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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister nodded as she listened before considering Cayden Martell's offer. It was a well weighed one. On one hand, if she refused without good reason, she might shun Dorne and House Martell from future political and diplomatic talks. On the other, given the presences of so many different houses, many of them of Lord Paramounts of different parts of Westeros, dancing with a Prince Martell might not give the best impressions to the others, especially without a formal alliance between the Lannisters and the Martells. Thus far she had only danced with the more powerful lords and sires in the Westerlands, many to either reinforce or improve House Lannister's relations with. Truth be told it was tiring, all the political maneuvers and compliments and polite smiles; she had no idea how Tiber seemed to not only not tire from such things, but actually thrives off of them. Looking back at the Dornishman, and knowing the current song will end soon and the next one begin, she had limited time to answer him. Draining the last contents from her glass, she set it down and stood up.


"I appreciate the offer Prince Cayden, however I've been dancing for a bit tonight and neglecting my duties to the bride for too long. I must check up on Lady Leanne, so I apologize but I must decline for now. Perhaps another time." Given him a quick curtsy, the Lion Maid turned and headed back to the head table, where some of the crowd had cleared out. On the way, she happened to pass Lord Roland's table, where she spotted Kylie conversing with the Lord of Fair Isle himself. The handmaiden gasped softly before nodding quickly and taking the strong man's arm facing the dance floor, even taking a few steps towards it, slightly pulling the lord forward. When she made eye contact with Celena, the handmaiden mouthed "by the Seven" before giggling excitedly and going along with Lord Wilds. Celena shook her head softly with a smile before continuing on, feeling sorry for Kevan on the next table over, trying to drown himself in ale from a barrel. He would likely not remember anything from tonight at the rate he was drinking, but Celena couldn't help but pity him a bit. The poor boy was no match against Roland Wilds, in and out of combat.


Finally arriving at the head table, the Lion Maid gave a quick curtsy to Tiber, who returned a nod as he went back to his conversation with another Lord, and went to the soon to be bride's side. Checking up on the Brax, Celena asked, "Leanne, is everything alright? Can I get you anything?" The Brax was wearing a flowing dress of purple and gold, symbolizing the marriage she would take part in. With her hair flowing down her side, she gave Celena a smile.


"Not at the moment, though do you mind doing a round for me? I know the Queen and certain houses aren't on the best of terms, and I would like to not have any trouble through all of this. Just make sure everyone's merry and enjoying themselves." Celena nodded, before giving her a quick hug.


"Of course, and you let me know if you realized you need anything taken care of."


The two girls let go of each other and exchange smiles, before Celena took another glass of wine, this time an Arbor Gold and began making her way around the Great Hall. To her surprise, though not by much, she had not seen the Queen yet with her Queensguards, nor House Tully. None of the Starks or Baratheons had arrived at the festival as far as she knew, so the Lion Maid did her best to make sure everyone was having a good time, taking a moment at each table to chat with various individuals on it before moving to the next, sipping on the Arbor Gold in the process.


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The Rock


The Black Dragon
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The black dragon has a devious glint in his eyes as he wandered throughout the open Lannister festival. Even outside the gates of Casterly Rock there was life buzzing. Guards, sellswords, bannermen of all size and descriptions were loitering. Some small folk, businessmen, were outraged that they weren't allowed further inside. Others turned down at the gates waited patiently off to the side, likely hoping for a friend on the inside to vouch for them. 'Gold will do me no good here.' He gripped his blade tighter. He had left the regular steel sword in Highgarden when he departed. Now he has Blackfyre, the sword that Aegon the First used to conquer all of Westeros. Part of Viserys felt fear spike inside of him as he approached the gates, the guards giving off no friendly impression.


He inhaled sharply. Tiber Lannister was gaining a name for himself, not only in Westeros but all over the world. Even he, the captain general of the Golden Company, knew of the new lion. He was hiring Sellswords from across the world, the most famous being possibly the Windblown. It suited the man surprisingly well. These were companies he communicated with, fought against, and won gold off of. He knew their leaders and their colors, what battles they've been in recently and the state of their company, roughly. It was his job to always be aware of new powers in the sellsword world. The Golden Company couldn't allow any group to get big enough to threaten them. For that reason Viserys wore the colors of the Windblown, cheap enough to have stitched for him in Lannisport. The blue and white colors were casscading across his chest, hiding the mail armor he wore underneath. If he were to be disguised as a sellsword - the statement alone made him chortle - He would need to look the part.


The platinum blonde haired man approached the gates, the guards reacted as they should've. "And who are you?" He looked Viserys up and down. "Sellsword. What business do you have in the keep?"


Viserys kept a soft smile on his face, leaning to the left and arcing his hip. "I'm captain Viserys. . " He left out a last name. Many sellswords didn't have those, apart from the exiles in the Golden Company that is. There everyone was from the lost house of Gardener or Mudd. "Of the Windblown. I'm here to speak to Lord Tiber or any man with his authority, our captain-general has found an issue in the contract." A loose hole in the story propped up. "He sent me as he's terribly ill. Nothing serious, but he's unable to move far from a chamber pot."


The guards looked at one another. "We'll get Ser Tidus to see to this matter. Stay here." The man personally turned into the gate, just beyond Viserys' vision. Another guard replaced him, giving the dragon no more warmth than the one before. It didn't matter to the true king. They didn't matter. Only the gold beneath Casterly Rock was important.


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As Celena walked away for a moment Cayden didn't move. If this was some ordinary conquest of some girl at a bar perhaps he would have just shrugged his shoulders and move on but at the moment suddenly the weight of the last three weeks hit him since he left Daenna, no the weight of the last five years. Suddenly his throat felt tight and his vision blurred with a sudden burst of helplessness and anger. This was to much, what was he thinking he could do anything.


He grabbed both drinks and downed them within moments of each other. His thought became dark and clouded. "I just left five years of war and I return to more war." Suddenly he wanted to hit something, to scream at the top of his lungs or have the power to do anything. "Daenna getting married to some Ibben king, war in Westeros, my own family in harm's way. What a thing to return home to." He thought to himself, he had missed his fathers and mothers death to try and learn and protect his friends and family and here he was failing to do a single thing. For a moment melancholy filled his eyes. "What would you have done father.... Did you scorn me I was not at your side when you died... What would you have said to me." For a moment he couldn't help but think the last five years were for nothing, did all that suffering amount to nothing. Why was Daenna putting her life on the line for the throne, and trusting him to negotiateom her behalf, to hold her life in his hands. "I can't even pass along a simple message." He thought to himself sinking further into self pity when he heard steps approaching him. He glanced up from his place on the wall towards the three men approaching him. He knew their type, mercenaries, captains no less, coming to him and he immediately knew why they were there. He had killed their men, fought with them. "Go away if you wish to keep your lives." He said some of his bangs covering his eyes with were now almost black in the light as he glanced up coldly, he was in no mood for low lives.


