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.
Events
Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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The few nights after the wake gave Lukas enough time to process exactly what went on during the wake. He had learned from his father, and history itself that the Tyrells possessed a knack of moving in at the right time. Though he had yet to perfect this intangible, the young Rose still had a strong intuition that he relied on when his mind could not be made up.
Entering the Red Keep, he was here because of a meeting arranged between him and Princess Alysanne. He donned a clean, black long sleeved shirt with the golden rose embroidered on his chest. Obviously leaving behind any weapons he'd normally have on his person. He flowed gracefully to meet who he assumed would be the most suitable ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.
Both him and his brother agreed on who they felt had the strongest character to lead the Seven Kingdoms out of this broken time. Clearly, the death of the former King left the Realm in shambles. It was disappointing watching what transpired the other day, especially the reactions from the brothers who also had a claim to the throne. Though the firstborn Tyrell shared a similar sentiment with his younger brother, his decision was still much in the air—which is why he found himself awaiting Princess Alysanne to receive him.
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Aug 24, 2017 0:59:13 GMT
The rooms in the Red Keep were boring. For some place situated at the precipice of the city, it lacked grandiose decorum and rich, gold trinkets. Alysanne preferred this, however. She lived her life of a royal, but she did not live it as lavishly as normal. She threw no unnecessarily expensive feasts, and she rewore dresses from her closet. The day after the wake, however, she did don new apparel. She no longer wore the frilly dress of a Princess, but instead her gown was made of shimmering black and gold-specked silk that wrapped around her tightly.
Alysanne had Lukas lead to her meeting quarters where she met with family and friends who visited from afar. Normally, someone so foreign to her would be lead to a more formal room where a long table separated the two. But Alysanne knew of the Tyrells to be more casual conversationalists. "My Lord, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in a setting so calm." He had been at the wake the day prior, but with the boisterous Greyjoy and Baratheon feud, she had no time to actually mingle and talk with the Lords and Ladies of the realm.
"It's a shame your father was not available to meet with me, although I do enjoy conversing with the younger generation too. Young minds often have a much fresher perspective and can help old minds like mine keep the madness away," she jested, referring to the plague every Targaryen feared they would succumb to. "What did you make of the events yesterday? I'm truly interested." She sat next to him, two chairs with a small circular table in between them. A handmaid stepped forth and poured some fresh tea into both of their glasses for sipping. Small eclairs sat on a tiny platter in the middle.
The air around her was much different than he had expected. "You are much too kind, Princess Alysanne." "Your Grace" may have been more fitting if the young Tyrell had truly decided on who to support for the claim to the Iron Throne. However, the fact that he was here and not speaking to any of the other heirs spoke volumes on who he was indeed leaning towards.
It was a shame that his father had not made it on time, something must had been keeping him delayed on his trip. Thinking about it made his stomach twist, a sign that usually meant bad things ahead.
"To be quite honest, I was sure my father would have been here by now. I have a troubling feeling that he ran into some unwanted problems on the way over." His attention peered off for a moments notice before returning back to answer her following question. She enjoyed the input of the younger generation? It was a simple action, but a strong sign of her character. It seemed she wasn't the type to simply ignore the talks of her people.
Claiming a seat next to the princess, his back naturally postured. He eyed the tea being poured as he gathered his thoughts. It was always better to think before speaking, especially during times of great importance. "It was clearly a lot of things going on at once, and it all happened at a terrible time. However—"
He looked up at the princess, his blue eyes peering into her own. "people tend to react more naturally when they are caught off guard. I'm sure everyone in that room had been groomed throughout their lives to speak a certain way, and act a certain way—as have I. Lord Greyjoy, for all his troubles, I believe had wanted to see how those around him truly felt when not veiled by pretty words and subtle actions. I, may have handled it a different way, but the outcome had been what he wanted all along. I'm sure you observed the reactions of those around you, just like myself. There is much angst in those amongst you, and though you quelled the people for a short while you did notice those who lacked respect for you, did you not?"
