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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 9:41:03 GMT -5
The weddings of Aenar's children to the royal bastards were scheduled to take place in the Queen's Ballroom. The affair was to be respectable but not extravagant given that the participants were either bastards or the children of the king's former rival. Rumours were rife regarding an incident shortly before the weddings but few knew the exact details of the situation yet.
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 14:21:22 GMT -5
Yara shrugged. "Either dead or escaped, they say. He could be anywhere. Maybe Dorne, if he's not dead yet." She adjusted Vira's hair. "I heard about Lady Visenya being tied up, but I'm not sure why. Some of the rumours say Lady Elseyris is dead or dying. Ser Trajan is the one who did it, the rumours say."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 14:52:44 GMT -5
"I don't know!" Yara cried in agitation. "It's just silly rumours. I couldn't find out the truth. And then I thought maybe he was just confined to his rooms or something until the wedding, to stop him from running away. I didn't see the sense in bothering you until I knew for sure. You don't want to marry him, do you? Shouldn't you be happy if he's gone after all?"
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 15:10:21 GMT -5
"Some, I think. Mostly servants and lower nobles and the like. None of the Royal Family is there yet. You can't leave now, Vira." Yara faced her old friend. "It might look like you are trying to escape as well. Do you want them to think you are working with him, if he still lives?"
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 17:31:34 GMT -5
"It's for the best. Then you can play the wronged bride if it turns out to be true. Or the grief-stricken bride if he's dead." Yara grinned. "Apart from the Targaryen name, you don't lose very much by this."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 18:05:26 GMT -5
"I was?" Yara laughed. "I wouldn't mind that. Ask the king. Maybe he will give you a different husband, some knight whose favour he needs." She paused and grinned. "Maybe he'll make you marry Ser Trajan instead."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 4, 2014 19:07:04 GMT -5
Yara nodded. "I s'pose not. What will happen then? Where will we go if you are not to have the manse?"
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Post by Maekar on Mar 4, 2014 19:25:29 GMT -5
Maekar waited in the Queen's Ballroom, somewhat impatiently, dressed in a finely made black doublet, trimmed with crimson, and the left sleeve was pinned back over his stump. He was unarmed, save for the steel dagger that always hung at his belt, and Vigilance could be seen in its sheath, the sword-belt hung on a peg on the wall. His eye-patch was also black, with a tiny dragon in crimson stitching in the center. There was a small curved wound on his right ear, healing but clearly inflicted recently.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 20:41:11 GMT -5
With the help of Lissa, holding her by the arm and around the waist, Elseyris was led quietly into the small chamber where Vira was getting ready. Lissa immediately guided Elsey to a chair, and set about styling her hair gently into delicate, intertwining braids, woven through with ribbons that matched her dress. The dress itself was simple, but elegant, with long, flared sleeves and a high neck. It had been deliberately chosen to disguise the fact that she had heavily bandaged injuries on her left elbow and neck. Her face had not been made up yet, and the redness around her eyes was unmistakable.
She gave Vira a little nod, though could not manage a smile. Her face was expressionless, subdued into a dead, distant, passive gaze. Some of it was from the drugs she had been given to ease her pain, but she also felt hollowed out inside, like a ghostly observer of the imminent farce.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 21:07:29 GMT -5
Elseyris' gaze shifted from some vague point in the distance to Vira's face, and, for a moment, Vira could see how desperately sad and afraid the person trapped within that cold mask was. Her voice was very level and quiet, as the milk of the poppy slowed her speech, and she considered how to word her response to a safely vague level;
"Thank you, Vira, you are very kind to say, but I know I'm a mess. It's nothing Lissa can't cover up though."
She forced a tight but earnest smile. Even though she did not currently have Trajan's dark shadow over her, for a change, she was still afraid to speak freely.
"I do have some... unfortunate... injuries, that have made it difficult to be timely today. My own fault. Still, better late than never, I suppose," she remarked flatly, like she was reciting meaningless words.
"How are you, Vira? You look lovely, as always."
Despite Elsey's state, Vira got the impression that she was being sincere in her question and compliment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 22:09:11 GMT -5
"Thank you," Elsey replied, almost in a whisper, closing her eyes, as she registered in her mind how pleasant it felt to have her hair stroked gently again, rather than being pulled, or plastered to her skin with blood, as it had been several times since her betrothal.