One of the men snorted, their backs were to the party to prevent anyone from seeing what was happening as one of them pulled a knife. "Shut it Cayden, from the second you entered that melee we've been waiting for you. You killed my men, butchered my brother, you and your cronies and cost me a fair bit of coin. But now none of them are here." He said a small knife slipping into his hand as Cayden stiffened, the situation about to become explosive in the quiet corner of the party that some people may have been starting to notice, perhaps to late to stop some of violence as one of the men stepped forward palming the knife.


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As Celena walked away for a moment Cayden didn't move. If this was some ordinary conquest of some girl at a bar perhaps he would have just shrugged his shoulders and move on but at the moment suddenly the weight of the last three weeks hit him since he left Daenna, no the weight of the last five years. Suddenly his throat felt tight and his vision blurred with a sudden burst of helplessness and anger. This was to much, what was he thinking he could do anything.
He grabbed both drinks and downed them within moments of each other. His thought became dark and clouded. "I just left five years of war and I return to more war." Suddenly he wanted to hit something, to scream at the top of his lungs or have the power to do anything. "Daenna getting married to some Ibben king, war in Westeros, my own family in harm's way. What a thing to return home to." He thought to himself, he had missed his fathers and mothers death to try and learn and protect his friends and family and here he was failing to do a single thing. For a moment melancholy filled his eyes. "What would you have done father.... Did you scorn me I was not at your side when you died... What would you have said to me." For a moment he couldn't help but think the last five years were for nothing, did all that suffering amount to nothing. Why was Daenna putting her life on the line for the throne, and trusting him to negotiateom her behalf, to hold her life in his hands. "I can't even pass along a simple message." He thought to himself sinking further into self pity when he heard steps approaching him. He glanced up from his place on the wall towards the three men approaching him. He knew their type, mercenaries, captains no less, coming to him and he immediately knew why they were there. He had killed their men, fought with them. "Go away if you wish to keep your lives." He said some of his bangs covering his eyes with were now almost black in the light as he glanced up coldly, he was in no mood for low lives.


One of the men snorted, their backs were to the party to prevent anyone from seeing what was happening as one of them pulled a knife. "Shut it Cayden, from the second you entered that melee we've been waiting for you. You killed my men, butchered my brother, you and your cronies and cost me a fair bit of coin. But now none of them are here." He said a small knife slipping into his hand as Cayden stiffened, the situation about to become explosive in the quiet corner of the party that some people may have been starting to notice, perhaps to late to stop some of violence as one of the men stepped forward palming the knife.


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The Wedding


POV:Lyonel Hightower


Lyonel snorted in laughter as he gulped down his wine, "Roland fucking Wilds?! That hedgeknight prick? I heard Lord Lannister gave him a large chunk of his land... I would teach him a lesson or two.". Morgan looked at Lyonel with a smug expression on her face "Teach him a lesson?! You had your ass kicked before you even met him. What was that you said again?" Morgan threw up her hands and mockingly screamed "I yield!"


Ben Costayne and his men sniggered and Lyonel face went red "I am twice the man he is! I will show all of you, just wait until the brackets!" Lyonel drunkenly promised. Lyonel noticed out the corner of his eye Cayden Martell and a few sellswords he was that spearman wasn't he? Once he saw the dagger in the sellswords hands he shot out of his chair and shoved his hand towards Ben "Sword!" He shouted spitting the word out these scoundrels need to learn their place. Ben and his men rose up beside Lyonel after giving him his sword.


Lyonel and Ben along with 4 other men rushed to aid the Dornishman prince.

 

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Roland Wilds - Casterly Rock - The Great Hall

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Roland smiled at the young woman as she told him her name "Kylie, a simple name, one that decieves how truly beautiful you are" he spoke. Only moments later she pulled on his arm, bringing him out to the dance floor, Roland actually struggling to keep his footing. She was an agressive woman and it seemed she took what she liked when it was presented to her, something Roland could relate to. Moving in front of Kylie Roland would take one of her hands into his right, placing his left on her lower back as they began to dance.


Roland had never practiced, in fact the only reason he knew how to dance in the first place was because he had intended quite a few feasts due to the dozens of tourneys he had participated in. Bringing Kylie in close he would continue to dance, though his attention shifted to the corner of the room. From what Roland could see that dornishman, Cayden Martell was being confronted by three men. From their body language they seemed intent on violence. Sadly however Roland was not, instead he was content with dancing while the song played loudly in the hall. If there was a fight Roland would do his best to make sure Kylie never even noticed and he would not join the fray himself unless directly ordered to by Tiber Lannister himself. However, knowing how protective the man was of his own family, and being known as one of the greatest fighters in Westeros made Roland think it likely Tiber would indeed order Roland to stop the violence.


"I've had my eye on you for quite some time my lady" Roland spoke as he looked Kylie in the eyes. "I remember you from Celena's carriage, I went out of my way to find you in the stands while I was in the pit. I can't deny that I fancy you quite a bit, but I would like to get to know you as well". Listening as Kylie then took the opportunity to tell Roland of every single moment of her life he attempted to keep calm and listen as carefully as possible.


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Lyonels sudden shout for his sword suddenly broke through the music and calm as the mercenaries flinched thinking for a moment the Hightower was talking about them instead of grabbing his own. In that moment of split inattention Cayden moved. He was furious right now, full of self pity and a healthy degree of exhaustion but right now he felt thankful he once again had someone to take it out on. His fist lashed out to the man in front of him and there was a crack of bone an bone as the man's head smacked to the side, the crack etheir coming from his jaw of Caydens knuckle but his face looking out of place. Even as they were refocusing on him he was moving, grabbing one man's shoulder as his own blade started to raise and kneed him hard directly into his balls, causing the man to let out a scream of pain. The last man got a chance to swing. Only once. Cayden grabbed his wrist and with his other hand suddenly reached over and grabbed the man's head and slammed him into the pillar next to him, causing him to drop his blade and a loud crack to ring out. Cayden then slammed him against and there was a louder snap and the man's nose broke and he slid to the floor by then the first man had recovered but now with several people moving to intercept both from Lyonel and likely the Lion guard and his two friends down he tried to run. Cayden closed the distance im two steps as he turned, kicking the back of his knee sending him to the ground and put the heel of his foot on his neck while the three blades were left on the floor, one having slid dangerously close to one of the previously dancing couples feet. Cayden looked up at his would be rescuers, falling on Lyonels face, his expression incredulous like he couldn't believe what he was seeing, five reachmen coming to help a Dornish prince. Remembering where he was he looked at the other party guest, many frozen by the sudden violence and wondered if he should say something before Tiber chopped his head off. "One more fuck up." He thought to himself looking at the party, the man under his heel staying still and trying to breath so Cayden didn't crush his throat.


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Tidus Marbrand


The Courtyard, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand walked quickly towards the gate, with a pair of Lionguards and the Lord of Lannisport next to him.


They had been surveying the party in the Great Hall when a guard informed him of a problem with the Windblown's contract. Not sure if he had the authority to look through these things, the commander of the Lionguards was about to inform Lord Tiber when he spotted Lord Edwyn to the side. When he told the Lord of Lannisport of the situation, Lord Edwyn quickly agreed to see to the situation himself, rather than remove the Lord of Casterly Rock from the center of the celebration for such a relatively minor matter. Now, trekking in the torchlight hanging from the various posts and in one of the Lionguard's hand, they headed towards the main gate.