The purple haired, firstborn son of House Tyrell had spent much of the previous night and following morning processing his thoughts and factoring in the many actions of those within that room. He wondered how Princess Alysanne felt about what transpired during her father's wake. He wasn't shy to speak, and he naturally felt a calmness and ability to speak freely when amongst her person. If he had been mistaken, he'd surely find out in the minutes to come.
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2017 7:12:46 GMT by LUKAS TYRELL
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Aug 25, 2017 3:57:21 GMT
Alysanne enjoyed the aura that Lukas brought with him. Tyrells were known for their survivability and cunning wit. These were not just character traits; they were powers. A man like Lukas would become a great leader to his house. Reserved enough to maintain respect but smart enough to convey his thoughts without stepping on any toes. What a truly perfect noble. She was sure his father was proud. Although, at the mentions of possible trouble with his father, Alysanne frowned in true concern.
She listened quietly as he spoke, never turning her eyes away from his. She sipped some tea and stirred a bit of honey in to sweeten it. Lukas offered a perfectly standoffish answer that did not necessarily condemn those involved but rather criticized them lightly. "I did." She set her cup down on the table and leaned back, resting her hands in her lap. "The issue is that everyone sees a Princess contending for the crown and resists her in every facet. No one realizes that yesterday, I was not Princess Alysanne who vied for the throne. I was Alysanne, daughter to a dead father. May I be blunt with you?" She assumed he would give her an answer of affirmation.
"I already experienced losing my mother. My father dying spelled another kind of loneliness for me. Not only did I lose both parents, but I lost both brothers. True, Daeron and I were never close, but Rhaegar was my best friend. Now, he cannot look me in the eyes. He has already decidedly cut me out of his heart since he knows this war cannot end peacefully." She smiled sadly as she stared at the Tyrell. "I lost my husband last year to sickness. My daughters are of the marrying age. Whether I come out Queen or stripped of all my royalties, I will be unequivocally alone." Her eyes finally fell to the floor. "The disrespect I received at the funeral compares not to the disrespect the gods have shown me."
She listened with open ears as he spoke. Something he noted to himself. It was true that Alysanne was quite different from the rest of the competing heirs. Her initial point was well received. It was true that many decided to ignore the fact that to the children of the former King, hell maybe just to Alysanne herself— it was a moment to pay her final respects to the man that only a few others saw in the same light as she did.
"Of course."
She proceeded, revealing harsh truths that Lukas had been aware of. Being heir to the Iron Throne, and then succeeding such a position meant a lot of things; though it was also a curse of loneliness for most. No matter how much you are loved by your people, the lack of family and loved ones around you would inevitably wear down on your mental state.
Just as she finished speaking, Lukas had put down the cup of tea he was slowly sipping out of. He allowed for a brief pause before continuing with his own thoughts. A subtle lick of the lips, a particular habit of his that he carried out before he spoke. "The Gods sure can be cruel." He spoke gently, his eyes continued to stare into her being. "Though, they can just be as gracious. Unfortunately, loneliness is a curse that plagues us all—once death takes us we'll be gone, forever, no one left by our side. However, with the life you have been given and though as much as you may hate it given the circumstances you've been burdened with. You have been given a chance to truly leave this world in a much better place, then if you were to leave it in the hands of someone else." Throughout this simple meeting, Lukas had been gauging her character, attuning himself to her spirit. He had become satisfied with what he had seen.
"I cannot sit here and pretend I know of the emotions you are feeling. But, I can tell you most emotions are useless in times like this. Your daughters will eventually marry, bear kids of there own, and when they're brought into this world I'm sure you'd like them to be well received. The tensions are high, and I have a feeling certain characters have already began their plots." Though he had no knowledge of anything yet, it was foolish to sit and wait for something to happen. These were treacherous times with death looming over everyone. Peace was nice while it lasted, but it was time to prepare for a wave of destruction to make way for the new age. History was a cycle, and the three Dragons were bound to fight eventually. However, this time there would be no stupid Kings, instead, a Queen who would usher in a new time.
