she meant, Conn." Vaughan put in. Conn put his finger up. "I know what she meant, uncle."


Conn started eyeing down the egg again as it lay there, like it was out of some story book. Now I just need to hatch it- but, how?


Conn picked up the egg and threw it in the hearth, which had been burning profusely. The egg crackled as it hit the fire. It did not catch fire though. It just sat there as the flames danced against it.


Some people gasped.


As Conn eyed the egg up and down, he realized nothing was happening. I was sure fire would've done something.


He shrugged. "Boy, pick it up out of the fire." Conn ordered. The young servant boy's mouth dropped slightly,


"But, My Greyjoy, it will burn my--"


"I don't care, boy. Retrieve me that egg now, and then bring it up to my chamber where I will examine it later." Conn said, angrily.


The boy nodded.


Conn begun walking up the steps to The Seastone Chair where his sweet sister sat. "I love you, sister. And I will forever be thankful for what you've brought to me..." He started. They locked eyes.


"AGH!" The boy yelped as he tried to grab the egg out of the fire. He started to cry as the flames caressed his fingers.


"But you will not tell me how to run my kingdom." Conn spat. A look of disgust on his face.


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn

The dance swirled around Gelgin as he stood, an isolated figure in the whirling sea. His injuries meant he could not dance. Laura swept through the dancers to his side and stayed there, giving him some company. A welcome gesture, even if not particularly needed. He leaned closer to her and spoke through the din.


"How is it?"


Laura smiled widely at him, her deep green eyes dancing even out of her youth. "I love it, Gelgin. The atmosphere is, well, it's-"


She was cut off by a commotion near the Queen, who happened to be fairly near to them. A man shouted, and Gelgin heard the too familiar sound of a sword sliding through a person's torso. The sound sickened him, and his mind momentarily hurled itself back towards his youth. Nineteen years of age, heading back to the Eyrie from a visit to Redfort, his escort was suddenly ambushed. The weapons of the Mountain Clans had slain many before they could even unsheathe their own weapons in return. It was a bloodbath.


Further forward, alone in a tent. Gagged and bound. Unsure of what was going to happen to him, feeling the most vulnerable he'd ever felt. Cutting his bonds on the edge of a rock, hoping that nobody found him. Nobody did. Nobody saw him. And nobody saw him take the clansman's sword, killing him with it. Nobody saw him impale a young girl of seven who had seen him escape. Nobody saw-


Laura elbowed him out of his brief reverie. Gelgin blinked once, and then hobbled forward as quickly as he could towards the body, just in time to see one of the Queensguard, Ser Gale Corbray, declare that a dead servant girl with a knife, presumably the cause of the commotion, wore the colours of House Wylde, a banner house of the Baratheons. Presumably implying that it was the Baratheons.


"Fool." Gelgin spat, almost immediately. "The Baratheons would not be so stupid as to not disguise their own assassin." He raised his eyes, still somewhat impassive, to the Queen. "Your Grace, I believe the Baratheons are not your only problem anymore."


@Robyn Banks

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



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Sadly, she had expected such stupidity from the older Greyjoy, and even the blatant insolence. Not even a "Thanks". She simply sighed, shaking her head. "Conn Greyjoy, this is no kingdom, and you are no King. These are shit poor islands with a people arrogant and starving, and you are their leader. You would stick your head in the ground and ignore everything there is to offer the Ironborn while you send me off for five years to do nothing but wallow in our inferiority to every other house on this continent. I have seen and learned more than our family has in the past several life times, and have made alliances that will help us prosper for many more, so do not seek to talk down to me brother," she spat the word as if it was poison on her tongue. "When I try and help us all out. I did bring you your egg, did I not? An egg you have no idea how to even open. Your first idea was to throw it into the fire. A truly brilliant idea, if I may add. And speaking of which, you are so eager to criticize me for seeking Greenlander ways, whilst you seek Greenlander dragons to get Greenlander power. The Iron Islands will change, Conn, whether by fire and blood, or by silk and gold. You are just too stupid to see it," she snapped, standing out of the Seastone chair, picking up her axes and walking past him, before pausing to look back at him, with the same, plain, bored face she held throughout the entire conversation. "My Yi Ti crossbow men, of which there are 50, can each fire five bolts in under ten seconds. So much as touch your sword and you will be remembered as pin cushion Greyjoy for as long as the Ironborn draw breath. But I would not need them to dispatch you anyways, brother. Your fighting skills were always as poor as your thinking skills, which makes me wonder why anyone would call you a King or a Greyjoy,"

 

[TheFordee20]

Pyke, The Iron Islands


God, I love family reunions.