"I swear by the Father if they're asking for more money in the middle of the night." Tidus heard Lord Edwyn mutter to his side, and he looked up at the star filled sky. It was a beautiful night, without a cloud in the sky. The Lionguard commander counted his fortunes; he would not like to make the same trip in a rainstorm.


They quickly arrived to the front gate, where a good combinations of smallfolks, merchants, whores and what looked to be very minor, insignificant nobles waited, hoping to get some sort of sliver of the highborn society happening within. They came under the large gatehouse, no doubt manned by at least a half dozen archers up top and approached the Windblown commander who waited by the guards he conversed with. Lord Edwyn waved the man through, and gestured to a nearby door. The group collectively walked into the night shift's barracks, which obviously was empty. The lone Lionguard with the torch went around lighting other torches and candles nearby, though the relatively large room was still pretty dim. The Lord of Lannisport sat down at the dining table in the middle and gestured the man to sit as well, though Tidus remained standing.


"Well, what's the problem? If your commander wants more gold, he'll have to wait until the killing starts. I doubt Tiber can be convinced to pay you any more than he already is, and I agree. What you're getting is more than generous considering the fighting haven't started." The light from the nearby candles flickered, casting themselves over the Windblown captain's features. Tidus noticed Lord Edwyn's eyes narrowed and his position shifted. The Lionguard commander placed a hand over the hilt of his sword, and in responds the two Lionguard in the room drew their blades an inch, but no more. The Lord of Lannisport spoke again, though this time more suspiciously. "If you are a sellsword, you would be under Baelor Velaryon's employ, or the Golden Company, especially if you look like that. Who are you?"


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Martyn Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.

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Martyn Lannister watched his uncle and good friend walked out, towards the main gate.


The Mountain Lion had been relatively bored, watching the celebration from the side. For once he didn't actually have his armor on, and it made him feel slightly naked. The light, padded leather armor woven under his clothing gave some protection, but there was something about plate mail that just felt... secure. Looking around, he expected the night to close out as it began, boring. Evidently that was not the case as some sellswords started harassing one of the Martell princes. The Mountain Lion sighed outwardly, though inside he let out a breath of relief. He would have to neutralize the situation quickly for his future sister-in-law, but that didn't mean he won't snap a few necks or crack a few skulls if needed. Walking forward, a pair of Lionguards came to Martyn's flanks, with one handing him a mace.


They passed the dance floor where his little sister's handmaiden was dancing with Roland Wilds. It seemed she was quite smitten by him, blushing a bit and clinging close. As Martyn passed, he could hear her say, "oh Lord Rolands, I'm so flattered. I'm of House Peckledon. We're really small so you probably haven't heard of us. My mother had a favor with Lady Lannister, Lord Tiber's mother, and I was assigned as Lady Celena's handmaiden. Since then she's treated me with nothing but kindness, and I'm happy to serve her. Oh. Oh my. We really shouldn't be dancing this close, Lord Roland." Despite her words, Kylie clung on to him as though she was drowning, and they swayed away from them. Martyn shook his head. He would never understand how someone who seemed as undisciplined off the field as Roland could cultivate such skills and experience on it.


Finally they arrived, only to find that the Hightowers have taken upon themselves to intervene. The fight had broken out and now Martyn had to fix things. Stepping in front of the Dornish Prince and the Hightower band, the Mountain Lion stood, rotating the mace in his hand. Even without his full armor, Martyn's presence stood tall above the average man, and he looked around at everyone. "Is there a problem here gentlemen?" The sellsword under Cayden began to speak.


"Yeah, that bas-" The breath was cut from his lungs as the heel drove into him more and another sellsword, one with a broken nose.


"No good Ser, no problems at all." Martyn gave him an indifferent look, just long enough to make the man squirm under his gaze.


"Then perhaps you might kindly before I break both of your arms for violating our hospitality." The sellsword's eyes widen before nodding furiously and grabbing his friend, as well as the one under Cayden and quickly exiting, followed by some guards that had appeared along with another two Lionguards. The two pairs surrounded the situation with Martyn at the helm, who then turned to the Dornish Prince and the Hightower son. "I'll overlook this insult to us on the conditions that you retire to your quarters for the night Prince Martell. Now, will you allow us to show you to your quarters?" Turning to the Hightowers, Martyn coolly regarded them, "I seemed to recall that all weapons of visitors were supposed to be surrendered at the main gates to be returned whenever you leave. I apologized if those instructions were unclear Ser Hightower, but we will need to take your weapons now." The other Lionguards had their swords out, though none were at ready. Now that the room's attention had shifted to them it would be up to the men in front of him how this night would pan out.


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The Feast


POV: Lyonel Hightower


Lyonel spat on the ground in response to the Mountain Lion."You recall wrong boy not once was I asked for my weapon and if I had not had my weapon A Prince may have been murdered under your watch." With that being said Lyonel shoved the edge of his sword forcefully into the ground and so did Ben Costayne and the rest of his men. "I would assume a thanks would be in order but I have come to expect less from lions." Lyonel said bitterly, in a lighter mood he looked towards Cayden "Don't die just yet Prince I promised you a fight didn't I?" Lyonel turned his back on the lot of them and stated "I hope to see you in the brackets tomorrow." As he made his way back to the table with his men.


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The Rock


The Black Dragon
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Viserys eyed the man carefully as he asked the all important question. 'Who are you?' Viserys grinned. There wasn't any point in keeping the charade up much longer. He spent more time in Westeros in the pass month than he had in years. He'd come as clean as a man of the black dragon could."A hedge knight." He began. The room was tense and the commander knew he shouldn't play his games with these men, but the glee in his voice was hard to hide. "And a soldier." He let his arms hang by his side as if they were damp noodles, to show how little he intended to harm them. "You must be Ser Tidus?" He nodded to himself. He'd never met any of the Old Lion's men. He wasn't too large a fan of Tytos Lannister, though that was more due to the company he kept. "May I have your word that whatever I say here will be kept between us?" He looked at the guards and the other man with Ser Tidus, nodding his head.


"I come as an emissary of one with great power. May I. . ?" He asked, poking at the tunic he wore. In an instant he began to tear off the colors, balling the tunic up in his right hand to reveal the boiled leather underneath, with the mail tightly crossed over it. The most significant article was another piece of clothing tied onto the mail, a pure golden banner. That of Bittersteel's Company. The mercenary found himself laughing as he stared down at it. "It's been a long trip, I've hid my identity for quite a while. I am here to negotiate generous terms with Lord Tiber Lannister on behalf of the Golden Company." He paused, stepping forward. "I would hope he would see me, Sers. With war on the horizon and with word of the sellswords under Lord Lannister's banners, our commanders believe you'd make for great employers. . "


Part of Viserys kept out the details of his own ambitions. Any man of intelligence would already know what the Golden Company did. The guards around him might not, and he didn't need them chattering on about a new king negotiating with their lord. It was easier to make this look like another sellsword company looking for work. "If he has time for me, I'd most appreciate that. I can always wait around the feast too, I presume?"


