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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Jaleva is the Queen of Great Moraq, but because the castle was stormed by her uncle and his army, she is on the run and currently hiding in Westeros as a commoner.
Post by JELEVA QALERYON on Jun 27, 2015 2:23:56 GMT
For the love of god, how hard was it to make tea?
"This is horrific. Please brew a new cup," Myrcella commanded sweetly with a wave of her hand. As she dismissed the servant, she took seat at one of the tables situated in the beautiful rose garden. Roses of white, yellow, and red surrounded her, and it smelled like fresh grass all around. Her eyes fell upon her husband who happened to be sitting across from her. A slow smile crawled onto her face. There was something incredibly attractive about the contours of his face. He was a man with composure and diligence, but there was always a hint of psychosis lingering about.
"Anyway, as I was saying, we have a slight predicament on our hands." Lady Tyrell plucked one of the strawberries from her silver plate and plopped it into her mouth. Even though they were just enjoying a day in the gardens today, she still looked as extravagant as ever. Her dress was champagne colored and made of pure silk. She wore gold bracelets and gold bands in her hair. She was aging quickly, but she still was at the forefront of Westerosi fashion, setting trends that most other ladies her age were two years behind on.
Her bracelets jingled as she reached for her silver goblet to sip wine from. "Our eldest is nearly twenty two now and without a wife. And while I do not relish in some little cunt of a girl coming to Highgarden, there are some...complications...that require his immediate betrothal." She wanted to ease her husband into the news. So, with a side thought, she distracted him from her previous comment. "Twenty one," she laughed. "You were just a boy when you put that cloak on my shoulders and your seed in my stomach." And she even younger -- fourteen, and barely that. She went on to bear four more children after that, but it seemed as if her child-bearing days were over, much to her displeasure. She would bear ten more if she could, wanting her Tyrell-Baratheon children to rein throughout all of Westeros.
The beauty of the gardens never went past unnoticed for him, after all he wanted to make sure everything in his land was perfect, hell, even the little imperfections, the weeds that won't stop growing had their part in this masterful vision the man had in mind. Aden stood across from her with his legs crossed and flashing that same confident smile that seemed to have glued to his face since he was born. "A slight predicament shouldn't be a worry then" he said in reply to his wife's words. She sat there ever so beautiful , maybe even more than he could remember. She was the mother of his children after all and nobody can be more perfect than that for a God. He started to invision how they would both looked on the throne , greatness to be seeped even into the poor subjects of this world. The next words that came out of her delicate lips however were troubling even for him. Not the subject at hand but the way she said it, that alarmed tone in her voice hidden masterfully but not from him, he was her husband and he knew her too well.
"My, my. Such harsh language my dear. No -cunts- will make their way here i assure you , i believe in our son's judgement" he stopped at that and took a sip off his wine , eyeing her carefully to check for a reaction, a feeble change in the lines of her face. She chose to disappoint on that part and instead tried with a particular sweetness to ease the news she so hardly wanted to throw at the man. "And you were but a girl when you came here and forced me to fall in love with you. You rushed trough the thorns my love and you came out not harmed but graced" It was the beauty in their words, the need for flirting even at this age and after so many years of marriage. Their healthy ways of maintaining it so saw to it. "So , those complications. Care to enlighten me on the subject?" He straightened up, no longer looking at her but at the bushes of roses that surrounded them, more specifically their thorns. Prince of Thorns they call him, because he hides his deadly personality behind the beauty of a rose. He always loved that nickname, didn't seem insulting at all. After all, it's their fault they would get so fooled by beauty that they forget about the possibility of pain.
"I admit, he's been... reluctant of his lessons but i think we both know i can be very coercive". The servant returned with a new cup of wine in her hands, carefully exchanging the empty one for it in Aden's hands. He didn't even glance at her, it wasn't necesarry nor was she worthy of his eyes in the pressence of his wife. A God's stare can blind people after all. "I am curious of what troubles you, even rebelious as he is, i see no reason for which he couldn't find a decent woman to marry". His eyes were fixed on Myrcella once again as he pushed the cup to his lips without taking a sip and waiting for an answer, narrowing his view a bit as if expecting a hunter to prowl from the bushes... that vicious hunter was his wife. - JELEVA QALERYON -
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