"You speak like someone who knows a lot of loss yourself. I'm sorry."
Her eyes began to well up with tears, and her voice cracked as she fought the lump in her throat;
"While I do not have children to lose, I certainly relate to the other things. I do not wish to presume about your own life, Vira, but... in just a short span of time, I have lost things I barely knew were possible to lose. It is so... difficult... to bear it all calmly... It... it's too much..."
She tried to take some deep breaths, as the anxiety began to cut through the drugged haze and numbness;
"I'm sorry, Vira, I should not say such things. I should be grateful to be alive. If we are alive, there is always hope."
Those last words sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 22:43:45 GMT -5
Elsey took more deep breaths, forcing the wave of emotion back down. It made her feel even more sick than she already did, but she understood Vira's meaning.
Pretend, or die.
She knew that was the rule already, but it was so hard to pretend, especially with no solace in sight.
At least you have a dragon. At least your husband won't abuse you. .
She tried to shake off those thoughts. It was not right to feel resentment for those things. Vira was trying to help.
"You are right. I am sorry. That is a terrible thing that happened to your home and family. I am sorry for your loss."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 23:11:35 GMT -5
"I will try to remember that, Vira. Thank you. You are kinder to me than I deserve."
Elsey fidgeted with the cuff on her left sleeve, then reached her right hand around to squeeze Vira's.
"At least we need not go through it all alone," she said, absently, not being clear on what she meant by 'it all'.
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Post by The Gambler on Mar 5, 2014 1:30:06 GMT -5
Maekar waited in the Queen's Ballroom, somewhat impatiently, dressed in a finely made black doublet, trimmed with crimson, and the left sleeve was pinned back over his stump. He was unarmed, save for the steel dagger that always hung at his belt, and Vigilance could be seen in its sheath, the sword-belt hung on a peg on the wall. His eye-patch was also black, with a tiny dragon in crimson stitching in the center. There was a small curved wound on his right ear, healing but clearly inflicted recently. Trajan stood beside him, dressed in a black doublet of his own, with silver buttons and trim. There was a bandage wrapped around his right forearm, though the inquisitor looked surprisingly chipper considering the rumors swirling around the keep that he had been grievously injured. Only his bravo blade remained at his belt, the rest of his veritable arsenal stored in his rooms.
"In such a hurry for the joys of marital bliss, brother?" he inquired with a sardonic smile, observing Maekar's thinly-veiled impatience.
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Post by Janos Velaryon on Mar 5, 2014 3:46:16 GMT -5
Janos was dressed quite plainly compared to those around him, the look on his face was as plain as if someone had painted the fact he did not want to be there across his forehead.
He looked around at the other guests, and for the first time in years he felt genuinely uncomfortable with the situation he was in.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 6:21:01 GMT -5
"Of course not," Vira said, allowing Elseyris' reply to remain vague. She squeezed the girl's hand in return. "There, all done. You truly look a bride now. And where is your sister? She really cannot be this late." "I don't know where she is, I'm afraid. I haven't seen her in a while," said Elsey, gazing into space. "I hope she is alright." |
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Post by Maekar on Mar 5, 2014 6:51:31 GMT -5
Trajan stood beside him, dressed in a black doublet of his own, with silver buttons and trim. There was a bandage wrapped around his right forearm, though the inquisitor looked surprisingly chipper considering the rumors swirling around the keep that he had been grievously injured. Only his bravo blade remained at his belt, the rest of his veritable arsenal stored in his rooms.
"In such a hurry for the joys of marital bliss, brother?" he inquired with a sardonic smile, observing Maekar's thinly-veiled impatience.
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King Maegor II Targaryen waited patiently for the two brides to arrive, flanked by four White Cloaks. With their father dead, it was his responsibility to walk them down the aisle. The irony that it was his doing that saw their father to an early grave was not lost on him.
