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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Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne
Lost in thoughts all alone
Soleil had been traveling by ship for quite some time now, and she wondered just how far the boats would take her. When she had started her journey four years ago, she never imagined that she would further her expedition by sailing the Narrow Sea. When news of the King's death had been brought to her attention, she had traveled back home to Highgarden. She and her siblings then traveled together to pay their respects at King's Landing.
After spending several weeks in the large city, she said her goodbyes to those whom she had grown close to once more, stating that she still had many places more to visit. She had met a few merchants who had been planning their trip back to Essos, and when she expressed interest, they asked her to come along.
Of course, she was incredibly excited by this. So she spent the next few weeks sailing north east. When she arrived, she was not disappointed. She had heard stories of a legendary art known as Water Dancing, and as a sword fighting enthusiast, she felt obligated to find someone to teach her.
This led her to Nidhogg. She had been recommended to approach him to ask for lessons. And although she had not heard this name before, many seemed to speak highly of his ability in the Water Dance.
So she approached his establishment cautiously. Her brunette hair falling over her black coat, fastened with golden buttons and trim. This held tightly together over a wool tunic, sewn with burgundy trim. She looked the part of a noble in their travels, poise falling over her presence as she strode to the front gates. Bister eyes fell upon the guards whom had gone to alert Nidhogg of her arrival.
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Naive the little lady approached the palace of the Sealord. Whispers had turned to rumors that lifted his reputation to the status of myth and legend. A master of the enchanting dance that was the fighting style of his mentor. Teaching it sparingly to those deemed worthy to protect themselves with the artes.
Summoned guards approached him amidst a shower to wash away his prior engagement. Word of her house reached his ears, Soliel had journeyed far from the reach of Westeros. Gesturing the guards away to allow passage to his guest. Humoring a lady from across the Narrow Sea would prove to be interesting
Approaching the shrouded guest with his belt strapped to his hips with his darkened slacks. Breasts remained bare with ink etched upon his flesh. Following from his chest to the reach of his arm. Compared to the noble this man was a titan, standing nearly a foot and a half taller then her he greeted his company.
Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Post by SOLEIL TYRELL on Aug 29, 2017 22:51:28 GMT
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Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne
Lost in thoughts all alone
The young woman waited quietly, someone appearing to approach the gates with stride, and Soleil straightened herself, determination painted across her as one hand rested upon her hip, the other lightly tapping her chin. His words came off with a dialect far different than those of Westeros - one she had never heard before until arriving to the Eastern shores.
She could feel a fluttering tension in her stomach, almost as though she expected to be turned down at the door. Most people required a raven - or at least some kind of warning before someone just showed up at their doorstep. She smiled lightly, brown eyes meeting his with a fierce assurance.
"I suppose when a Westerner travels far, word tends to get around," she made note of the word 'rose'. "I have been rehearsing several forms of the sword since I was a young girl, but they are of primitive standard and pale to compare to the art of the water dance."
Her sword was light - thinner compared to most. And while most styles could make use of it, this was a blade that required the flexibility of its user.
"I've never been to Essos, but took the opportunity the moment I heard that there was a Master of the Water Dance in Braavos. If you have any time available, I would like to request for you to be my teacher."
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Whispers of nobles from the great houses of Westeros always traveled quickly upon the streets of Braavos. Hearing the plight of the young swordsman. It was not common for a woman in Westeros to take up a sword. Yet here stood a child stood desiring to learn water dancing.
" A flower with thorns, quite the tale from the west."
Soleil Tyrell requested that Nidhogg teach her how to dance with her nimble blade. A thin line curved upon his lips, a brave flower indeed this one was. Turning his back to the noble, a hand signaling for the little beauty to follow in his large strides into the palace.
" Tonight we shall test your steel. Until then why don't you humor me with those lovely rubies."
Teasing the secondborn lady, when the night gave birth to moonlight upon the glimmering pools he would challenge the beauty to see if she was worth his teachings. Approaching him reminded him of his own fated encounter with his beloved mentor. Guiding them to the grand hall of the Sealords palace.
Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne
Lost in thoughts all alone
Upon her words that lingered in the air for a moment, Nidhogg appeared to sneer, as his lips curved up and he twirled to face away from her. His hand waved a motion to follow, and Soleil's brows raised in surprise, perhaps expecting to be turned down on the spot, or to come another day. Her eyes wandered passed him, as she looked to the large estate they would be inside of.
