Fandom A Game Of Thrones : THE EXALTED COUNCIL - RP

[Little-Fox]

Anaya Uller
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It was quick, the exchanges of steel against steel ringing out between the two men. From her point of view it was a dance, the way they were weighting each other and gauging to see who could deliver the most fruitful blow. It was beautiful in it's own way, something she understood as more than a concept as she too enjoyed a good spar. Part of her wondered how the Prince would fare against the outlier. She knew he had a decent prowess on the field, she'd been told this time and again by both Laena and the teachers she'd been fortunate enough to goad into helping her with her own skills and yet she couldn't help but hope that the stranger at least made a mark.

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North​

If patience had been a woman, then surely Willow was her daughter. She didn't seem to mind her fathers 'ramblings' as they seemed almost more of an encouragement than something simply to pass the time. After all... were they not at a large gathering of Houses that wasn't too different from where he'd met her mother? Albeit, this one was for a very different purpose. This was for the Council to meet and discuss how to proceed after the King's death. So many were here and that alone was enough to make her want to recluse back into a tent somewhere. Instead, she nodded gently and stood, immediately shifting her skirt to ensure it wasn't terribly wrinkled and that it wasn't pressing against her form where it shouldn't be. "If you would like a bit of time to rest, that will be alright. I can meander a little while. I should not be too difficult to find should you decide you would like to join me."

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Rusty of Shackleford

 

[Hypnos]

Ser Eustace Lyberr
Captain of the Tyrell Guard​

Ser Eustace’s face lit up at the Lannister’s words, illuminating into a devilish smile. Had he not been surrounded by two of the most powerful men in Westeros he might have even let out a chuckle, though as it stood he had little desire to witness Lord Tyrell’s wrath. Loren Lannister was playing a dangerous game by mentioning the issue of gender to Lord Baelor’s face, especially with the council so close at hand. The Lord of Highgarden must have considered the issue of course, he may be obtuse but he was not simple, though he had thus far willfully refused to so much as acknowledge the possibility of a girl, at least in public. Melessa Tyrell’s little bastard was going to be a boy, or it was going to have its head dashed in at birth, perhaps both if certain parties had their way. Lord Tyrell liked to paint himself as a man of honour, though Eustace knew better, the fat bastard would not be above trickery if his daughter’s cunny produced anything that didn’t have a prick between its legs.

“Loren, I had three sons before I had little Melessa.” Baelor Tyrell took a small sip from his goblet of wine, looking away from the Lannister for a moment, and right towards where Eustace and the other guards were standing. “My father had five little boys, and not a daughter to speak of, his father had nine children, the first three of which were male. Have I considered that the child might be a girl? Of course I have, and I would welcome my granddaughter to this world as heartily as I would welcome any grandson.” He took another sip of wine, still not making eye contact with the Lord of Casterly Rock. “But do I believe for a second that the child in my Mel’s belly is anything other than our future king? No, I do not.” Tyrell stood, once more resting a hand upon Lannister’s shoulder, though this time with a little more force. “The seeds is strong Loren, and by the seven, I assure you that my grandson will sit the Iron Throne. I am not asking you to crown a fetus, nor am I asking you to pledge your life to Mel’s belly.”

‘Though I’m sure you would if you thought you could get away with it’ Eustace contemplated.

“I am asking only for your patience. Stand with me at the Grand Council today, and we will proclaim with a unified voice that we will not stand for our leader being selected through the use of lies and deceit. Rosby can choke on his intrigue. Two moons is all I ask for, a minor delay. We shall be the men who stood for the law, men who stood for justice, and I am sure that once crowned, our king will see who exactly were his most valuable allies.”

Eustace looked down to his feet, Lord Tyrell spoke big words, but would he actually be able to carry out any of his promises? He supposed only time would tell, in the meantime, his words were nothing more than the rose that he took for a sigil, pretty to look upon but not good for much else.