"Just to get this farce over and done with," Maekar replied in a low voice. "The little girl do that to you?" he asked, nodding at Trajan's wounded arm. |
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 5, 2014 9:35:36 GMT -5
Queen Rhaella waited at the forefront of the guests. Her sober expression indicated that she did not particularly wish to be present, but it was important for her to be there. She wore a gown of violet silk with gold thread decorating the skirt and neckline, as well as her crown, Dark Sister's sword belt cinching in her narrow waist.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 11:19:35 GMT -5
Janos was dressed quite plainly compared to those around him, the look on his face was as plain as if someone had painted the fact he did not want to be there across his forehead. He looked around at the other guests, and for the first time in years he felt genuinely uncomfortable with the situation he was in. Daenerys, who made her way to Janos and took the seat next to him, was dressed in a green gown that could have been considered slightly too modest for a wedding. Then again, she found there to be no cause of celebration. "Uncle," she greeted in a low tone and even though her expression remained neutral, it was clear from her tone that she was far from being comfortable with any of this. "Is any of it true what the people are saying?" |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Mar 5, 2014 11:28:00 GMT -5
Visenya appeared, apparently unaware that she was late in the first place, clad in a gown that was clearly an extravagant purchase. The silver and lavender silk brocade had been specially designed and had a design of dragons soaring, sleeping, and breathing fire. Their eyes and flames had been picked out with gold thread. Between them were strange and foreign flowers, each rarer and more lovely than the last. It was cut low enough to be enticing, but not so much as to be inappropriate for a virgin's wedding day. A wide belt of gold cinched her small waist. Her hair has already been dressed, with pearls threaded through the soft curls and braids that crowned her head. From her gown to her haughty bearing, Visenya looked as though she were a bride at a royal wedding, ready to become a king's bride, and not of some bastard Inquisitor.
She also looked as though she had experienced nothing untoward, and certainly never been tied up and gagged by a marauder. She found her seat at the third vanity and began to apply her own makeup. "You two look lovely today," she said crisply. "I didn't think you would make it, Elsey dear. You should be resting in bed, but I suppose the King has commanded the show to go on, no?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Mar 5, 2014 12:45:40 GMT -5
Visenya blushed heavily. She wanted to turn around and tell Vira how embarassed she was by the entire incident. She wanted to tell her the truth of what had happened. Instead, she just applied more kohl around her eyes and said, "Oh, that. It happened but I've put it behind me. It is our wedding day, after all. Only..." she stopped applying makeup and turned slowly. "Rhaegar is gone. My mother is gone, too." Her lip was seen to wobbly, almost imperceptibly. "I wanted my mother to see me married. And what will you do, Vira, without a bridegroom?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Mar 5, 2014 13:23:51 GMT -5
She nodded solemnly, turning back to the mirror to redden her lips with a bit of tinted paste. "They fled. I resisted, and the result was that I was bound and gagged. I thank the gods that no more than that was done to me." She eyed her sister's reflection in her mirror. How was it that Elsey was even able to walk to this room? She had not been able to visit her sister, but she understood that her wounds were quite serious.
Visenya giggled when Vira spoke of cats. "My brother never struck me as catlike. A pig, maybe, or an ass, but certainly no cat. I am sure they will work out something, though." She reached out her left hand to squeeze Vira's, while still applying the color to her face with the right. She quirked a bit of a smile and attempted levity. "I'd rather cuddle a cat at night than Rhaegar anyway. Perhaps it is for the best."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 5, 2014 17:57:09 GMT -5
Soon after, the Queen entered. "Ladies," she greeted them coolly. "You all look very pretty. I would like a word with Mistress Vira. Come." She beckoned to Vira and indicated the woman should join her at the far corner of the room.
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 5, 2014 19:08:08 GMT -5
"I have some bad news for you," Rhaella said, straight-faced. "Ser Rhaegar has not been found. There can be no doubt that he has fled the city. Your marriage cannot now take place."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Mar 5, 2014 19:27:52 GMT -5
Visenya eyed the Queen and Vira carefully, trying to make out what they were saying, she was sure it concerned her brother. She wondered if he had been found, murdered or otherwise. She actually found her heart beating a little faster. She swallowed heavily and glanced toward her sister. Wounds aside, she did not look like herself. Visenya hoped that Trajan had not broken her spirit. That was something that Visenya had always admired in her little sister. For a moment she wished that it were she who had been given to Trajan. Cruel though he may be Visenya thought that she could bear it more than her sister...
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too