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Roland Wilds - Casterly Rock - The Great Hall

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By the gods shes stronger than she looks was all Roland could think as he was squeezed tightly by Kylie, the small woman actually making his breathing much harder with the pressure she exerted with her arms wrapped so tightly around his frame. "Youre house may be small, but I assure you that they are just as noble as any other" Roland spoke, trying to appeal to her pride. His words were somewhat true however, as his house had only recently been reformed and he was seen as little more than a mercenary rather than a descendant of an ancient house just as old as the Lannisters. So in truth he had some pity for her, as houses like hers were likely longer lived than other more important ones but were not treated with the respect they deserved.


"Ah, but you can't be a handmaiden forever, one day you will be a lords lady, and I do hope he appreciates you even more than Lady Celena does. After all, a lady of house Pickledon deserves nothing less". Speaking with his typical charming smile Roland would glance over at Martyn, the lumbering man likely catching grief from the drunks within the hall. Honestly Roland felt bad for Martyn at times, he had always been so rigid and discplined, perhaps that was why he was able to compete with him on the field despite Martyn barely being eighteen. Roland on the other hand knew how to let loose when he was no longer in his armor and he'd have it no other way, or perhaps he'd never be able to sleep at night remembering all the lives hes ended.


Perhaps this would be the war where Martyn would learn to do the same, for once a man had slain more men than he had held a conversation with he would need some kind of release. A solemn look came over Roland's face for a moment, it was sad thinking that soon a young man of Martyn's ability would soon be thrown into the meat grinder of war, only to be spit back out a husk of his former self, similarly to Roland when he participated in his first truly horrific campaign. The war of the lion was only a taste young lion he thought to himself as he lowly focused back on Kylie, his mood having been soured slightly by the thoughts of coming war. A pity the only thing he or I will ever be good at is taking life.





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Cayden found himself wanting to laugh at this entire scene. The pure look of shock on many of the Lords faces were priceless, like they had never seen a brawl before. Cayden might have laughed out loud of it wasn't for the fact he was reading gazes with the Mountain Lion. Almost uncounsiously he sought a stronger footing and nearly crushed the man's throat under him jist as he was starting to talk. He did not have to wait long for the Sellswords to leave the scene however, no doubt they would get chastised by their employer later on.


His expression was carefully controlled as he looked at the Mountain Lion as the Hightower party all but spit in the Lions face, surrendering their weapons only grudgingly. "Is there blood in the water between those two... Or something larger at work." He couldn't help but think to himself as they walked away, the Lannisters had assembled their host, perhaps Tiber did indeed plan to use it.


He turned his gaze to the Mountain Lion again though he couldn't help noticing the other Lannisters, the former Lady Brax and the blond who refused him. He doubted he was making a good impression. "Perhaps I really am not the best negotiator for the job." He thought, a bit of his melancholy returning now the fight was done. Perhaps it was this or his general intoxication that lead him to say, "I have a room? I thought I showed up yesterday unannounced, took place in a melee, got my life threatened at this feast, and am now getting sent to bed without supper for defending myself against Lannister mercenaries?" He stated, even if he wasn't as physically impossing as the Mountain Lion there was no doubting his speed he showed off yet again and he wall tall enough to see almost eye to eye with him which he met to the best of his ability.


Nevertheless he didn't want create that much more of a scene saying more then that so he nodded, no reason to make the Lannisters think even less of him. "Aye if you want to send me to bed it's your castle, can't tell you what to do with it." He said with a shrug before inclining his head to both lady Lannisters. "Apologies for disturbing your feast, it was my mistake." He said before looking at Martyn. "Shall we go?" He asked thinking to himself, "Wonder if I had gotten that dance I still would have been cornered by mercenaries." That train of thought didn't really improve his mood.


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Tidus Marbrand


The Night Shift's Barracks, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.






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Ser Tidus Marbrand looked over to hear Lord Edwyn respond to the man. "Of course, though you must understand that I'll need to inform Lord Tiber of everything that transpired here, since you requested an audience with him." The man seemed to understand and took off most of his costume before placing down a gold banner with a sigil on it. Tidus stared at the banner and back to the "hedge knight." It was Bittersteel's company, which meant that the soldier that sat in front of them came from the Golden Company, which also meant he fought for the Black Dragon rising out of the East. Lord Edwyn looked at the banner then back to the emissary, before waving his hand. At that Tidus and the two lionguards relaxed, while the Lord of Lannisport turned back to address the newcomer. The older man had a guarded, but not neutral expression on his face.


"Quite an offer from House Blackfyre and their supporters. You are correct in that we're always looking for more swords to add to our armies, and that we make generous employers." Lord Edwyn picked up the banner, as though inspecting it more closely for himself. After a moment, it seemed to have been satisfactory to the older man, as he placed it back on the table in front of the emissary. "I'll see if Lord Tiber has a moment after tonight's feast to meet with you. It should be winding down, so if you'll follow the two Lionguards here, they'll show you the way to the Lord's Office. If Lord Tiber wished to speak with you tonight, he will arrive there shortly. If not, the guards will redirect you to one of the many guest rooms in the castle." He got up, before looking to the discarded disguise. "Perhaps it might be sound if you hidden your identity once more. We have many members of Westeros' highest echelon in the Rock and it might be better if they aren't privy to this meeting."


With that Lord Edwyn got up and turned to the two Lionguards in the room, giving them instructions. Tidus watched the newcomer warily before following the older lion out of the room, while the other Lionguards stayed behind to show the emissaries to Tiber Lannister's office. Tidus grabbed an extra torch from a nearby stand and lit it to provide some light for them as they made their way back to the Great Hall. The Lionguard Commander couldn't help but to speak out loud. "The Golden Company's powerful, but hiring them would essentially make us allies with the Blackfyres." Edwyn nodded in agreement.


"True. Even though they've fought for many sides, their only loyalty is to the Black Dragon. We'll have to deal with this one carefully." They returned to the Great Hall, just in time to see the last of the commotions at the corner. "What do we have here?" Edwyn asked as they approached the head table, more to himself than anything.


Tiber, who had been watching the scene, appeared next to the two. "Just some scuffle between sellswords and a Dornish Prince, nothing to be alarmed about. Though Hightower did say some particular things about us lions." The Warden of the West gave a look over to the Hightower's table with their retinue.


Tidus frowned, "My lord, should I-" Tiber waved his hand.


"No need, Martyn's already on it. Though remember to reprimand the gate guards for the entrance to the Rock tonight. Hightowers managed to get some swords through and nearly used them."


Tidus' frown deepened, "Rest assured they will be disciplined my lord."


Nodding, the Lord of Casterly Rock looked back over to his uncle. "So, what's going on uncle?" Edwyn waved the two of them over to behind the throne, where they found some privacy, especially with the commotion from the front.


