Mousie
Lurking Snapdragon
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Mousie
Lurking Snapdragon
The Seven Kingdoms is currently in a state of peace under the rule of King Aerys Targaryen, second of his name. After the events of Duskendale, many rumors have that the King's mental health has deteriorated like a dying flame and that his paranoia is focused on the many shadows his insanity casts. Besides dying flames that seem to rekindle themselves lies a strong fire that is King Aerys' heir, Rhaegar Targaryen. Both beloved by the smallfolk and simple high lords alike, many believe in him and his future claim to the throne as a righteous one that would surpass his father. However, Rhaegar remains unmarried as he has no sisters which has caused many noble houses from across Westeros and The Free Cities to offer many betrothals to Rhaegar. Among them is Hand of the King Tywin Lannister's daughter, Cersei Lannister. A betrothal that would be fruitful for an alliance with House Lannister. Will Aerys' madness cause him to reject this proposal and accept another?
Upwards in the North lies the great Starks of Winterfell. A raven has arrived that invites them to join in a Tourney at Harrenhal.
Upwards in the North lies the great Starks of Winterfell. A raven has arrived that invites them to join in a Tourney at Harrenhal.
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Nina
Good things take time.
Lyanna was uncharacteristically mellow, perched on the edge of the window near the kitchens. From here, she could see her brothers helping some of the servants to load their belongings and get the horses ready for their journey to Harrenhal for a Tourney. While she would usually be ecstatic at the idea of travelling out of Winterfell, it was the reason behind this journey that she wasn’t too excited about.
She was to meet Robert Baratheon, a man she was to be betrothed to.
Not that she had anything against Robert Baratheon, but she did not want to get married. She barely know Baratheon. All she knew, through rumours, that is, is that he never stayed in one maiden’s bed. It was a little too sickening to digest, despite Ned’s assurances that he would not be unfaithful to her. Well, she will be a judge of that in the tourney.
Sighing, she stood up and made her way out of the Stark home. Rickard Stark fondly pressed a gentle hand on her head. “Now, be good there, alright, Lya?” he quietly said, and she refrained from scowling. She would behave better than her brothers, that she knew. She wished her father would come, too, so that if Robert did something that wasn’t to anyone’s liking, he could see it for himself and the betrothal will not happen at all. “A Stark must always be in Winterfell,” was what he said when Lyanna asked him to come along.
Not wanting to cause a scene just before they left, Lyanna nodded her head quietly, and walked to the horses. Here’s one more thing to look forward to: riding. With a happy grin, she climbed her horse, a beautiful mare with the coat of a brilliant copper named Ilda , already jousting playfully with Benjen who was in his own horse next to her. At least travelling to Harrenhal should be lighthearted and fun.
She was to meet Robert Baratheon, a man she was to be betrothed to.
Not that she had anything against Robert Baratheon, but she did not want to get married. She barely know Baratheon. All she knew, through rumours, that is, is that he never stayed in one maiden’s bed. It was a little too sickening to digest, despite Ned’s assurances that he would not be unfaithful to her. Well, she will be a judge of that in the tourney.
Sighing, she stood up and made her way out of the Stark home. Rickard Stark fondly pressed a gentle hand on her head. “Now, be good there, alright, Lya?” he quietly said, and she refrained from scowling. She would behave better than her brothers, that she knew. She wished her father would come, too, so that if Robert did something that wasn’t to anyone’s liking, he could see it for himself and the betrothal will not happen at all. “A Stark must always be in Winterfell,” was what he said when Lyanna asked him to come along.
Not wanting to cause a scene just before they left, Lyanna nodded her head quietly, and walked to the horses. Here’s one more thing to look forward to: riding. With a happy grin, she climbed her horse, a beautiful mare with the coat of a brilliant copper named Ilda , already jousting playfully with Benjen who was in his own horse next to her. At least travelling to Harrenhal should be lighthearted and fun.
Mousie
Lurking Snapdragon
Jeyne had been preparing Lyanna's horse outside at the stables. She grazed her fingers gently through the mane of the horse with a passion. The timid beast returned her courtesy by slightly bowing its head forwards unrealistically. Before she knew it she heard a real cry of a horse that woke her up suddenly. She had overslept in her quarters and was late to her duties. Jeyne jumped up and 'galloped' away outside where she found Lyanna already mounting her horse along with her brother, Benjen.
"M'lady, I didn't mean to be late! You shouldn't be mounting your horse on your own!" Jeyne cried out suddenly. It was a rough night of preparing for the Tourney of Harrenhal where both young and old lords alike would be testing their met and mettle against each other. It was an event that would be spoken of for decades soon.
"M'lady, I didn't mean to be late! You shouldn't be mounting your horse on your own!" Jeyne cried out suddenly. It was a rough night of preparing for the Tourney of Harrenhal where both young and old lords alike would be testing their met and mettle against each other. It was an event that would be spoken of for decades soon.
Nina
Good things take time.
Lyanna looked at the frantic girl next to her on the ground, chuckling at her. “Jeyne, it’s alright, calm down,” she said quietly. “You have been overworking yourself. Again,” Lyanna added with a shake of her head. “And about the horse…you know I can mount her myself. Now, just wash your face, and the stable boy should have another horse ready for you by now. Mount it and we can be on our way,” she told her with a smile.
Having only had brothers to grow up with, Lyanna had always appreciated Jeyne’s company. The girl was just around her age, and she had been with Lyanna for the past two years. Lyanna genuinely enjoyed Jeyne’s company, and often, would bring her along when she went out riding with Benjen. She was just glad her father had allowed Jeyne to come along with her, else she’d wither in boredom at the tourney.
Having only had brothers to grow up with, Lyanna had always appreciated Jeyne’s company. The girl was just around her age, and she had been with Lyanna for the past two years. Lyanna genuinely enjoyed Jeyne’s company, and often, would bring her along when she went out riding with Benjen. She was just glad her father had allowed Jeyne to come along with her, else she’d wither in boredom at the tourney.
