Princess Daenya's Nameday

"It is a standing offer," Aegon replied. "My father values dragons, if nothing else. He should grant your request."

Lord Maekar Dracaryn, the Lord of Darkheart, is announced and he enters the party dressed in a finely made black tunic, trimmed with crimson. The left sleeve was pinned back over his missing hand, and Vigilance hung at his side, the black hilt ending in a seven-pointed star made of crystal seeming rather out of place in the Red Keep of all places. He wore a different eye-patch, this one crimson with a narrow black oval running vertically down the center, giving it the impression of a Dragon's eye.

On his arm was a young woman, who the heralds announced as Lady Vira Dragonseed, dressed in a gown of gossamer-thin pale green lace, baring the shoulders and the tops of her breasts. There was no corset or tightly laced bodice, so the lace clung naturally to her small waist, and the nearly transparent skirt was long and close-fitting instead of flared. All in all, it looked like an extremely daring version of a traditional Valyrian noblewoman's gown, and left little to the imagination and showed off Vira's figure to its advantage.

Elsey spotted Ser Maekar and his companion enter as she strode for a hiding place, and made her way towards them. As always, forgetting to be courtly, she gave Maekar a subordinate nod;

"Ser Maekar, it is good to see you."

She looked properly now at the lovely thing on his arm, and couldn't help but admire the woman.

"Greetings, My Lady."

"Ah, my apologies, Vira. A pleasure to meet you."

She laughed a little, glancing up in amusement at Maekar.

Elsey smiled to Vira and Maekar, not letting on whether she shared Maekar's weariness about Daenya's attention-seeking tactics or not;

"Once you have made your greetings, feel free to come and share some wine with me. It is not often that I get to meet a charming newcomer."

Elsey gave a small, courteous bow. Though she looked distinctly feminine in her soft, flowing green and pale gold dress, her bearing was more direct and squared than one would normally expect of a highborn lady. She was more like a soldier, especially in the way she had greeted Maekar, like a squire would a commander.

"I would happily introduce you to the other ladies, whenever you will it. That is, of course, if My Lord here will allow me to sweep you away,"

She smiled playfully at Maekar.

Maekar moved away, taking aside one of the servants and instructing the girl to bring him strong wine. He looked around the party, not particularly desiring to mingle with the few guests that had arrived.

Rhaena noticed Maekar had arrived and was rather surprised though. Seeing as he held the companionship of some random woman, she just smiled genuinely over to him and raised her hand languidly in greeting, before turning back to her own company.

"I should think Lady Visenya should be well satisfied with a man like you," rhaena commented to Axell, believing the traitor spawn should not aim much higher. She was already growing bored, talk of dresses and who one would wish to bed. Very tedious.

"I have no idea. Rather rude really, bringing some unknown to a name day party, it is not like this is done nameless feast," she said, but then shrugged, it not mattering to her, "but then again, there are hardly enough people, so the more the merrier, really."

"That would be very kind," Axell replied. "I would be much obliged. Thank you so much, my lady. I wish I had a friend to recommend in turn."

"Oh, he must be a brother of Vandaras then, for they are the same age and seemingly the same clutch," Daenya replied, never having studied the various heritages of the many dragons. "Vandaras isn't silent, but he's big and his fire is hotter than any other! He fought well at Oldtown but I can agree that they are... well, temperamental." She grinned.

Ser Jaime Westerling arrived at the party with a box of bath salts and a pair of golden hooped earrings.