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Aug 26, 2017 2:51:51 GMT
"Don't misunderstand. I don't seek your pity." The last thing she needed was to have an image of a Princess using sympathy cards to garner support for her bid as Queen. "Consider this less a conversation of politics and one Princess lamenting to a Prince about commonality." The two shared some common ground. Lukas was the Prince of Highgarden, even if they did not use such a title. If anyone could remotely understand the pressures she was facing, it would be Lukas Tyrell.
The conversation did veer toward politics, however. Alysanne had no choice but to oblige him on the matter. Of course, no Lord wanted to sit and make friends with the Queen. They wanted to gain information no one else had. They wanted security. And that, Alysanne was unsure she could offer the man. "Certain characters?" The snow-haired Princess perked an eyebrow, prying for further information. Of course, wicked souls conspired. That would always be the case. "And what plots do you think those may be? And by whom?" She smiled as she picked her cup of tea back up to warm her hands. "Of course, you don't need to tell me what you know. Only suspicions. A man must keep himself safe in such a decrepit land."
Pity? What purpose did pity serve, especially in situations like this. Was she projecting her internal emotions on him? Did she want to be pitied? "Don't mistake my honesty for pity." He responded almost instantly.
Commonality? Sure, he agreed they shared common ground. However, commonality aside this was no time for such simple conversation. Time was of the essence. Though unknown to his knowledge, there were clearly others out there already scheming to get their respective member on the Iron Throne. As well as outside forces attempting to break the wheel and get their own chance at the "game of thrones".
"I must apologize for my sudden speech. I was not here to speak politics, I was here to learn about you. I chose you out of the three based on what transpired the other night. I wondered what kind of person you were. Please tell me, what do you see happening in the coming weeks?"
Lukas knew not whether the Princess was capable of leading the Realm towards peace, or at least a short lived peace. From the mere minutes of conversation they had, he felt a lack of will on her part. It seemed she did not want to participate in this fight for the throne at all. Almost as if she'd rather roll over and die, then fight to give herself a chance. Only more insight would give him the answer he sought.
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Aug 29, 2017 1:13:57 GMT
Lukas was so glaringly perceptive that it was almost as if he saw past Alys's verbal statements and read her mind's thoughts. She did not want to participate in this fight. She knew it was a losing one. Out of the three heirs, she was the one with the weakest claim. She was the youngest and a woman. In what world would the Great Council elect such an outlier? Daeron married a commonborn woman. Not only could no Targaryen pureblood heir be produced, but no heir could be produced at all. Half-lowborn...? So even if the wheel of succession did skip her eldest brother, how in the world would it skip Rhaegar? He was incredibly brash and unfit for rule, but that did not legally disqualify him. And he protested the fact he kidnapped and raped the Martell girl. Who would stand to oppose his word?
Alysanne sighed. Had it not been for her father specifically decreeing her and her children pushing her, she would have remained a sad woman. But she did enter this race, because not doing so would be a slap to her supporter's face.
But Alysanne was jogging, and her two elder brothers were dashing toward the finish line.
She did notice the pointed evasion of her question, and it caused her eyes to narrow slightly. This was a man who likely preferred Alysanne to succeed but would not openly throw his house behind her. He was playing it smart, just like most people. "Do you really want to know?" She refused to lie and propose a grandiose image of her fight for the throne and her overcoming any obstacles in her way. "Daeron will clash with anyone who denies him his 'birthright.' It is going to get people killed. There is just no way around that when you're dealing with someone like him." Her tea was finished, and Alysanne stood, not liking the dull stature she possessed when seated. "Which means, by the time the Grand Council convenes to elect an heir, Rhaegar will be supported by most House Lords."
She held up a finger. "If House Martell does not intervene." A small, barely noticeable smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "But you and I both know the Martells would never let the man who stole their sand daughter ascend to the throne. And with Greyjoys looming and House Targaryen in utter shambles over what should happen, someone is going to die. Actuallty, I presume quite a few of my family members will not make it to the end."
