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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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 Jun 16, 2015 21:16:25 GMT
It was another stormy day in the Stormlands. Rain poured down, wetting the soil that had failed to dry since the last rain. Lightning flashed continuously, and thunder struck so hard that the castle walls shook. But perhaps that was part of Alynne's imagination. She always hated being inside on rainy days. The confinement scared her, and the echoing thunder inside the castle made her jump every time.
So, like most days, she found herself situated in the courtyard as rain beat down without mercy. Her black Baratheon hair was slick from the rain, and several strands stuck to her face. Her clothes were soaked, but the people in these lands knew this feeling all too well. Though she normally wore a dress, whenever she practiced her swordplay, she wore leather pants, boots, and a tunic. Her sword was expensive, but it was nothing special. Still, it was specifically made to be lightweight for her, and she wanted no other weapon.
Without anyone to spar with (as most men in the Baratheon vassal houses were too scared to do so in fear of harming the only Baratheon daughter), she practiced on a dummy. It was stitched leather in the form of a plump man tied to a stick. She attacked it ruthlessly, but her form was average at best. It was hard to see and navigate in the rain, and mud always made her slip and slide. With each strike, she grunted lightly, until finally the dummy victim began falling from its post.
Post by VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 16, 2015 22:14:39 GMT
Welt hat was a sorry sight. Not the young lady Baratheon whacking at that dummy, that was pretty standard and looked skilful as far as Nessa could tell from the distance. She was watching from a distance, figuring that there was no point in someone like her being rained upon as well. She could watch just fine from over here and she knew better than to disrupt the concentration of someone who practiced sword fighting. It was a good way to get cut but not something one would do to an acquaintance. And besides, they had come here to flee the weather, not to just go out. Vanessa and the men accompanying her had taken a detour here, deciding to visit that girl she had known back in the day, in order to evade the bad weather. The area was called the stormlands, yes, but she really had hoped that they would be spared the worst.
They had not been, but that was what a lady had friends for. She had been given hospitality and her people would return the favour, should a stag find itself hard pressed to cross the bloody gate. As long as they didn’t bring an army, of course.
There was a movement out of the ordinary that caught her attention. It was not something that this particular stag had done in specific, but the dummy falling. Apparently, this fierce opponent had been bested and Vanessa gave it a little bit of applause, finally giving her presence away. “Well, it seems as if you have exhausted the trusty Ser leathers,” she noted, faintly recalling them having used that nickname before. “I fear he, like all your bannermen just can’t keep up with you anymore.” She shook her head in fake sorrow, before offering a smile through the rain. It was not clear whether that could even be seen.
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 Jun 16, 2015 23:05:32 GMT
The sound of clapping was faint, drowned out by the distance and falling rain. But the lighthearted voice of Lady Vanessa made its way through the storm and to Alynne's ears. She turned and wiped the wet bangs from her eyes before smiling and waving at the young girl. Alynne considered the Arryn daughter a friend, and although they had not seen each other in many years, she was still welcome nonetheless. Alynne's father was not a mean man, and never in a million years would he turn away a Lady of House Arryn.
"I suppose it does make me look talented when a standing, unliving man falls to my sword. But against a real opponent, I don't know if you'd still be clapping for me," she responded with an easy smile. After sheathing her sword, she began trekking her way through the mud and toward Vanessa, who was smart enough to stay inside and away from the rain. As Alynne stepped inside the castle, she could see the side glances from servants as they watched her track mud into the castle. "I'm being a terrible host, I know. I should be entertaining you," Alynne said through a smirk and waved the girl on. "Come with me while I change into proper attire and perhaps we can find something worth getting our noses into this evening."
Alynne glanced to her knights and shrugged. "You gentlemen can wait outside the chamber doors. Don't worry, I won't be killing her anytime soon," she teased as they hovered closely behind the girl. Leading the way to her chambers, Alynne would allow Vanessa inside before shutting the door. She began discarding her dirty fighting attire, though she remained in her undergarments. She slipped on a pale salmon-colored dress and combed her wet hair out. "So tell me, Vanessa. What are your father's plans for marrying you? You've long since come of the marrying age, you know." Though, truth be told, Alynna had no room to talk either.
Post by VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 16, 2015 23:24:02 GMT
“If you were fighting a living man and doing badly, I would have long since started hurtling things at him,” she replied jovially. Not in any scenario, of course, but she couldn’t really imagine any situation where she would not have wanted to do such a thing. While she did not know whether or not she would outright risk her life for the Baratheon, she would do what else she could at the very least. Thus, she followed chuckling when her friend continued to agitate the servants. Seven knew she had done so at times, too, but even when she did anything physical, she never did it in the rain. That just created unnecessary work for everyone.
“And I would not call you terrible. I derived pleasure from seeing you doing something that pleasures you. It definitely is better than just staring at a ceiling all day at the very least,” she continued as she followed. While she considered herself above most people, she did not believe in being rude to one’s host. Besides, there was neither shame in telling the truth nor a need to exaggerate it. Things were pretty much fine. And once inside, the stag at least did the sensible thing and dressed, an act that she did not exactly shy away from watching. “But if you truly wish to entertain me, I will gladly allow you to do so. Up until now, you have not disappointed me in that regard.”
However the first topic was somewhat boring, now wasn’t it? Men. Vanessa had no interest in any man aside from the one that her father would give her to. There just was no point in talking to them aside from being charming, really. A dutiful girl like herself wasn’t going to throw herself into any potentially bastard-spawning affair. That would be the worst for an oldest child. As such, she laughed in response.
“”You are right, you are right. But haven’t you heard? Marrying late is the newest fashion everywhere. But to be honest, I think that everyone is just waiting for someone to make the first move. Like in a melee on the tourney, really. Once someone just starts doing stuff, we won’t know what wedding to go to first! Maybe it will even be yours. Recently, all I heard of you were rumours that you would marry this lord or that, although I am kind of glad you haven’t yet.”
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