"An 'emissary' from the Golden Company arrived, wanting to negotiate a contract between us and them. Though given his features, it's likely either the Black Dragon himself or one of Baelor Velaryon's sons spying for him in the Golden Company."


Tiber raised his eyebrows, "That's quite a statement."


"Purple eyes, white blond hair, there's no doubt. Any mixing of blood outside would've removed at least one of those traits. Aye, it's one or the other alright." Tiber thought about something, then nodded. Edwyn continued, "he'll be waiting in your office with two Lionguards until you're done here. If you don't want to meet him tonight, we can arrange another time." The Lord of Casterly Rock nodded, before turning back to Tidus.


"Ser Tidus, do you mind seeing if my brother requires any assistance? It seems everything settled down a bit here, but my fiancee can use more reassurance that her festivities aren't threatened again."


Tidus gave a quick bow, "of course my lord." Turning, he headed in the commotion's center.


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Martyn Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Martyn Lannister could smell the alcohol in the Hightower's breath. Still, if the pissant had so much as spit in his direction the Mountain Lion would've broken the other man's jaw, Hightower or not, drink or no drink. He made a mental note to personally crack the man's skull should the opportunity arrive, but at the moment the situation was diffused, and that was what was important currently. Martyn calmly retorted to the back of Lyonel, "Would you like me to thank you for disturbing the peace within my home or smuggling weapons into it against our direct requests to our guests? Sit down, shut up and drink the ale we provided. Then go sleep on the bed paid for by Lannister gold, Hightower, before we reconsider our generosity." Turning back to the Dornish Prince, the Mountain Lion watched as the smaller man tried to size him up. "Yes Prince Martell. Quarters have been set aside for House Martell since before you arrived. As for the sellswords, they will be punished accordingly." After a moment the other man backed down, apologizing for his actions.


Just then, Tidus appeared, and the other Lionguards naturally deferred to him. Looking over at him, the Lionguard Commander spoke up. "Everything alright here?" Martyn shrugged.


"Prince Martell here needs an escort to show him the way to the Martell chambers, I'll do it myself but I think there's some rule about all the Lannisters staying at the feast while it goes on. You mind?" Tidus nodded, and walked over to the Martell prince.


"Shall we to your quarters then Prince Martell?" Together they exited the Great Hall, along with a few other guards. Turning back, Martyn headed through the room that started to buzz with noise again, just in time to pass Roland Wilds and Celena's handmaiden.


At this point the tipsy girl had her head on Roland's chest and replied in a happy, but sleepy manner. "Oh you're too kind Lord Roland. Alas, a poor Peckledon like me won't catch the eye of anyone of great power, not like if I'm a Tully or Tyrell. Still, it pleases me that you would be so kind as to even a smaller house such as mine." Martyn rolled his eyes and continued walking forward, past a passed out Kevan Brax, likely drinking way to fast for someone his size and age. With that the Mountain Lion went to his eldest brother and spoke to the Warden of the West.


"Quite the feast my lord. Shall we close things down then?" The Lord of Casterly Rock shrugged.


"In a little, I would like so bid greetings to our new family from the Riverlands first. I do wonder the reason for their delay presently." Martyn looked around. Indeed House Tully and their bannermen had been absent from the feast since the beginning. The Mountain Lion wondered whether the Red Dragon's arrival had anything to do with things. Still, he bowed before heading to his previous spot, grabbing a mug of ciders before observing the room again from his post.


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Cayden inclined his head to Tidus, conceding he should lean on. In truth he was not happy with the situation and while he found it frankly astonishing that a Hightower tried to help him he couldn't help but be a bit bitter he was allowed to sit back down, if chastised while he was sent to his room like a child for defending himself. Nevertheless he didn't take it out on the captain of the guard leading him, likely he was just following orders. "Still, the look on those Lords faces almost made it worth it." He couldn't help but wonder what the Lady Lannisters thought about that mess.


As they left the general earshot of the party the Martell Prince glanced at Tidus. "I take it your the captain of the guard here, given those men acted differential to you." He said. He had been hoping to keep the fact he was meeting Tiber within the Lannister family but that plan blew up in his face so he just decided to throw out a line and hoped it was enough to bring the Merry Lion to the table. "Can you do me a favor and tell the Lord Lannister that I want to meet, discretely... I got information and a possible deal that might affect the Westerlands as a whole... The excitement seems to have stopped me telling him myself." He said with a shrug before glancing at him. "One more thing, I had quote the reputation in Essos so this might not be the last time i get attacked by your mercenaries as theirs a likely running bounty on my head and i don't want tk be sent away every time it happens. Tell who's ever in charge of them to watch them closely. No reason to ruin the wedding." he said stopping in front of the room.


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Tidus Marbrand


A Hallway, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand walked along the Dornish Prince, heading towards the Martell quarters. Along the way the Martell Prince had said little, and the Lionguard commander was just fine with that. Between the fight that just happened, and emissary from the Golden Company, the night was eventful enough. Suddenly the Dornishman started talking, and it seemed to Tidus that every house of any significance wanted an audience with Lord Tiber tonight, and a few Houses that might not even be in Westeros at the moment. Sighing internally, Tidus regarded his charge. "I shall do that Prince Martell. As for the sellswords, they will be properly disciplined as such, and with security tight, I assure you tonight was an exception, not the norm. You'll have the Lionguards at your services should you be attacked once again here." They arrived at the second door to the last one at the end of the hallway. Tidus pushed it open.


It was a well furnished bedroom, fit for a very wealthy merchant or one of the more powerful lords in a region. With a double poster bed and a lit fireplace, as well as a table with writing utensils on them and such. The head of the Lionguard looked back at the Martell Prince and asked, "Lord Tiber will stop by if he chooses to meet you tonight, otherwise please feel free to relax here as you like. The privy is across the hall. Will there be anything else Prince Martell?"


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[ACHA]

Ser Albert Lannister


Handsome Albert, the Swift Lion
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As soon as they were done with the meeting, Albert immediately bowed his head to the Queen before leaving.


"By your leave, your Grace." he said. He looked at Ser Gale and spoke again. "We'll meet again later."


With that, Albert left the Queen's company and immediately went to prepare for the order he was given.


Albert knew his way around the castle as he had spent a lot of time here as a child. It was during his walk back to their caravan that he spotted someone, waiting at an empty hallway.


"Albert." she said. The voice very familiar to Albert immediately evoked a gush of emotion but he kept it all bottled up. He was stopped in his tracks.


"Well met, beloved sister." Albert replied.


Relina walked towards him, gradually increasing her pace until she was close enough to embrace her younger brother. "You fool." she said as she almost wept. "How could you leave without saying anything?! I was so worried. You didn't even write or anything." she continued.


Albert stood there, motionless, and just allowed her to pour out what she had to say. It took a moment but Albert started to gently pry her away from him. "You need not worry about me, Relina. I am, after all the Swift Lion." he said almost proudly, to assure his sister that he was fine.


"Hush. You're forever a cub in my eyes, dear brother." Relina said as her brows furrowed.


Albert slowly shook his head in disbelief, but it also brought a smile on his face. There was no winning against his sister. "I'm also glad to see you well, sister." he said as he embraced her.


