The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Post by Eirian Greyjoy on Jun 20, 2015 22:32:52 GMT
IN THIS TWILIGHT, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF GRACE
It wasn't often that she was left unattended, especially at gatherings and important situations like this. A scholar or well-informed servant was to always be at her side, speaking when she found herself unable to find the words. She had a building reputation with her age about being someone who viewed themselves as too superior to waste her breath on the other families, nobles, or really anyone. While arrogance was a fault of her's though, she wasn't so far gone that she'd view her own voice as something to waste on only those who were worthy. A servant by her side to speak for her wasn't done out of pride, but more or less necessity.
She refused to admit such a fault to those outside of her own family, but her mind was broken. Words escaped her quite often, hovering teasingly on the end of her tongue for lengthy periods of time with the knowledge of their existence, but very rarely was she able to properly grasp them and use them. Forgetting the names of her family, her home, the very country she lived in at times, the young lady was a bit of a disappointment because of this. Never the less though, as a child of the Greyjoy, she refused to allow words to stand between her and her quest to help her family rise back up to power. That's why today it was rather important she find where her servant had wandered off to, or she'd run the risk of further ruining already questionable ties with the other families of the land that had been gathered here today for one reason or another.
"Where did you go?" she whispered to herself, struggling once more with her words. What was this servant's name? It began with a... E? No, certainly it was a V. Or a T? The last one seemed more accurate, kinda. Regardless, he was a tall fellow, someone who she'd be able to spot across a crowded room with ease. Blond hair, well groomed, dressed properly as a man escorting the Lady Eirian should be, his eyes green behind a pair of glasses. Yeah, she could paint his image clearly in her mind and with her words, but his damn name was lost on her.
Post by VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 20, 2015 23:24:38 GMT
Why did these kinds of people always try to hit on her? And with these kinds of people she meant men. And with hit on her she meant awkwardly trying to impress her or make small talk. Didn’t they know who she was? The first born daughter of Arryn would only marry when her father decreed It and who he decreed it. In fact, it was likely a more worthy endeavour to go and try to impress her father than it was to impress her. Then again a servant likely had no chance with that anyway, so why not try to get a quick number with a highborn? That was the only reason she could think of why that random servant had tried to be all friendly with her. He clearly was not in the keep’s employ, likely having come in the entourage of another noble house. Annoying boy, really, she had not given him the time of the day. Ultimately, she had sent him away to fetch her a specific kind of wine, which they supposedly did not have in the keep. So he would either return empty-handed, or a liar.
And that was the only amusing thing about him. In fact, she was now waiting here for his return just so she could see the outcome. However, he had not returned so far. Instead, a little lady appeared behind her, clearly looking for someone. Well, she said little but ultimately she could not be much younger than Nessa herself. Still reason enough to think of her as a youngling at best. “Are you looking for something, my lady? I do fear that this place can be a little confusing at times and as someone who has been here a few days already it would be a duty and an honour for me to tell you the way,” she announced herself with a smile. There were many lords and ladies around these days and judging by her clothes, this one was one. And it was always better to be friendly towards her own class.
Post by Eirian Greyjoy on Jun 21, 2015 4:30:35 GMT
IN THIS TWILIGHT, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF GRACE
It was fairly common for her to be mistaken for being much younger than she actually was. Short and petite, she certainly looked like she was still a child, but she was a woman by this point if her age meant anything. So, while she seemed young, turning around as a voice called to her, Eirian was able to identify the woman speaking to her was most likely just around her age, perhaps a bit older? Not willing to ask for the details of something so minor, Eirian stopped her search to hear what the woman calling out to her had to say.
It seemed she hadn't been very discreet with the fact she was searching for something - more accurately someone - and the woman had taken note of that. With the kind offer to aid Eirian with her search, the Lady of Greyjoy clearly hesitated, before daring to speak. "Well, to be quite honest, it is not a place that I seek, but more so a person. It seems that whilst I was resting, exhausted from my long journey to come here, my servant took my permission for him to explore the place a bit more liberally than I would have liked. I have been looking for him since morning and as you may have noticed by now, it is well past midday and he still escapes my sight" she explained, the slightest hints of irritation rather clear in her otherwise cheery voice.