A somewhat defeated sigh escaped. "And that is unfortunately what I bank on. Tch. Relying on chaos and the death of siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles to ensure I reach the throne. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth, my Lord, like sour wine." She paced slowly, staring at him. "A wine my family has been drinking for quite some time."
The evasion of her question was merely because he would not speak on things that he wasn't sure of. What he deduces from others didn't always come to light. One needed proof before bringing up any knowledge of schemes.
It was obvious she was in an unfortunate position. What one needed wasn't always what one wanted, especially in terms of the Realm's next ruler. Violence was an unfortunate but necessary part of securing a position of power—though not always—in a situation like this it was going to happen one way or another. His throat became a bit dry, needing another sip of the tea her handmade had so graciously provided.
He leaned forward as she spoke. She mentioned Daeron first; the man who married a commoner which seemingly eliminated himself from becoming King. However, it was foolish to believe he would give up on his claim to the throne. Foolish to believe he wouldn't leave his current women for someone else to produce a better image. Unfortunately his image had already been stained and should he attempt such a plot it would get shot down quite quickly. Lukas had but caught a glimpse of the elder Targaryen at the wake, noticing his stature and comparing it to the tales he heard of the man. He would put up a fight, but no man is invincible; it doesn't take much to shatter that air of superiority especially when faced with lethal measures.
Rhaegar was the next kin she spoke of, possessing a unique asset himself. Though the rumors had been that he had kidnapped and raped the female. The familiarity the two of them held between each other countered that notion. Thinking that House Martell would turn against him, instead of help him would be a grave mistake; one needs to cover all bases he thought to himself as he continued listening to the princess.
She seemed to be quite aware of the fact that many will indeed perish in the upcoming pursuit of power. He looked up at the princess who had now been standing for quite some time. "There's a saying I had heard elsewhere once, it holds much relevance to this conversation. 'Chaos is a ladder' and I believe you should seize the opportunity when it arises and do so swiftly and claim the throne for yourself. It would be foolish to believe it will be easy, or without much sacrifice; either die in the fire trying, or forge a new life for you and the realm."
Standing up himself, he continued to look her in her eyes. Lukas had made it a habit to maintain eye contact when speaking with someone, as well as noticing the slight changes in body language.
"I am sure you have your own supporters besides myself. I cannot be sure how my father will act, but I shall make sure to not impede you if I cannot help."
Last Edit: Aug 29, 2017 7:23:46 GMT by LUKAS TYRELL
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Aug 30, 2017 2:11:19 GMT
There was something peculiar about Lukas that made Alysanne want to try harder. She wanted to gain the young lord's favor, not because she swooned for him and not even because of his influence. But because he actually knew what he was talking about. Many lords had come to her side in attempts to guide her and assert themselves as a member of her counsel. But she did not tolerate any of it, because they often only had half a brain consumed with actual politics while the other half treasured power. Alysanne lusted not for things of that nature.
As Lukas stood, Alysanne felt his impending departure coming. He met her eyes evenly, and Alysanne stared into the young Tyrell's slightly dilated pupils. "You possess quite the wit." If Alysanne had gathered anything from this conversation, it was that she needed to stop playing so safely. She needed to take calculated risks. "Forgive my blunt words, but yes, I have other supporters. Most of whom are idiots and brazen. You are neither." She tried to approach the situation delicately, but she could not. "The three children of the late King are going to choose their own Hand. Whichever child actually succeeds will have their Hand succeed as well. Arkas will not remain." She was glad for that. He had witnessed King Jaehaerys II naming her Protector of the Realm, and he had cared not.
"Of course, your refusal is absolutely allowed, and I welcome honesty. But I would like to name you as Hand of the Queen, to counsel and guide me in my political matters. If it is your wish, no one may know of this but you and I." She placed a hand on the side of his shoulder and maintained a face of stoicism, although her voice grew sturdier and less sullen. "I have good intent and impeccable skill in leading the Realm, but I lack conviction and aptitude in dealing with a situation such as this. If you would guide me, I will ensure your family's longevity until my last breath."