They went on to catch up with each other, talking about what has happened since he left. They also talked about Albert's stay in the Crownlands. Their conversation ended with Albert promising to write. He left with her sister somewhat relieved that he was in a good place.


He returned to their caravan where the rest of their guards and knights were located, and hand-picked a few of them. It was growing darker as day shifted to night and the feast was starting. Albert, with his men, marched to intercept the Tullys as he has heard that they were on their way to Casterly Rock's great hall.


He saw the nobles of House Tully and proceeded to impede their path with his men.


"Ah, Lady Barba, Lord Benjicot." he greeted them as courteously as he could. "I'm so glad to have finally found you. I am Ser Albert of the Queensguard. The Queen would like to have a word with you, before the feast." he said with his hands out to assure them that he came in peace.


Albert was still in his white armor but he left his helmet with the rest of their property, showing most of his handsome features. His long, flowing, Lannister blonde hair was greased back. His green eyes looked at each of the Tullys eyes. Lady Barba's granddaughters caught his eye, however. Who knew House Tully's daughters could be such fair maidens? One of them looked flushed as her eyes met with Albert's. It was probably the second-born. Albert wasn't sure as it was the first time he was seeing all of them. He just smiled back and slightly tilted his head as a friendly greeting.


Whatever gripes House Tully and House Targaryen had with each other, they were obligated to keep it civil as they were both still guests of House Lannister. Albert assumed that none of them would like to earn the ire of the gods and hoped that this was going to go swimmingly. Albert wasn't false with his intentions, and hopefully the Tullys were able to perceive this.


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[St. Boethius]

Adrian was sitting in his work table within the Alchemists guild making yet another batch of wildfire. Wildfire being practically the only thing that kept the guild afloat all the Alchemists agreed that the guild needed to keep a large supply in stock to keep their power within the capital. Adrian had been working for several hours making the batch. It wasn't much but he needed to be extremely careful with the substance. One mistake and he would lose his arms..... if he was lucky.


Adrian was wearing a thick leather garb in an attempt to protect him should something go wrong. The brewing station he was spotted at was lit only by sunlight and a few candles. After a little time Adrian managed to finish producing the small amount of wildfire which he then poured into a small flask specially crafted to contain the The Substance.


With that task finished Adrian sighed deeply and leaned back against his chair. Making the substance was always a stressful so he allowed himself to take a moment to breath and calm himself. After years of working with The Substance Adrian knows that he gets very gittery after making a batch.


Peeling off the leather over cloths Adrian removed the protective clothing and attached the flask to his hip. Which was then covered by his robes. As he and the other alchemists are often called Pyromancer's Adrian was one of the few that liked to keep a stash of The Substance on himself to reinforce the public's perception that his guild does in fact have arcane power.


Adrian walked through the guild hall and down into King's landing, he had gotten quite hungry after working for several hours with no stop so he walked through the streets with his chains clicking as he walked searching through several stands looking for specific ingredients for his meal.


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[Akio]

Tidus Marbrand


A Hallway, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand walked along the Dornish Prince, heading towards the Martell quarters. Along the way the Martell Prince had said little, and the Lionguard commander was just fine with that. Between the fight that just happened, and emissary from the Golden Company, the night was eventful enough. Suddenly the Dornishman started talking, and it seemed to Tidus that every house of any significance wanted an audience with Lord Tiber tonight, and a few Houses that might not even be in Westeros at the moment. Sighing internally, Tidus regarded his charge. "I shall do that Prince Martell. As for the sellswords, they will be properly disciplined as such, and with security tight, I assure you tonight was an exception, not the norm. You'll have the Lionguards at your services should you be attacked once again here." They arrived at the second door to the last one at the end of the hallway. Tidus pushed it open.


It was a well furnished bedroom, fit for a very wealthy merchant or one of the more powerful lords in a region. With a double poster bed and a lit fireplace, as well as a table with writing utensils on them and such. The head of the Lionguard looked back at the Martell Prince and asked, "Lord Tiber will stop by if he chooses to meet you tonight, otherwise please feel free to relax here as you like. The privy is across the hall. Will there be anything else Prince Martell?"


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"I thank you for your hospitality, I'll keep it in mind." He said though in truth he had doubts about whether the Lion guard would really be able to help him if he was ambushed again. This attempt was poorly planned buy it was doubtful the next one would be done as poorly. The hatred between him and some of the caltains were strong and the Lion Guard couldn't follow him around 24/7, some might even lose their lives of they tried.


But he didnt say any of that, as he doubted it would stop this man from doing his duty and trying to prevent another attack. "I hope Lord Tiber values your loyalty, loyal men are hard to find these days." He mused to himself, thinking about the cut throat world of Essos he had enveloped himself in for five years. He opened the door and entered the room, where it seemed no where was for the moment, something he couldn't help but be thankful for as he sighed and jumped on one of the beds, now a he could.do was wait.


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[TheGreyEminence]

Benjicott 'Bowman' Tully , Casterly Rock



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Benjicott had been to and seen a great many marvels in his time in westeros but the rock , by far outmatched the rest , the sheer size of the thing was extraordinary it must've been at least twice the size of the hightower at oldtown . Benji had spent the last few days at lannisport , exploring the city and its brothels before meeting up with the rest of his family at casterly rock for the wedding , he did like the idea of going to a wedding and meeting his children after such a long time , although he didn't have the same level of enthusiasm for meeting his mother once again .


Thankfully he didn't get a chance to speak with the woman much owing to the arrival of a member of the queensguard just as the tullys entered the lion's mouth .


"Ah, Lady Barba, Lord Benjicot."





"I'm so glad to have finally found you. I am Ser Albert of the Queensguard. The Queen would like to have a word with you, before the feast."


Albert of the queensguard , that name seemed very familiar .





"Aren't you the one they call 'the dragons lion' ? well then in that case it is a pleasure making your acquaintance , i have heard much of you , say why don't you and i go grab a drink while my mother has a word with the queen don't worry she'll find her way , the old hag still has a few good years left in her , tough hopefully those few years will be short ones."





Benji wrapped his shoulder across the shorter man's arms and practically dragged him into the hall , the way he saw it having the queens most trusted pet lannister accompanying his mother and possibly being part of whatever the two ladies were going to talk about was not something that the tully's necessarily wanted , also there was the added benefit of being able to call his mother a old hag , without facing any repercussions .


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[St. Boethius]

As Adrian wandered through the streets of Kings landing had picked and chose the spices he wanted for his meal now it was time for some meat. As a general rule Adrian avoided flea bottom as he felt he couldn't trust the food down there and he considered it the more lawless area in the city. With most of the nobility gone to the wedding the guards city watch was out in force. Guess they didn't want anything getting pillaged from the nobles while they were away.


As always the streets were practically overflowing with activity of all sorts by thev time Adrian had gotten to the proper street to get his needed meat. However he only trusted one butcher in this entire city to get his meat from, the man was a little on the expensive side, but well worth it. Adrian navigated through the crowds as best he could. He was always mindful of people of his right as that was where the vial of The Substance was, coincidentally it was right next to his coin purse so if a pick pocket tried anything he would just give a taste of this pyromancer's power. Sure it would make quite the scene but it would quickly teach others what would happen if someone angered an alchemist.