Conn couldn't help but grin as Haelga threatened him with Yi Ti crossbowmen. Conn stared at his little sister as she walked down the steps. "My sweet sister, if you hadn't heard whilst you were digging holes for that egg, I have named myself King Of The Iron Islands." He began.


"And, I do not intend on being a Greenlander. When I take Westeros from its lords, and its ladies- I will turn it into a place where The Ironborn are free to steal, rape, and pillage to their hearts desires."


Conn looked around his hall. Filled with both Ironborn and mercenaries of Essos. "It will be a wasteland. Sung only about in future songs. 'Oh how Westeros fell to the sea'."


Conn's eyes lit up as he talked about it.


"This dragon is the key to 'dat. I do not wish to become the next great silver-haired fuck who sits on a throne of iron." Conn cursed.


No, I will sit on one made of stone. The Seastone Chair.





The young servant boy had now only gotten the egg out of the fire. His hands were black and red. And tears streamed down his face.


I will give him good pay on the morrow.


Conn spotted his uncle Vaughan with his hand on his hilt. "Uncle, where you going to defend me if a bolt pierced my armor?"


Vaughan shook his head, slowly. "Actually, lad, I was going to put this sword through it as well."


Vaughan smiled, revealing a mouth filled with gaps where teeth should be.


Conn laughed, almost wickedly.


"Now, sister. You must be hungry after such a long journey. Fried lamprey?" Conn asked her as he followed her down the steps.


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

Kuvira smiled towards her sisters as they danced almost as if no one was there but them until her dream was over by a dagger at her neck. She let out a scream.it seemed like everything was happening so fast and she couldn't control it.


Kuvira looked stunned as she saw the blood bath but shocked that it wasn't hers. Sge looked to see Aera was bleeding. "AREA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" She did care that blood was staining her dress as she attended to ger sister. A sense of vengenges washed over her. She didnt even make her first decree before anyone , being seen as a theat and she wasn't planning on giving them any ideas why not. She took up looking towards her guards."Close the gates and search assassin! No lady,Lord, or servant is not leaving until we find the people responsible.Take Princess Area and Daenna to a safe place, I can't let any royal blood spill that isn't mine."


As she gave orders Arryn approached, giving his advice. She listened to them, considering the evidence he bestowed on her. She nodded. " I think that as well, thank you. I have a couple of theories but It will only be solved if I interrogate and I want you to be there when I do." She looked towards the her younger sister. Her face filled with determination, she will find and kill the house the belonged to. Even if that's the last thing she does.
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@Fezzes @Crimson smile @TheFordee14

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



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Haelga simply sighed, shaking her head at Conn's seemingly endless well of had ideas. "A king of nothing, Conn. Even our ancestor's built things and sought Greenlander power. Do you not remember Harrenhal? We were our greatest at that point, because we sook Greenlander power. Ever since then, we have done nothing but lose. All our rebellions were destroyed, all our naive attempts to put some fool like you on the Seastone chair, failed." She began to walk away from him, her Farwynds beginning to follow, her Essoi mercenaries marching out in crisp formation. "If you only seek to destroy others, we ourselves will be destroyed, Conn Greyjoy. I will not have myself or our people drowned by your stupidity. I can guarentee you, that egg will never open," she snarled, shoving open the doors. "Eat it alone, I am going home," she muttered, her face the image of disgust.

 

[Hypnos]

"This is madness!" came the cry of Lord Eddard Bracken as Walder stood to attention, the Lord of Riverrun acutely aware of the severity of the situation "Absolute madness!" The two men watched as the events unfolded before them, the girl of House Wylde brandishing a knife before the newly appointed queen, barely stopped by Ser Gale Corbray, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, a job that judging from this display he was quite good at, not many have the reaction speed to deal with a situation such as this, thought Walder, though he had little time to be impressed, another assassination attempt just a mere few seconds away "What kind of fool orchestrated this?" Asked Lord Eddard through gritted teeth "They dress their assassins in the colours of one of their conspirators and try and poison the wine..."