Was she just inflating his ego, or did she truly believe in his cleverness. This was answered shortly when she had offered him the position of becoming her Hand. Surely catching the young Tyrell off guard, though his face did not give that away.
It was cute that she offered his family longevity but the reason his House had lasted this long had been because they made their moves correctly, and at the right time. A genuine smile graced his face as he contemplated the offer. "You truly flatter me, I was not expecting this to come out of our meeting this afternoon." Naturally the pretty-faced knight would take a few days to think over a decision of this magnitude. Unfortunately with the small council meeting approaching it would be better to make this decision beforehand.
It is not power I seek, however—maybe having myself behind her in the shadows would do more good for the Realm than without Lukas thought to himself. "Your Grace, I humbly accept your proposal." He knelt downward, expressing his loyalty to the woman he chose to follow.
"However, in terms of letting the Realm know of your choice. I'll leave it to you to decide when you would like to reveal this information. I am here because I believe in you, and though I may be operating from the shadows besides you. I do not fear the results of naming me your 'Hand' publicly."
Indeed originally the Tyrell believed it may have been better to keep his new title under wraps. He felt it might be better to reveal this information sooner than later, allowing for the chaos to truly spread and catch those not ready off guard. How his father would feel, he truly did not care. Not that he didn't respect the man, but how can one leave their name in annals of history by merely following in your father's footsteps?
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Sept 1, 2017 0:35:10 GMT
It had been a quick decision, but Alysanne was learning that most of her decisions needed to be in times like these. She had to take leaps of faith. People thought she was a potentially effective ruler because she had done most of the work in her father's place. But those were during times of peace. She would be tested in times of duress now. She needed someone sensible, someone outside of her family, whispering into her ear.
"I'm pleased to hear." When it came to the matter of keeping his position secret or not, Alysanne was on the fence. On one hand, it could mean his death if Alysanne lost and he was viewed a traitor. But, that was highly dependent on many factors, such as who succeeded and how they felt about Lukas Tyrell's backing of Alysanne. It would, however, mean his absolute death if they kept it a secret and it was uncovered by a spider lurking in the shadows.
"We will neither proclaim it or hide it. Our meetings will not be secret, and if asked, we will be honest." She smiled slightly. "But we won't exactly be yelling it unnecessarily." Her eyes slid to the guards in the room.
"Leave," she commanded. The kingsguard assigned to her detail hesitated greatly, but the Princess only repeated her command. When they finally left the room, her ultimate trust in Lukas was shown. If anyone was in a position to assassinate her, it was Lukas. And with her next revealing, even more trust would be placed in the man.
"Quellon Greyjoy came to me for an alliance. He supports me and my bid for the throne. The entire Iron Fleet is at my behest... once Quellon completes his mission." Her eyes avoided Lukas's for the first time that afternoon. Guilt. She had felt it since she met with the Ironborn.
What came of this meeting was more than anything Lukas expected coming into it. It had been a series of events that were out of his calculations. Though. It was better to move with the waves than fight against them—all as long as one made the right choices and seized the opportunities that came.
She showed her intellect when explaining how the nature of their relationship would unfold. Alysanne possessed her own cunning that came naturally to her, just like it came naturally to himself. As she motioned for her guards to leave, he wondered why. It surely showed a great deal of trust she held for him, especially so early on—though that should have been evident the minute she offered him the position of being her Hand.
There was something to be said and she did not want her kingsguard around to hear. Pools of azure followed her slight movements as she averted her gaze for the first time during this meeting. She clearly felt uncomfortable about the information she had revealed to him a moment ago. How we have come full circle he thought to himself as he processed this new information.