Adrian managed to get his meat without incident so far and started back to his private residence in king's landing. It wasn't upper class like a noble but it was by no means part of flea bottom. His work with the Alchemist's Guild provided a nice sizeable income as the Guild was quickly being relied on in the city for medicines and tonics of all kinds. In fact here soon Adrian was planning on taking over the Alchemist's Guild. He felt he had shown himself a very promising leader and alchemist by introducing the trade of medicines and poisons to the guild.


Adrian walked through the door of his modestly large home and set his ingredients on his table and just took a moment to admire his home as he spent all of his savings up till this point to get it. It had a bed room for himself which also housed a bookshelf that some were journals of his many experimentations while others were books he had gotten while still in the citadel on the human body and of serious wild plants from all over the world that could be used to make medicines and poisons and the effects a few common poisons. In its own special room Adrian had an alchemy station so he could bring his work home with him should he need a private place to work. The building itself was mostly made of stone. It was great so that in case fire broke out his home wouldn't be too damaged.


His hunger tearing him away from thoughts about his home Adrian started working on his dinner for the day.

 

[Mion]

Casterly Rock


POV: Daeron Nymeros Martell


Has Daeron paced around the Stone Garden he reflected on his travels, I should have never of left Dorne he said agitated to himself. I could be in the Water Gardens right now but.. Daerons eyes stopped on a twisted weirwood tree, they were something he had always fount himself intrigued by. hmm perhaps some of it will be worth my time. He sat down with his legs crossed in front of the tree, sightly dirtying his long silk robes (think of him wearing something similar to Doran Martell in GoT except the colour scheme is a mix of reds and oranges.) Daerons long black hair was tied back into a pony tail. At least there was a place in this rock for peace, but that did not make up for the weather, food and smell of the damned place, There is almost nothing appealing about this place, I wonder how the Lannisters feel. Daeron began to meditate in front of the weirwood tree in silence, he soon drifted away from the world that he was in and found himself at peace, it was only when he heard some men talking about a Martell Prince that he returned.


It seemed that his brother Cayden had returned from Essos, apparently causing quite a scene in the process. Daeron let out a small sigh along with his smile no matter where he is Cayden always finds trouble. Daeron slowly picked himself up off the ground, his brother could probably do with seeing a familiar face about now, and so Daeron wiped himself down as he made his way out of the Stone Guarden and into the halls of Casterly Rock where he heard how Cayden had been escorted to his room, Daeron approached the men and inquired them about it "Hello, is there any chance you know where I could find my brothers room?" he spoke with a thick traditional Dornish accent that he had acquired from spending his entire life in Dorne, this was in fact his first journey outside of it.


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Tidus Marbrand


A Hallway, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand walked back towards the Great Hall, intending to pass on the Martell Prince's message. As he crossed a group of guards who seemed to be addressing someone. The Lionguard Commander sighed when he saw that another Martell Prince was current questioning the current whereabouts of his brother, and as expected the guards didn't know where that might be. Tidus wandered over just as one of the guards scratched his head and blubbered out an answer, "I'm sorry Ser- I mean Prince. I'm not aware of where your brother Prince had been escorted to..." The guards then spotted Tidus and snapped a salute, not quite in unison but acceptable enough. The Lionguard Commander turned to the other Martell Prince.


"Are you looking for your brother Prince Martell? I've just escorted him to the quarters used by House Martell in the Rock. He's in the first guest bedroom by where your Lady sister is residing." Tidus looked to the smaller boy and asked afterwards, "Is there anything else I might be of assistance for?" The other guards looked less nervous, not having to address an important noble which they weren't accustomed to, but also not having the answers that he seeked.


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[Mion]

Casterly Rock


POV: Daeron Nymeros Martell


Unfortunately the guards were unaware of the whereabouts of Cayden, that is a shame. However luckily the soldiers snapped a salute once another man approached them, he was likely their commander. Daeron nodded his head as the lion commander informed him that Caydens room was beside Elias. He nodded in appreciation to the guard "Thank you ser and I mean not to disturb you or your men anymore than I have already. I shall go and meet my brother now." Daeron bowed as he finished his sentence and made his way down the halls.


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Casterly Rock was large and hard to navigate, added to the fact Daeron was completely foreign to it's halls made him lose his way on more than one occasion. He did vaguely know where he was going but the journey left him regretting that he did not request the lionguard to show him the way. However eventually Daeron did indeed find his way to Caydens room and he stood outside of it while looking at the door. It has been a while since I have last seen him, I wonder if his time away has changed him he wondered as his fist met the door with a knock.


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[Hypnos]

Agnes Tully

The Lion's Mouth, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​

The journey from the melee pit had not been a long one, though that did not make it any less arduous. Tensions within the Tully party were at an all time high due to the arrival of the queen and as they walked through the imposing caverns of the lions mouth, the great entrance hall to Casterly Rock, Agnes could hear fragments of the conversations that were going on around her, her grandmother speaking under her breath to some of the more important members of the group, though their topic of discussion was unknown to her. She had not seen this side of her grandmother since all those weeks ago back in Riverrun, when she had last visited her home, and it was slightly confusing as to why she had gone from relaxed to on edge in a matter of seconds. Was the queen's arrival all that worrying? Last Agnes had seen of her grace was at her coronation, when she was the very image of charm and courtesy, only dropping here regal demeanour after an attempt was made upon her life, though in Agnes' eyes that was an understandable reaction, especially since the assassin also threatened the life of her sister.


As Agnes walked she tried to discern the reactions of those around her, though most had adopted faces of stone, chiseled onto them nothing but a stoic yet slightly worried expression, obviously concealing some dark secret. Her father seemed unphased by the events that had unfolded and continued to marvel in the glories of the Rock, it brought a smile to Agnes' face to see him so happy, especially when all others whom she looked up to were now so somber. Even her cousin Titus had managed to remain silent throughout their trip, an odd feat for him considering how much he liked to talk, and now he trailed behind the party with his sister, the lady of Maidenpool, the two regarding the feast before them with apprehension.


Agnes turned her gaze back upon the castle around her, eager for the warm embrace of the feasting hall and all those inside. She had not seen some of her family since before she was wed and she was excited to catch up with them, especially her cousins of Brax and Lannister, whom's wedding they had come to celebrate. They had almost made it to the hall before they were intercepted and Agnes almost jumped at the presence of the large man in white armour who stepped out into their path, blocking the view of the lights and inviting fires emanating from the end of the corridor.


"Ah Lady Barba, Lord Benjicot I'm so glad to have finally found you. I am Ser Albert of the Queensguard. The Queen would like to have a word with you before the feast." Agnes' heart nearly stopped as she watched her grandmother regard the man with a austere glare, raising an eyebrow, as he addressed them, looking him up and down. Agnes had heard of Ser Albert, his father being the Lord of Lannisport and the brother-in-law to her great aunt Genna, though had not been aware of his appointment to the Queensguard and the White brotherhood.