Yarrow

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce nodded, saying, "I might just join you, dear. I can't stand to be in here any longer." He got up, putting on a light cloak. He kissed Willow's forehead, saying, "I'm so proud of you, Willow. You've become a fine young woman. Just like your mother." He smiled, saying, "Now, let's go before I start tearing up. I'm already going to be a grandfather, and I don't need to cry anymore than I already have." He was uncharacteristically emotive today, mostly because he was nervous. He knew that whatever happened, someone wouldn't be happy, and the North would have to do something. What that was, exactly, he didn't know. But it couldn't be good. Winter was coming, both literally and figuratively. But the Starks would survive. Somehow.
Little-Fox​

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North​

The red-headed woman let out a small sigh of relief as her father decided to join her, though she had no idea how he was going to survive in that cloak of his. She wasn't used to the temperature difference just yet or frankly she might have followed suit. He was proud of her. She wasn't sure why, but it was enough as she reached up to squeeze his shoulder lightly in reassurance. They were both nervous, perhaps he was where she'd inherited her anxiety from. "We will get through this. We have gotten through everything else thus far, this should not be any different." She moved off towards the entry and waited for him to join her before starting out into the bustling mob of Lords, Ladies, and their respective kinsmen.

Rusty of Shackleford

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce smiled, saying, "Indeed. We will." He followed his daughter, breathing in the air as he said, "It smells... different. Doesn't smell as clean as the North. I don't like it." He made sure he had Ice, just in case something happened. His sword trainer told him that any time is a good time to have a sword, and Bryce lived by this philosophy. Hell, after Theon was almost killed by an assassin, Bryce kept Ice by the bed. His wife had the same feeling, always hiding a dagger underneath her skirt just in case. She had never used it before, but would gladly she'd it for her family. Bryce pushed through the crowd, saying, "I don't know half of these people, Willow. See anyone you recognize?"
Little-Fox​

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North​

Willow of course shook her head, that deep red hair going everywhere for a moment with the motion. She'd hoped her brother would be here, they could have at least talked and perhaps he'd have kept their father from being so nervous. But that wasn't the case and so now both of them were left to flounder. "I don't like the heat here either. But the smell could partially be from..." She stopped, realizing that regardless of how quiet she was, mentioning that people were likely sweating to death and that could be why it smelled odd would likely be rather rude. Clearing her throat awkwardly she moved to follow in his wake, letting him cut through the crowd rather than trying to politely squeeze herself through the gaps between people.

Rusty of Shackleford

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

He soon found himself in the middle of the room, saying, "Tell me if you see anyone you recognize, okay?" He wished Theon was here too. He was much better at politics and meeting new people than him. Theon could only know you by name and treat you like he'd known you for his entire life. He was just that kind of person. Bryce was hard to get close to. It took time and dedication for him to open up, mostly due to how he was raised. Never get close to someone unless they earn your trust. That was how he approached people. He began looking around for anyone, saying, "If anyone comes up to us, could you do most of the talking? And if any suitors come up, please don't blush like the setting sun, okay?"
Little-Fox
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[Akio]

Ryden Martell
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Ryden waited for a bit, considering his options when Lucas was the first to break the cycle, switching to a two-handed grip as he charged. He was coming to him, interesting. Let's see how he did on offense. Ryden put both hands on his sword and steadied himself, taking a stance of full defense. At the end of the day, this was supposed to be little than a test and while he had managed to survive a single exchange that hardly told him anything of value. He needed to exchange a few blows. He would raise his sword in a block to catch the blade across the flat of his own, a very normal block for the strangeness of his style he had shown up till now. Yet his stance and technique was solid and it seemed despite the strange tricks he had shown till now he was trained in the traditional knightly combat. He watched him cooly and it seemed as they were similar sizes their strength was very similar to while he would catch his blow with some effort if he hit straight on without any other tricks he would be able to hold it back. If he managed to catch the blow he would brace and try to push him back and if he freed his sword he would try to bring it down on his other shoulder beginning this exchange of blows.

 

[Akio]

Dorran Martell​

Dorran was not used to being left behind. Usually, he would trail after his father to sit on his councils and learn from him in these kinds of things but his father left him behind to speak to the Dowager Queen and now he was left completely lost in the vastness of Harrenhal. What was he supposed to do here? Should he interact with some of the other lords? That's what his father would do but what if they asked him something he couldn't answer? He was ricked by indecision and not knowing who to talk to he had picked somewhere by the entrance to sit and hopefully wait for his fathers return. He seemed out of place sitting on the benches, draped in rich fabric but trying to avoid eye contact with anyone around him. He looked up at one point after a couple minutes of waiting and saw two people walking along with each other. At first, he thought nothing of it but when he saw the insignia on the man he stiffened, realizing it was lord Stark and likely his daughter. For a moment he was wracked with indecision, should he go talk to them? Bryce was a Lord Paramount so rarely would he have a chance to speak with him, perhaps he should. Without thinking about it much further he stood, his cheeks already a light dusting of red as he approached him. With his bright colors and the insignia on his chest, it was clear he a member of house Martell and he inclined his head to them as he approached. "U-um good evening Lord Stark, Lady Stark. Welcome to Harrenhal." He said not really sure what else to say, though on self-reflection later her might have asked himself why he welcomed them to a castle that was not even his own nor without knowing how they had been there.