She had heard many stories about this grand palace; often given with an air of mysticism and curiosity. There were not many people in the world who could say they had been invited into the Sealord's home. Her eyes wandered to the colors and architecture, completely amazed by the difference in culture.
" Tonight we shall test your steel. Until then why don't you humor me with those lovely rubies."
She chuckled a bit, looking down bashfully as she continued to follow behind him. "Well, m'lord, are you so sure that will entertain you for long?"
Once she arrived within the grand hall, she was taken back by the glittering decor and furniture. The exotic touch to the room truly captivated her. Compared to Westeros wealth, it was gold to silver.
She let her eyes wander, now understanding why the Sealord's Palace was spoken to be of unearthly allure. "Your home is stunning," she managed to murmur, but was once again drawn to the animals that roamed about. How did he train them to keep this place looking so clean?!
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Nidhogg halted his movement for a second when the Tyrell addressed him. M'lord? Lowborn the man deserved no such title by birthright. Elected to be the Sealord thanks to his mentors blessing. Laughing off western dialect as he teased the golden rose with her own status.
" You only have to wait until the sun slumbers beneath the horizon M'lady."
An expanse let the fading light flood into the grand hall. A sea breeze caressed the two with the delightful scent of the coast. Everything the beauty imagined to be exotic were common place here in Braavos. Wondering just what the thirdborn daughter thought of his wealth.
" Then we may duel upon the pools of the moon. It is the proving grounds of those who wish to water dance."
Nidhogg explained, a master of the blade art could fight upon the surface of the water without disturbing it. If this woman was trained by knights her movements would likely be heavy and predicatable. Yet her blade had not gone unoticed, it being the main reason he allowed her into his domain.
" It is the palace that belonged to each of the Sealord of Braavos. I am merely its host while I serve."
Placing his hand upon a feathered beast. It would serve better as a steed then a feast as he stroked its feathers. A pleased chirp escaping its beak.
Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne
Lost in thoughts all alone
At the mention of waiting until dusk for them to pick up their blades, Soleil nodded in agreement as she continued to follow Nidhogg through the Sealord's Palace. He spoke of only living there while he served as Lord, and she smiled, looking about the place with eagerness.
"It must be exciting to live in such an exquisite place, and to hold such a gallant title. No doubt that your family must be proud, no?" she asked before allowing her hand to brush against the pummel of her sword as he took note of it.
He had been petting a best of feathers, and she looked to it with curiosity, wondering just what kind of bird that was. She had never seen anything like it - although there were many things she had never seen in her short time upon arriving to Essos. Seeing such strange creatures should be the last thing to surprise her.
When he pondered on the question as to why she had decided to use a sword, she looked up at him with a bold gaze, as grace followed her movement as she strode to observe the animals lounging about the room.
"My house is known for many things; beauty, wealth, and warriors. Of course, the men may be blessed with all three and the women are left for political marriages and gossip. While I do take interest in the politics of courting, I also found it rather practical to pick up a blade as well. If my brothers could have all three signatures of House Tyrell, why could I not either?"
He looked through a window that brought the surrounding waters that were beyond the palace grounds into view. The sun was dipping low against the hills as the sky caught fire like watercolors of warmth.
"I spent many years learning from my brother how to use a proper blade, but only in my recent travels in Westeros, did I really learn the use of different styles. That is when I heard of the Water Dancing art," she turned back to face him, a gentle smile upon her lips. "And that is why I have come to Essos."
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
" I have no family little rose, I was born a slave. Though I proudly bear the mantle of Sealord."
Nidhogg had accepted this position to help the people through the word of his master. It was not a role this noble likely thought it to be. This palace was the gem of the hidden city of a thousand isles. It was lavish but he would protect it with his life.
" We aren't all born equal, impressive desire Lady Tyrell."
Hearing of her tale, having learned the sword taught by knights of the West. Such linear blades with heavy strikes. A nimble blade hung from her hip. It did not carry all the weight of castle steel, but rather was narrow and precise. It was perfect for his teachings bestowed upon him.
" It may take you a lifetime to master but devote yourself to it and it shall always protect you."
Words shared with the the final rays of sunlight carassing his backside. Torches had begun to be lit around the palace, with the horizon fading to darkness the man had promised her a lesson. Guiding her to the flooded courtyard where he picked up a wooden blade used for training.
" Blossom little rose and show me your worth."
Seperating from her, at the center of the flooded palace grounds he waited with the wooden toy. Flames dancing across the water with stars and the moon itself casting its light upon the shallow pools of the Sealords Palace.
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