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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AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
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Post by JAEHAERA TARGARYEN on Jun 26, 2015 20:10:37 GMT
The festivities were too much for her. Selyse was no softie, no mellow girl that would swoon at the sight of a knight or faint at the sight of blood, but there was something about being in a crowded place that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand and sprinkle goosebumps all over her skin. Too many people, too many voices, so many colours, they all made the redhead frown and pick up the pace, one hand holding her skirt to keep it from getting too dirty.
She knew she was needed there. Her presence was required. The Tully's were the ones that started all this, she would only offend her parents and siblings if she would miss all this. So she had endured it all, despite her thumping heart, despite the horrifying loudness of it all, despite the blood and the laughs. She had bravely endured it all, even if all she wanted was to go back to her chambers and write away, quill on paper, bring knights and princesses and dragons to life and make it all go away.
A drunken knight had another idea, however, as he stumbled into her, managing to make the Tully girl stumble right into the side of a tent and earning a vibrant laughter from the ones that noticed. Her lack of amusement, however, made their laughs diminish quickly and she struggled to get up and pat the dust off her already ruined dress. She needed to look her best, it was imperative.
Post by Euron Baratheon on Jun 28, 2015 14:09:02 GMT
"How was I to know? You never told me,"
Euron hummed to himself, his young squire Addam not far behind him, a rope was wrapped tightly around the squire's knuckles that allowed him to lead the horse with relatively ease. He only needed to pull and the mount would follow in an appropriate fashion. "What song is that, ser? It's not one I've ever heard before," Addam grunted the question, still tugging the horse along. Truth be told, Euron did not like being interrupted when he was singing but Addam never seemed to ask questions. If Euron scolded him now, he might as well cut off his tongue too as he may never speak again. "A love song, Addam. From the Westerlands," he replied, as he waded through the fields. The place was littered with knights, their squires and their mounts, some knights even had more than one after their victories in the lists.
All battlefields reeked of shit, that was what Euron was told a long time ago. The same could be said about tourneys, and pretty much anywhere where there was an abundance of those who would call themselves ser. He had spotted her from afar, well before she had been pushed into a tent. It was not hard to notice considering she would have been the only woman there and her long red locks could only mean that she was a Tully of Riverrun, and it was the lord of Riverrun was who hosting the evening's festivities. So what was she doing here? When she was pushed, he dashed over immediately much to Addam's surprise.
The laughter had already died down by the time he had reached her. He extended his hand.
Post by JAEHAERA TARGARYEN on Jul 1, 2015 18:25:30 GMT
She loved reading, but nothing compared to the fairy tales that involved glorious knights that saved others, so when the knight offered her his hand, she took it without a second thought, a redness almost as bright as her hair settling on her pale cheeks, embarrassed that she, out of all people, needed help. She had always lived under the impression that she needed no help, that she could do anything on her own: it was very difficult for Selyse to trust others, to rely on someone, and as much as she had tried to change that, she could not.
He was the knight from before, the one she had noticed, the winner, and she looked at him for a while before averting her eyes, aware that she had been staring at him. "Thank you, ser. Apologies are in order, I stumbled." She said after she stood on her own two feet, but that was a blatant lie, although she could not admit she had been taken by surprise.
"I'm alright." She gave a terrible glare to the drunken knight whose laugh could still be heard from the crowd, although he did not seem to care about it much. "Selyse of House Tully, at your service. Ser Euron, I believe? Euron Baratheon? Outstanding performance earlier, I am impressed." She spoke, her confidence back in place, and she offered him a simple, polite smile. He was a knight in shining armor to her.
Post by Euron Baratheon on Jul 8, 2015 7:09:32 GMT
He was surprised, only somewhat, that she knew his name. When he thought about it more clearly though, it was not actually all that unusual that she knew who he was. If Euron could say so, he had already made quite a name for himself participating on the lists and this girl's father was the host of today's festivities although her name escaped him. Even so, there was no doubting her family name and her greeting only reaffirmed what Euron had already knew. As expected, she took his name and with one strong pull, he helped her back to her feet, and for a split moment, he thought that he could see a shade of red fading from her cheeks.
Using his thumb, Euron pointed back towards Addam who had just arrived at the scene, still directing the horse. "No need to apologize," he began, drifting into thought. If it would please my lady," he said, patting the horse with due affection. "It would be easier to get around on horseback. And you would never stumble," he suggested, speaking with the gentle tone that was uncharacteristic of a Baratheon. Perhaps he should have left after helping her up and allow her to go on her way, whether that may be but Euron found that he was unable to do that. He was a man of action.
Euron smiled slightly when he noticed that the Tully girl was glaring at a drunken knight, who didn't seem to notice or did not care that he had offended her. At the very least, it seemed like the "stumble" was only an excuse to save face and as a good knight should, Euron decided that he would play along. "Thank you, Selyse," he said slowly, although it was visible on his face that the compliment made him happy. He turned his attention back towards the horse then back to Selyse. "Where were you headed? As a knight, allow me to escort you," and he offered her his hand again.
Post by JAEHAERA TARGARYEN on Jul 16, 2015 16:25:01 GMT
She was fond of stories, but each time she wrote about the shining knight, she never found it fitting to describe the way he looked or what he thought or what he felt. She never genuinely assigned a face to the character, but once she saw Euron Baratheon, she knew that he was the one she'd think of next time she wrote a story, next time she read one of the fairy tales she found in some old, forgotten book.
He thanked her and she could only look at him in mild surprise: was he genuine? Did he really mean it? So few people in Riverrun actually spoke those words genuinely to her that it was difficult to know if he really meant them or not. But her lips twitched into a small, nervous smile and she looked at her feet for a small moment before looking at his horse, then at Addam, curiously.
"To be frank, I was heading away from this crowd. It's not my style." She said with a small twitch of her nose to signal her distaste for such gatherings. She never quite understood why her father liked such festivities where violence was such a delight.
"If you wish to accompany me a little farther away, that would be nice." She took his hand once more and curtsied, properly, just like her septa had so diligently taught her to. "Your company would be much appreciated, ser."
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