 

[JPTheWarrior]

Alexander Baratheon
Lord Paramount of the Stormlands
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Lilith stared at him for a few seconds. Alexander guessed she was thinking about what she should do: either stay with their children and help them get everything set or come with her husband to meet the other nobles and ladies. It was no suprise to Alexander when his wife chose the first option. "I will stay with the children" she said, giving him a sweet smile "I need to check if they have settled and aren't having any problems" Alexander nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Very well, my love. I'll go now and meet with my sister and my granddaughter. If we don't see each other again before the Council, I'll be back for dinner at night. We'll have many things to talk about by then" he smiled before he left, closing the door as he did.

Alexander took the time alone to get lost in his thoughts once again. With each step, the sound would echo through the black long halls, which were once empty and lacking any kind of prop to distract people from the heavy atmosphere Harrenhal created, but now full of vases with many species of flowers, signs that it had been decorated to satisfy House Tyrell's tastes. The lord paramount didn't dislike their personal touch, he actually welcomed it. Castles shouldn't make people remember the use human kind has for them, that is, to actually defend families from bloodbaths that will most likely reach them, sooner or later. No fortress was perfect and invincible, as history had the tenderness to show everyone once in a while. Yes, there are castles that haven't been conquered yet, although Alexander would bet his life that if dragons still flew around, sooner or later those strongholds would fall to the dragon's hellish flames.

Alexander was relieved those flying lizards were extinct. Many wish to have seen the winged monsters in their life spams, but the lord felt otherwise. Those scaled creatures, whose skin was hard as, if not tougher, than steel, were quite a problem to deal with. In the battlefield, they would dominate any army that would oppose them, Alexander's included. What can a stag do against a fire breathing gargantuan beast? It can become its dinner, and that is the only option. Or actually... it could be its ally. Indeed, Alexander wanted to support Elaena. Not because he feared her, the woman opposed no threat, not alone at least. She was as delicate as an orchid, and a pacifist to top that. No, Alexander wanted to become her ally because she was the most rightful person to sit on the throne. The blood of the previous King runned fresh on her veins, she was a true Targaryen. The bastard was certainly not a choice. Alexander didn't have anything against fake nobility, but someone needs to have standards to become the ruler of a country. And a son of the Crownlands did not meet those conditions. As for the unborn baby, yet to join this sad and brutal world, was too much of a risk. They would need to wait many years before the child could create its own opinions, and until there, it would become the puppet of whoever becomes part of its Small Council, perhaps even after it became a man, or a woman. No, the little dragon girl was the right decision and Alexander knew it.

The lord sighed, an headache growing out of many complicated and stressful thoughts. He let out a big sigh and decided to think of this matter later in the day. Right now, his older sister was the only thing he should focus on. He needed to talking with Queen Jocelyn, before this conflicted meeting started. He took a while to finally found her, but after asking for directions and whereabouts of his sister to some guards and nobles, he finally found her, having a conversation with a tanned skined man, of black hair and green eyes, who he recognized immediately: the Prince of Dorne, Qoren Martell. From the little Alexander heard, it seems the two nobles had the same objective as him: meeting with the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and Elaena Targaryen.

He took a few steps, showing himself to his sister and neighbour, but still kept his distance, respecting their interaction and letting it come to an end, before he himself had the chance to speak with the two lords.

ailurophile Akio TheFool

 

[Nightblade]

Jon Baratheon
The Silent Stag

Jon had spent some time reading through a few letters. Some looked good and others not so much. He knew Kings Landing would be in slight disarray, but as he read through the notes he had received, it looked worse than he thought. They would need to make their presence reinforced in the capital so that they did not lose complete control of Kings Landing. He was thinking about where support could come from. The sides were too closely matched to say anything of a potential war. Plans and schemes would be in demand to break the potential dead lock.

