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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not surprisingly the tavern was bustling with all kinds of individuals; smallfolk, hedge knights, even some impressive personages. it had to be said though, none of them were as high ranking as himself, legitimate and rightful heir to winterfell, jon stark; a man with a reputation. if nothing else his attire marked him out as someone of great wealth despite the fact he was a lordling who did not care much for the pleasantries of the southern lords. then again he was here to attend the courts of such southron lords and had to fit in during his stay away from home.
despite the crowds a table opened up for jon and if he had wanted to, jon could have sat alone, quietly drinking and waiting for his seed to show up but the young lord preferred company when he drank. he called over a bar maid, “pale ale.”
the northerner slipped coins into her hand and announced loudly, “this is for anyone who wishes to join me at my table," soon enough jon's table was crowded with people all enjoying themselves at his expense but he couldn't really think of a better use for money.
his first drink was one of worthy mention; the bitter but familiar taste dancing across his tongue and warming him from the inside as he swallowed,
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 22, 2015 2:24:01 GMT
i beg for you to tell me
“please don't cry”
@jon stark
Had it been any other land, Alynne would have been forbidden from traveling to a tavern with drunken men parading around, most lowborn with a history of crime. But in the Stormlands, House Baratheon was respected. They did not demean their people or abuse them in any manner. As the only daughter of the main line, however, Alynne was always escorted to places outside the castle by a knight. Tonight, it was Samuel that trailed closely behind her as she decided to spend the night socializing with a few aristocrats and local friends.
When she entered, her and her escort immediately noticed the crowd surrounding one table in particular. Curious to see what the commotion was, Alynne tried to get as close as possible. She wore a thin lavender gown that hugger her frame. Her hair was let down with one lock braided back on each side so that they met in the back. Standing on the tips of her toes, she finally caught sight of the best dressed man at the table -- the one who obviously was causing the ruckus. "That's Jon Stark, firstborn of Lord Stark. I believe you've met him once before, my lady."
Alynne glanced back to Samuel and nodded. She remembered vaguely meeting Jon at a social event when she was thirteen. She had blushed at the sight of him, having never seen a northern boy before. "Yes, briefly." When the bar maid stopped by Alynne, the highborn daughter merely echoed Jon's request. "Pale ale, please." With so many people crowding the lordling, it seemed impossible to get near him.
"Well, he certainly is the celebrity of the night. I wonder what he's doing here." Alynne sat at a table near Jon's, but not before briefly catching his eyes. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she sat down abruptly. She remembered the conversation she had with her Father about the potential of marrying him. With her father pressing for her to marry someone, she had blurted out Jon's name. He was the only man from another house she trusted, despite not even really knowing him. They had only talked briefly when they were younger, but she knew him to be a man of honor. Her father and brother disapproved, wanting her to marry closer to home, to a house with more power in regards to the throne. She sighed. How awkward this night would be if Jon knew it was his name she said so suddenly when her father asked if she desired any one man.
"Do you think he even remembers me? That was nearly seven years ago."
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