The situation was tense for a moment, and silence reigned, though it was not long before it was broken by the words of her father. Benjicot was one for courtesy, though he did an amiable job of defusing the situation, talking to the Lannister as if the two were old friends, pratically dragging him off back to the feast, though not before leaving a few snide comments about his mother. Agnes knew that relations were strained between the two, though now they seemed to be in understanding, Barba locking eyes with her son as he walked away, giving him a thankful look.


"SER Benjicot" Barba called after them, somewhat mockingly "My husband is not dead yet, thankfully" Barba turned away from the pair and Agnes watching as her father began to talk to the estranged lion. "Walder, you are to take the girls and Otho to the feasting hall. I shall not take long, whatever this dragon queen wants I shall ensure that it is brief. Titus, send my love to your cousin and try to explain why your father and uncle were unable to attend her joyous day, though I do want to be present when you offer our gift. Lothar, make sure your elder brother doesn't get into to much trouble, he is a pain when he drinks and I need him sharp" Lothar grumbled, muttering something about wishing that he were aloud something to drink, though Titus merely laughed it off. "I shall return as soon as I can, try not to embarrass the family" Agnes saw her begin her decent down the hall, following the Queen's men to the location of Kuvira.


"Come then" she heard her cousin say "It is a wedding, do try not to look so glum" the party emerged into the feasting hall, insanely hit by the light and music of Casterly Rock, viewing as some of e most powerful lords on the realm drank, danced, and told stories of their youth, many of which Agnes couldn't help but think we're a tad exaggerated. She found a seat to the side of the hall, content to watch the festivities. Titus had made his way up to the high table to converse with his cousin Leanne and Malissa found herself beside Ser Kevan Brax, consoling the now heavily intoxicated man about his recent defeat in the melee.


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Casterly Rock
POV: Daeron Nymeros Martell


Unfortunately the guards were unaware of the whereabouts of Cayden, that is a shame. However luckily the soldiers snapped a salute once another man approached them, he was likely their commander. Daeron nodded his head as the lion commander informed him that Caydens room was beside Elias. He nodded in appreciation to the guard "Thank you ser and I mean not to disturb you or your men anymore than I have already. I shall go and meet my brother now." Daeron bowed as he finished his sentence and made his way down the halls.


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Casterly Rock was large and hard to navigate, added to the fact Daeron was completely foreign to it's halls made him lose his way on more than one occasion. He did vaguely know where he was going but the journey left him regretting that he did not request the lionguard to show him the way. However eventually Daeron did indeed find his way to Caydens room and he stood outside of it while looking at the door. It has been a while since I have last seen him, I wonder if his time away has changed him he wondered as his fist met the door with a knock.


@Akio

Cayden was resting on his bed, at this point having started to snooze as he waited, trying not to fall asleep. It had been a long day, the melee, feast, and surprise ambush had taxed his stamina. "If Lord Lannister is gonna show up I hope he does sooner rather then later." He muttered quietly to himself, he needed to rest if he wanted any part in the bracket melee. Suddenly there was a knock on his door and he sat up very quickly, making a grab for a dagger that wasn't there out of force of habit. "Gah I need to stop doing that." Cayden said opening the door.


For a moment he started blankly at the man in front of him. He was tall but still young and seeing the Martell Suns it was impossible to mistake who he was. Besides there was something farmiler about the set of his face. He found himself calculating back before he left, he was always closer to the older siblings but he loved all his siblings, it had just been slightly harder to interact with the younger ones when what they were allowed to do and could physically do were different as well as differing hobbies. However this man in front of him could only be one person, he was to young to be Ari's twin so that left only one, a boy who had been thirteen when he left. "Daeron?" He said the first genuine smile to cross his face in two weeks at least. He stepped forward and gave the boy who had become a man a close hug, wrapping his powerful arms around him, holding him close to his chest as he kept him close, feeling tear prick at the corner of his eyes as away from the confusion and mess of politics a rush of emotion washed over him, seeing his brother in front of him for the first time in five years.


@Lancelot

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark



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Approaching the towering gates of the Lannister's home, rode a column of mounted men, singing songs and carrying banners, stitched with the stark sigil and waving in the gentle breeze. At their head rode Ravenna, drunk and leading the song. Having already realized they were late, Ravenna had decided to get the party started early for her companions, so the lot of them were, at this point, getting more wasted than they had ought to. They had all came wearing courtly clothes, to decrease the chance of some hostile showdown occurring. However, the lack of armor didn't prevent Ravenna from appearing as the intimidating, larger than life figure she always was, and she didn't take much notice to it. She wore men's clothes, a simple tunic and trousers, both plain and lacking decoration except for the sigil of her house. She would have tried wearing a dress for the wedding, but she knew all too well there was no fancy dress in the seven kingdoms she'd be able to fit into. Perhaps it was an exaggeration, but she was too lazy to ask the Umbers to bring her one. It could have worked perhaps, as the Umbers tended to be as large as the giant they bore on their banners. But now she was drunk and on her way and it did not matter anyways.


The party would approach the gates, more than ready to get inside, as Ravenna rode forward, her twisting smile pressed upon her face. "Ey we're here!" She bellowed out, introducing herself as Lady Ravenna Stark, and then introducing her companions as well, minor nobles all. Most of the larger noble families were busy preparing for the war, and marching south with her father, but a few minor lords and third sons had agreed to attend the wedding alongside her, which she was thankful for. She took a moment to look down at the guardsman, frowning slightly, "Well, we shows up a little late ta' be expected a' all, but I hope ye' can still acc'a'mandate us," she requested, completely butchering the sentence by accident through the combination of her accent and the alcoholic slur in her voice. Although it was hard to believe, Ravenna could handle her drink pretty well, at least a bit more than her fellows could have.


She didn't pay much attention to the guard's answer, but as the doors opened she could figure it out. "Thanks then, lad!" She laughed, giving the man a pat on the back. "Join us fer a drink if ye' can!" She offered with a rather wolfish grin as she dismounted, leading her horse to the stable as her companions shadowed her movements. Before long, they all were ready, and appropriately disarmed, before they made their way into the main hall where the feast was currently going on. Seeing people still dancing and drinking, she let out a merry laugh, embracing her closest companion, some White Harbor knight in a massive, drunken bear hug. "We 'aven't missed 'em!" She cried out happily, letting her men loose to join the festivities as she made her way up to where the lannisters themselves sat so she could give her congratulations to the newly wed. She approached the head table, giving a grin to the lot of them. "Congrat'halations to ya', Tiber Lannister!" She greeted, with a respectful, and slightly awkward bow. "And oh course, congrat'halations to tha' Lady Leanne too!" She continued, a mighty, mangled grin on her face. "Sorry to ya' both fer showin' me face up so late, but tha' journey was long and we got attacked by sum brigands on tha King's Road after we'd come out'o'da Neck!" She explained, sounding about ready to launch into a story, before she paused herself, deciding not to out of respect to the two.