Jon looked thoughtful, not all of the lords were here yet so there was still time to plan. Getting up, he decided he would let off some steam by sparring. Going through his weapons, he chose a pair of swords. Putting on some training armor, he made his way to the sparring fields that had been set out.

When he arrived he saw some foot soldiers from the Storm lands, he made his way to them. Once he saw the soliders, he guessed his brother must have arrived since not many Stormlands men had been here. Spinning his blades, he spent some time sparring against some random soldier. While sparring away, Jon thought about how he should meet with his brother and sister together at some point. It was rare more than 2 of them were together at any one time and with the three Baratheons in the same place it was as good a time as ever. Quickly disarming the soldier before accepting the surrender, Jon accepted the victory with a nod and smile before letting the men at it.

Shedding the chest piece and grabbing a drink of water. Jon swallowed his fill before deciding he needed to get some food. Making his way through the various camps to find his own. He could see the different sigils of the great houses. Thinking to himself, Jon spotted some people standing around the main entry way to the grounds. From what he could make out it was some of the starks and what looked like one of the Martells. Fixing an easy grin on his face he thought to himself Time to begin the dance.

Akio Little-Fox Rusty of Shackleford​

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
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Don't blush like the setting sun... Her father's words hung in the air as they continued their way through. He even said please. I cannot even control such a thing... is it that obvious? She brought a hand up to her cheek as if to test for the heat there as she glanced up in time to avoid running into him. Peering around him, she nodded slightly at the Martell, recognizing the speared sun emblazoned on his tunic. Her father had asked her to do most of the talking... but she was just as nervous and backwards as he was and so as the spot of torchlight essentially fell on her, she couldn't help but flush at least a little. "Ah, thank you, Lord Martell." She offered softly, moving a bit so that she wasn't directly in her father's shadow, especially considering that she was just over a foot shorter than he was. And now... she had no idea what to say. Politics wasn't her specialty either and it would have seemed more than odd for her to initiate that sort of conversation to begin with. The poor girl hadn't even noticed the Baratheon that had taken notice of them, her hair fell to either side of her face and down to the center of her back, keeping most of her vision forward easily enough. In the light of Harrenhal, her blue eyes held a coloring that were most similar to the thrashing waves of a storm-blown sea, a stark contrast to her soft and placid demeanor.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce nodded at the Martell, briefly looking at Willow before saying, "Hello, uh...Lord Martell. Thank you. That's...very kind." He coughed a bit, asking, "What about yourself? How are you liking Harrenhall?" He adjusted his cloak, starting to feel hit as he hoped Willow would chime in any time now. He wasn't very good at small talk, unless it was with his wife or his children. He just couldn't do it. Wasn't in his nature, and he was too old to change at this point. He swallowed, saying, "Oh! I'm Lord Bryce Stark. This is my oldest daughter, Willow. Pleased to meet you, Lord..." He didn't know his name. He stood there, his arm outstretched awkwardly as he waited for a response.
Little-Fox
Akio

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[Akio]

Laena Martell
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Laena in the other part of the Harrenhal had just finished overseeing the final campsite of the Dornish gathering. While her brother had been given the job to oversee it and had to some extent Laena had made sure it all went smoothly. Now that everything was set down she was ready to walk around a little bit. She had been north of Dorne many times but never all the way to the mysterious Harrenhal. She was wearing a long robe that was the color of dull gold, her collar cut low enough to show the top of her rounded breasts and her dress fluttering around her legs breezily, enough to show off some of her long smooth legs. The dressed was elegantly woven and showed just enough of her assets without appearing to overly revealing, at least for a dornish woman though how much she was showing now was likely to be an offense to some already. She looked around curiously at the massive towers of Harrenhal, its size was impossible to match and she felt completely engulfed within its walls. She was looking around, often giving smiles to anyone who noticed her in greetings while eventually as she continued on her path seeing someone she recognized. Her eyes lit up a bit, it had been years since she had seen this man and he had mostly been bedridden at the time. Walking over to him she would make her presence known as she came up to him, clasping her hands together in front of her as her hands crossed over her chest and stomach as she favored him a smile. "Lord Caron!" She would call out with a gentle smile she was known for as she came before him. "Greetings Lord Caron, I see you have come to the Grand Council." She remarked giving him a chance to reply as her eyes slowly trailed over him. This was the first time she had seen him in seven years, she had changed much in that time. He wondered if he had as well.