Walder stopped him with a hand gesture, wanting the conversation to go no further, there would be plenty of time to discuss conspiracies when they got back to Riverrun but now was not the time, not here in the open in the middle of a hoard of hysterical lords. Walder had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew the culprit though he was loath to admit it, Breaden Baratheon had made his exit remarkably quickly after the results of the attempted assassination had been revealed, and whilst Walder cared deeply for the boy, even he couldn't deny that that was suspicious especially since the would be assassin was dressed in Wylde colours.


"He's left the girl" Walder said under his breath, realising for the first time that Breaden hadn't been the only Baratheon in the room, Lady Astris now surrounded by Targaryen guards along with a few other stormlands "Seven hells, why did he leave the poor girl" Walder straightened himself up, rising as high as he possibly could without the crippling pain from his leg causing him to collapse, hobbling over to where the Baratheon girl stood, Lord Bracken and his son Benjicot, who had appeared sometime after the commotion making a rear guard. He pushed his way through the guards that Princess Daenna had placed, aware that unless absolutely necessary they wouldn't kill him, he was a Lord paramount after all and no man wanted to willingly shoot a cripple. He stood beside the Baratheon party, ignoring the rest of the room.


"Lady Astris" he whispered, his voice low and hoarse "Are you alright? I am no expert when it comes to the finesse of court intrigue but I believe it may be best if you made an exit"


@LittleWolfie

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


"As you wish my Queen. " Deanna bowed her head as she spoke, in respect. Straightening she knelt before her middle sister and with a wave of her wrist guards came to cover them from sight of the other houses. Allowing her cold expression to melt away into a concerned one. "Do you think she needs medical attention?"

 

[LittleWolfie]

Astris Elize Baratheon

The Red Keep - King's Landing
​

The whole way through the coronation, the young Lady Baratheon stood dutifully by her brother's side and acted every bit like she should. However inside it was all she could do to stand there as another one of the people who killed her father became her ruler. She guessed it technically wasn't the new queen's fault but that was very much not the opinion in the Stormlands. Never the less here she was and she would do what it took to survive playing the game of thrones because underneath it all she was most definitely not stupid.


When her brother disappeared after the ceremony it worried her slightly. Astris knew how he could get these days and she hated seeing him like this but she never let him know. As far as Braedon seemed to be concerned she was the only one that was allowed to be worried over as the girl. Little did the young lady realise, things were about to get a lot worse very quickly.


All Astris heard of the commotion at first was the screams followed quickly by the name of her house. Her eyes sought out her brother but he vanished in a blink of an eye along with the rest of her brothers. She was frozen slightly in shock at their abandonment, deep down she knew ti made sense to get the important lord out of the way, but right now all she felt was shock. All around her Baratheon bannermen were slipping away until she was left on her own, her way out mostly blocked by Targeryan guards. This was not good at all.


The young woman almost jumped at the appearance of Lord Tully but she kept her emotions locked away, now did not seem the time for them. "Thank you for your concern my Lord Tully but I believe the chance for me to perform a disappearing act my already be past. Even if I did make it out of the keep I doubt I would make it out of King's Landing a I am neither as competent at riding or as knowledgeable of the city as my brothers are." For being trapped in a terrible situation, Astris seemed strangely calm, but that was mainly due to the fact that her brain was working overtime on her options.


Her comments to the Lord of Riverrun were quickly confirmed when some lordling from some house she didn't recognise pushed her out into the middle of the room with cries of 'Baratheon scum'. Now it seemed, the Lightning Girl was truly in the middle of the storm.


@Hypnos

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


Realizing her sister wasn't injured but just covered in the servants blood Deanna sighed in relief. She went to speak when her ears caught sound of a commotion outside their wall of guards. Growling she stood and the guards stepped aside to reveal the Baratheon being pushed and protested at by the other nobles. What madness is this? Expression growing cold once more Deanna stepped into the madness and toward the girl. There is no definite proof that the Baratheon's are truly responsible. It could have been a trap to frame them. Sure, they should be captured and questioned but that doesn't mean they deserve to be harmed. Not yet. It's better to be polite to others and make a possible allie then to be cruel and make definite enemies. The Lord's and ladies in her way practically fell to get out of her path or risk getting mowed down. The guards surrounded the two once she made it and silenced the crowd. One stayed near her in case the Baratheon attacked. Looking at the girl Deanna nodded to her as she spoke. "Are you alright Lady Astris?"