"Perhaps you have seen him? He is a very tall fellow, a thin lad with uh..." What was the word? She paused for a moment, before bringing her hands up to her face and creating circles in front her eyes to gesture for the glasses that the man wore. "La... Lenses in front of his eyes, those being green in color." She lowered her hands. "With short blond hair and a well groomed appearance?" she paused with a slight questioning tone, back tracking through her words to ensure she had described him properly. When it all sounded accurate, she gave a curt nod and looked up to Vanessa curiously. "I need to find him soon, preferably before any sort of formal meetings with the other families begin. It is very important."
Oh, so she was searching for that guy? What a shame. It really made her almost regret having sent him on a wild drunken goose hunt. Well, almost, but then again, he had been annoying. That meant the gloves were off as far as she was concerned. And besides it should not be too hard to replace him, right? He was just a servant. There were plenty of those around and she was fairly sure that the Targaryens were renting them out rather cheaply.
“Oh, I think I have seen him Though I fear I have to bear you bad news here. I think he ran off on some errand to impress a lady and won’t be back anytime soon,” she explained things to the girl whilst also keeping her own involvement rather low. After all, she did not want to irk this person that she barely met. Cute young girls like this had to be cuddled and sheltered, not hurt.
“What would you need him for though? I am sure that his function can be fulfilled by someone in the keep. If need be I can loan you someone in my fellowship, we even have a blonde if that is what you need? Please allow me to help, it would be the least I could do” – to make up for causing this. But of course she did not say that one out loud, that would have been rather foolish.
Post by Eirian Greyjoy on Jul 16, 2015 4:41:20 GMT
IN THIS TWILIGHT, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF GRACE
An… Errand to impress a lady?
More like asking for a funeral.
Alright, she wouldn’t be that extreme in punishing him for fooling around so stupidly, but the thought was certainly tempting. How embarrassing, to have your servant run off for such lowly reasons. She almost felt a hit to her pride as result, but she didn’t let it show. With a curt nod at the woman’s information, Eirian settled for an annoyed sigh at the news. The young Lady of Greyjoy glanced to the side in idle thought, considering what she would do now that her aid was out of the picture for the time being. Perhaps another one of the servants they brought could step up to the task, but then again, she didn’t want the news of her condition slipping out. Not only did she find it embarrassing, but her mother had mentioned something of it making her less desirable for a wifely figure. Not that the young Greyjoy really felt bothered by that thought, but it was something to consider.
Looking back up to the other young lady as she continued to offer her aid, Eirian suddenly found herself in a rather awkward position. It was very clear the woman desired to help, almost strangely so. That made the young lady think, but she didn’t push it, yet. Instead, Eirian simply struggled with the fact that while on one hand having aid was very important for the sake of reputation, her reputation could be tarnished if she let the reason for needing a servant be known. Plus, it wasn’t likely that this woman happened to have a scholar on hand that was by any means ready to step forward with proper diction and pronunciation to get what Eirian wanted to say across to others.
After a brief anxious pause after the offer, Eirian let out a slight chuckle and held up her hands, motioning them in a gentle fan to dismiss the idea. “Oh that is very kind of you, ma’am, but I do not wish to be a bother by any means and take away one of your servants for an unknown period of time” she began with a shrug. “His hair color is not what I desire him for, but more so his talents. I will just have to continue to look for him, bu-but thank you.” She lowered her hands to fold them neatly behind her back so not to be seen nervously fumbling her fingers together. “Would you happen to know what um…” She paused, the word slipping her mind again. Eirian was like a frozen deer in front of certain doom as she tried to rattle her mind for the word. Request? No. The task? Eh, could work, but it was the word that this other woman had used. “Th-The ra… er… Errand! The errand that he was tasked with?!” she sputtered out, slightly flustered from the fumble.
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Why did these kinds of people always try to hit on her? And with these kinds of people she meant men. And with hit on her she meant awkwardly trying to impress her or make small talk. Didn’t they know who she was? The first born daughter of Arryn would only marry when her father decreed It and who he decreed it. In fact, it was likely a more worthy endeavour to go and try to impress her father than it was to impress her. Then again a servant likely had no chance with that anyway, so why not try to get a quick number with a highborn? That was the only reason she could think of why that random servant had tried to be all friendly with her. He clearly was not in the keep’s employ, likely having come in the entourage of another noble house. Annoying boy, really, she had not given him the time of the day. Ultimately, she had sent him away to fetch her a specific kind of wine, which they supposedly did not have in the keep. So he would either return empty-handed, or a liar.