 

[Akio]

Darron Martell
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"Oh, um im Lord Darron." He said his slight dusting of color on his cheeks deepening as he realized he hadn't introduced himself. "Ah Harrenhal is... Fine." He said trying to think of a word to describe the massive citadel of stone and strength Harrenhal was. He knew it was the largest castle in the realm, except for maybe the Rock which was built into a mountain from what he heard but Harrenhal was dark and imposing, carrying a darkness that seemed to hang off every stone and wall. Compared to the sand of Dorne and the Sandstone that the castles were built from Harrenhal seemed more like a tomb. Never the less he tried to force his thoughts off that and turned to look at Willow who had stepped more into view. She was beautiful, with vibrant red hair and fair skin with a scattering of freckles over her face and he found himself lost in her features for a moment before he turned and tried to look at lord Stark once more. "Thank you lord Stark for meeting me, your daughter is very beautiful." He said his sentence coming out a bit in fits as he grew tongue-tied, his eyes flicking back Willow and flickering down to her dress and chest only to look away quickly almost panickly quick in order to not be caught staring.

 

[ReverseTex]

Gaheris Coran
Were all liars here... I’m just better.
Akio - Laena Martell
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Gaheris stood silently, the sharp clatters and clanks of the forge behind him drowning his senses, as his eyes scanned the surrounding area. Harrenhal has been built to defend, at least for larger scale forces. He had always pondered upon the idea of what were to happen if the enemy was already within the fortress, as he had done with the Eerie... A reverie he knew would never flourish....

His icy steel eyes shot towards the precise accented voice - Dornish. The woman who approached him looked to be young, newly in her twenties if he had to presume, and the flowing Dornish linens trailing behind. Instinctively he forced a pleasant smile, however his eyes were one to never adapt, as they still held their ice. “Indeed I have, although I’m afraid more for the Baratheons presentation I presume... Now if I do remember correctly, you must be Laena? Apologies for my loose memory, but milk of the poppy had been in my system during our first meeting...” Allowing her to reply, Gaheris silently noted the details of the woman, her adeptness to detail was similar to his own. Indeed she was Martell... “I do suggest we move locations with we continue our reunion Lady Martell, May I?” Extending his elbow, out of pure chivalry, his icy eyes followerd her own as he waited patiently.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce stood there, motionless after the man's compliment. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to anyone flirting with his daughter's, much less in front of him. So he just kind of stood there, saying, "Umm...thank you, Lord Darron. That's...very kind of you." He smiled at his daughter,making sure Willow was beside him. He swallowed, saying, "Well, it's good to see a Martell here. My father fought alongside the Martell's in the War of the Ninepenny Kings, you know." He chuckled, saying, "Yeah. Should...I leave you two? I feel quite out kf place."
Little-Fox
Akio
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[Nightblade]

Jon Baratheon
The Silent Stag
Jon approached the Starks and he knew who they were bar the young girl whos face was hidden. With an easy grin, he spoke "Lord Stark, Lord Martell. It is good to see you both here, well as good as Harrenhal can be at least. Have you settled in alright?"

He asked as he slid easily into the conversation. Catching a part of it, referencing the War of the Ninepenny kings. He remembered reading up on it in his youth since his Father had taken part in it. Deciding to use this bit of information he jumped in. "I remember hearing my father tell me and my brothers tales from the war, despite it being a 1 year war it was deemed to be among the bloodiest, though when dealing with an army made up of pirates and mercenaries it is hardly going to be bloodless"

Jon gave his general opinion of the war before turning to the young lady. With a smile oozing charm, he placed one hand behind his back and gently took the girls hand in his other before bowing. "My Lady, allow me to welcome you to Harrenhal on behalf of House Baratheon. My name is Jon"

Letting her hand go, he gave a smile that radiated how relaxed he was before turning to the Martell in the group. "Darron, how are things in Dorne?. I swear by the seven that when you leave Dorne the heat stays behind"

He gave a grin as he looked briefly between Darron and Willow before making the connection. "You know there will probably be a bit of dancing tonight my lady" He said addressing Willow, "And my Friend Darron here happens to be an excellent dancer, I am sure he would be happy to dance with you tonight"

Jon finished with a polite smile, knowing poor Darron was probably tongue tied well it was fairly obvious he was but Jon liked the lad and decided to push him to take the plunge and offer a dance that night.