To become Queen, having Quellon Greyjoy and his armies behind her would help exponentially; especially the fact that coupled with the Redwyne's ships, a Tyrell vassal house, the waters would surely be controlled by them. However, it was foolish to believe that Quellon would want to put any of the three dragons on the throne.
"Before we get more into this discussion, what is this mission you speak of?" Lukas needed all the information at his behest before he continued. "However, please, let's be more comfortable with each other. I am now your Hand, let's enjoy this discussion without any additional stress." He motioned towards the chair she originally sat in. If she sat, he would follow and claim his own seat as well.
Alysanne is one of the three Targaryen children who purport they have claim to the throne. The now-dead King decreed Alysanne be Queen, and the unorthodox mother of three plans to become one.
Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Sept 2, 2017 7:35:46 GMT
Time was unforgiving of all involved in the political game. Things were happening fast, and Alysanne had already wasted too much time wallowing in depression over her father's death. She sat down in the comfort of her chair, keeping her voice low but not yet whispering. What she was telling the Hand of the Queen was something only he, Alysanne, and Quellon would know. It was information that could get her imprisoned if he every deemed it fit to tattle.
"He is leading an attack on Dragonstone as we speak. In a couple hours, the Small Council will hold its meeting. They won't receive word of what's happened until after the meeting has ended." Alysanne knew this had been a risky move to pull. "Rhaegar took half of the Royal Fleet to Dragonstone. That isn't enough to face the Iron Fleet by any means. That, and Rhaegar is going to be blindsided... Either Rhaegar flees or he runs." Rhaegar had made a grave mistake in halving the Royal Fleet. He made both halves vulnerable by dividing their strength, and it was a mistake he would pay for. "I know I cannot trust a Greyjoy, but he is single-handedly eliminating one of the two competitors for the throne in one day. I have told myself I can deal with Quellon when the time comes." She stared pointedly at her Hand.
"Do you think this was a bad decision on my part?" She was not a savage. She did not believe in unnecessary killing. But she did believe in necessary sacrifice if it benefited the realm. And of the three siblings, the only one who actually cared about the realm was Alysanne Targaryen.
An attack on Dragonstone? Well, that was crucial information indeed. If one were to know that Alysanne had any of her paws in the making of the plan then it spelled doom for her. It was far too early and she had yet to truly gain an advantage on any of her brothers. However, it was true that Rhaegar had little to no chance at besting the Iron Fleet with half of a fleet of his own—hell even with the entirety of the Royal Fleet they'd struggle against Quellon's ships.
"I like this Quellon fellow, but I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him." Given the size difference between the two, it was true that Lukas would not be able to throw him at all. "However, you yourself have already recognized that if he does turn against you that you'll do what is necessary to erase him." It'd have been a problem if she was enamored with the Ironborn, much like many of the onlookers were during the wake. Lukas had a sense of "I know how you feel" when he witnessed Quellon's rage during the wake. He too had always been judged by his appearance and never given a fair glance when it came to things that weren't politics. Though the Tyrell clearly didn't understand him through and through, he hoped to meet him one day soon.
"A bad decision, no. A calculated risk, yes. Let's hope your friend does a good job, and doesn't get bested by Rhaegar himself. Though, I do wonder what will happen if your plan succeeds. Thinking back to our earlier discussion, you seemed to think that the Martell's would instantly turn against Rhaegar. I, myself do not believe the rumors of him and his wife. Watching them interact, one could see there is no ounce of fear in her being. They are comfortable, familiar, just as a husband and wife naturally are."
He paused, giving her some food for thought. Taking a sip of the tea that had already gone cold. Placing it back down, he subtly cleared his throat before beginning to speak again. "It seems time will tell. Remember, you can have the greatest plan in motion but if you execute it poorly and the timing is all wrong it will go ablaze and ruin you. I'd hope we'd know the results after the small council meeting that I will unfortunately be attending. Unfortunately only because I still do not know what has happened to my father." Lukas was simply stating a fact, and not attempting to gauge any emotion with it. It was certainly a weird time in the Realm.
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