Akio
Little-Fox
Rusty of Shackleford​

 

[diwa]

Aregelle Stark
The Youngest Wolf
Winterfell

Just as soon as the dawn breaks, Aregelle was already up. Her eyes staring at the horizon and watches the sky turned pale blue from dark. Finally, the light of the golden orb stained the sky. It was only for a moment though; the sun never had much power in the North. In a matter of time, the sun was covered by the clouds and the vast expanse turned to grey. Like usual. Despite the summer season, the air is still nippy, but it was the type of weather all Northerners got used to. Abandoning her heavy clothing, she just wore a cotton pale blue dress along with the woolen coat. It was enough for her to wear that day.

After a quick breakfast, Aregelle easily evaded their Septa. She was scheduled to study embroidery that morning, though not feeling like doing anything or meeting the Septa at all, she made a quick escape towards the godswood. On her way, she was seen by a guard or two, along with other servants that dashing to and fro while doing their jobs, but knowing the youngest Stark, she'll bite and fight just to get what she wanted. In normal days, she is a very obedient little lady but these days are far from normal. Her father and sister were gone to Harrenhal, while her oldest brother, Theon set off to Vale leaving Aregelle with others. So in return, instead of studying, Aregelle escapes to godswood and just play with her dolls only coming back in time for lunch and after where she was set off to the random part of the forest again and will be coming back to Winterfell just before the sun sets. She knew their woods fairly well, but she is smart enough to know that the woods can still dangerous even if the person knows their way just like the back of their hand.

With her favorite doll in hand, Aregelle went to her usual morning leisure walks only to stop from time to time if she's seen remotely interesting. Above her, the sunlight stream past the leaves while the fog creates the illusion of the woods being endless. She then saw couple of rabbits resting in the moss covered trunk, smiling, the youngest Stark went after it but the rabbits already scurried away. Still, Aregelle ran after it but only to stop in her track when she heard noises. Picking a stone on the ground she went towards the direction where she heard the noises, already had something to blame why the rabbit scuttled away, she was ready to pelt stones at it for revenge. Her aim is steady and true and she knew that she can hit it if she just focuses.

"You're energetic today, aren't you?" Aregelle immediately hid behind a tree, the stone still ready in her hands. She held her breath and listened in. The voice was definitely familiar, and she was right as she heard the owner of the voice spoke again. "I love you Larah. So, so much. I can't live without you." Addam. A disgusted look formed upon Aregelle's face hearing Addam’s words. But then her interest was caught when she heard him say her sister’s name. Aregelle made a quick peek, making sure that he was indeed with Larah and not alone and imagining things when saw her sister lying on the grass with the bastard. And what they did next almost made her throw up. She saw him leant down and gave her a lingering kiss. Shivering, definitely not from the cold, Aregelle ran away back to Winterfell and wished that she just stayed with their Septa and studied. Annoyed at the two for ruining her day in the woods and chasing away her rabbits, Aregelle figured a plan to get back at them.
Avocados'N'Bravado
Rusty of Shackleford

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[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce cleared his throat as the Baratheon came, saying, "Ah, Lord Jon. A pleasure." He blushed a bit at the man saying that Darron and Willow should dance, saying, "I mean...I'm not opposed to it. You can so whatever you want, dear." He smiled weakly, glad that he wasn't the only awkward in here. He hated this. And he really just wanted the vote to happen so he could go home and be with his wife. He missed her. Her hair, her skin. Everything. He sighed, wiping some sweat from his brow as he wondered when the vote was going to happen, and when he could go home."
Little-Fox
Akio
Nightblade
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[Akio]

Laena Martell
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Despite his icy gaze she never flinched away from it, her green eyes meeting his with intelligence and kindness without flinching from his gaze. In fact, her smile seemed to widen as if pleased that he still remembered her. "That is correct Lord Caron, i'm glad you remember me even though I was very different at the time and the circumstances behind it." She said with a flourish and when he extended his arm she took it gracefully, stepping a little bit closer to him then strictly necessary as she turned her gaze up to him with a smile. He wasn't unpleasant to look at, despite the chill in his eyes and she didn't mind being on his arm. "Then let us go, lord Caron, Harrenhal is a big place, im sure we can find somewhere to have a proper chat." She said with a bit of a tease in her voice as she would allow him to move her along beside him, her hands clasped on his arm as she moved with him. "I must admit I was not aware of any presentations planned by the Baratheons. What do they have planned? For most people, the council would be enough excitement." She commented as she moved with him, her eyes on his face as she awaited an answer as she could feel a few eyes resting on the pair as they moved along.

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
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Willow stood by her father quietly, trying to maintain that polite posture when her father unceremoniously threw her under the carriage so to speak. By the Old Gods no... please... please do not leave me here. Of course... none of the this was verbalized, she was far to timid and polite a woman to say such a thing and so she could only offer him a smile. She'd been about to speak, ready to find any excuse whatsoever to either ensure he stayed with her or that she went with him, but then another joined the conversation.

Oh thank goodness... someone who isn't afraid to speak. She bit her lower lip as she listened, eager to just settle in to listening when the newcomer's attention shifted to her, her freckles starting to connect a bit as they brightened with color as he took her hand in his. "Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Baratheon." She stated with that same quiet tone she'd greeted the other with, her hand quickly returning to join the other at her front. Her gaze lofted from Jon to Darron as he was spoken to, before flicking back to Jon once more, that color only continuing to darken with his suggestion. She glanced up at her father before taking a very small step back, her lower lip pressed between her teeth briefly as she shook her head. "I... I'm really not much of a... of a dancer, myself. I'd probably end up stepping on his feet at least... at least a time or two." She stammered as she let her gaze drop to the ground between their little huddle, her hair falling forward to help hide at least some of her darkening features.

Rusty of Shackleford Akio Nightblade

 

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Gaheris Coran
Were all liars here... I’m just better.
Akio - Laena Martell
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Gaheris knew how the Dornish operated; their tentative sexuality’s paired either with deathly intelligence, or slippery fighting skills. Some had both, and some had neither. Laena appeared to have the intelligence, spotting her attempt to womanize herself in hopes for information... However, he didn’t display his findings physcially. He continued his simper and patterned steps as normal...

“I do not know for sure what the plans are, but I think I’ve concluded Alexander’s choice of a heir... But marcher houses are always brought to the stage for display, nothing more, nothing less. The Baratheons value opinion and order, but they discredit our uprising desires...” The two had began to disappear from the yard, and within the security of the shaded breezeway of Harrenhal. “What about your house, do they plan to side alongside the Baratheons? Or are they more creative thinkers...?”

 

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Dorran Martell


Darron wasn't sure what to think when Lord Stark offered to leave and he didn't know what to say. Being left along with this beautiful woman is something that he knew someone like his brother would take in stride but he wouldn't even know what to say. He was about to try to tell him that wasn't necessary when suddenly someone he had never seen suddenly came up and stole the entire conversation. Before he could even think of trying to get a word in edgewise he took over the conversation, talking about the war of ninepenny kings causing Darron to lap into silence. More than willing to allow him to control the direction of this conversation. When he introduced himself as Jon and asked him how things were in Dorne he felt compelled to respond. "Things are well back home, my father has seen to Dorne remaining strong as always." At least that he could answer without stammering, as it was well rehearsed, he was even a bit pleased he got it out without tripping over his words despite his state when Jons next words sent all his good feelings crashing down. Dorran looked at him panicked, he had never met this man before and suddenly he was setting him up with this beautiful girl he couldn't even talk to and when her father confirmed it the blush that shot out across his face was mortifying. "Ummm.." Was all he could say, looking at Willow not knowing what to say to her about all this and just looking at her caused him to blush even deeper not knowing how to counteract Jons claim with Bryce now giving his permission without it being more awkward than it already was.

Laena Martell
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Laena seemed to take a moment to consider his question, putting thought into it without answering right away. "Elaena is our cousin so it natural we should support her, though my father has not made his choice known. He will likely do what is best for our people, as he's always done." What his words about their desires caused some curiosity in her she did not go into it right away. Instead seemingly content to walk in silence for a bit, she had made it clear that while Elaena was favored by Dorne her father had not yet made his choice, publically anyway and as they left all others behind them she looked at him and spoke once more. "The Marcher Houses have always been stalwart allies to the Baratheons and the crown, yet everyone here has a vote regardless of their liege lord. Do you think some votes will go opposite of the way that's expected, I know my father has been taking in his own vassal's opinions for several days to watch for such things." She said offering some information even if fairly negligible to him to show she wasn't against sharing what she knew, but she was a curious girl and wanted to hear something back as well. For her father if nothing else.