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Post by The Smith on Oct 5, 2013 17:22:04 GMT -5
A large and fancy ball in the Red Keep hosted by the Lord Hand.
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Post by Sam on Oct 6, 2013 9:39:50 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon arrives early, dressed in his finest clothes with a ceremonially jeweled sword hanging at his hilt. Many of the Stormlanders he came to the capital with are present as well, knights and Lords from a dozen of the greatest Houses in the Stormlands.
He approaches the Princess when he first arrives, bowing deeply to show his respect and deference.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 6, 2013 12:16:44 GMT -5
Lord Harold arrives shortly after, walking in as some of the Riverland Lords and Knights too have shown up, seeing as they are in so close proximity to the Crownlands, travel was not difficult. He makes his way to the front and looks around to what the new Queen, and the hand is doing.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 14:36:41 GMT -5
Sighing as she entered the hall, Lyssandra made her way to her people's table quietly. She did not wear anything special besides her trusted sword (if nobles are allowed weapons). It would be an evening of unparalleled sycophancy, of this she was sure. Lyssandra certainly did not want any part of it. The thought made her stomach sick.
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 14:57:25 GMT -5
Lord Aurane and his family arrive. The lord of the Rock bows before the Queen and hands her an eight sided, golden scepter. Each side displays the symbol of one of the great houses: Stag, Kraken, Sun, Rose, Direwolf, Gate, Trout and Lion.
Nymer makes her servants present the Queen with three new dresses, all expensively made and dashing. The Queen would look more beautiful than any other girl.
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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 16:51:15 GMT -5
The Hightower party arrived. Lord Gwayne was in black trimmed with white and silver, the sigil of his house embroidered on his doublet in silver thread. Beside him came Izzy, shining in a parti-coloured gown of green and white with a cloth of silver lining, and a matching girdle. Her jewels were all emeralds.
Gwayne's gift to the young queen was a set of diamond and ruby jewellry all set in gold. There were two necklaces, one a golden choker set with a great ruby cut in the shape of a heart and a necklace alternating diamonds and rubies. There was a set of matching bracelets, ruby eardrops and diamond ones, jewelled rings, and a slim gold tiara set with rubies and diamonds. Last of all was a gold hilted dagger with a ruby in the pommel. All of it came in a red leather case with gold chasing, and rested on black velvet cushions.
Izzy's gift to the princess, borne by servants, were two casks of the Arbor's finest vintages, one red and one gold, and two silver goblets emblazoned with the dragon of House Targaryen to match.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 17:18:19 GMT -5
Sighing as she entered the hall, Lyssandra made her way to her people's table quietly. She did not wear anything special besides her trusted sword (if nobles are allowed weapons). It would be an evening of unparalleled sycophancy, of this she was sure. Lyssandra certainly did not want any part of it. The thought made her stomach sick. Prince Evan took his place standing behind his sister. "It will be over soon", he whispered to her,"then we can leave.. I should have come myself. I know how you do not care for all of this, Lyssa."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 6, 2013 22:44:45 GMT -5
Donnel Royce arrived with his cohort of young Vale knights and lords. Joking and laughing to themselves, they made their way to the side of the grand hall. Many eyed the young ladies that passed by, but Donnel only had eyes for the Princess and her royal entourage.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 5:44:40 GMT -5
Tynian Lannister arrived with his sellsword Mellar Joharis behind him, dressed in their finery, though Mellar's clothes appeared borrowed from someone a little thinner across the chest than he was.
Tynian handed the Queen an ancient leather-bound book, written in High Valryian, called "The Rise of New Valyria" which was an early account of the Dragonstone Targaryens and their vassals following the Doom of Old Valryia written by Gaemon the Glorious, son of Aenar Targaryen and was a rather prophetic foretelling of the conquest of Westeros, under the guise of re-establishing the Valyrian Empire in the West.
"I am at your service, your Grace" he bowed as he handed it over.
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Post by Erik on Oct 7, 2013 18:12:04 GMT -5
Lord Commander Rickon Stark stood behind the Queen, keeping an eye on those showing their fealty.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 4:21:48 GMT -5
Jennalynn stood among the ladies-in-waiting, having been there for some time now, smiling toward the men and women that came up toward the Queen to swear their fealty. She was dressed in a deep red satin gown with black lace and around her neck there was a silver necklace with a large onyx hanging from it. She gave most of the men coming forward a quick glance, though her eyes stayed a little longer as Lord Gwayne came forward to offer the Queen the gifts of House Hightower.
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Post by Marie on Oct 8, 2013 5:29:37 GMT -5
Gwayne saw the girl smiling at him. He returned the smile, briefly, but his attention was mostly for his queen.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 8, 2013 5:53:25 GMT -5
Lord Oswyn entered the coronation feast with his father, his wife curiously absent. Also absent is his cane, having foregone it. He walked confidently, though with the occasional grimace of pain, bowing low before the queen beside Lord Sammael.
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Post by Sam on Oct 8, 2013 12:10:07 GMT -5
Behind Oswyn came a number of servants, bearing the queen's gifts. First, was a statuette in the likeness of a three-headed dragon, sitting with its wings folded but heads outstreched and jaws opened in soundless roars. It was about two feet tall, and seemingly sculpted from a single block of a reddish irridescent metal. As two burly men struggled to carry it on a small platform between them, onlookers realized that the thing must have been made of red-gold, solid all the way through to be so heavy. The dragon's eyes were black pearls, as were its claws and horns, as well as the spines on its back.
Another pair of servants followed, bearing between them a large chest which, when opened, revealed dozens of bolts of fine cloth, silks and velvets from Slaver's Bay, linen from the Summer Isles, as well as cloth-of-gold and cloth-of-silver, enough of all of them for the young Queen to comission two dozen of the finest gowns ever seen in King's Landing.
Lord Baratheon rose from his bow as the gift-bearers came forward. "The Stormlands are ever at your grace's service, as we have been for your grace's ancestors since the Conquest. Despite my good-daughter's fine eye for gowns, we suspected that you grace might prefer to comission them herself," he added with a smile. Indicating behind him, he drew the Queen's gaze to a groom that stood outside the Hall with the third gift. A palfrey of pure white stood docilely, on long legs that appeared spindly at first glance, but belied a calm strength. "The finest Stormlands stock, bred with Sand Steeds from across the Red Mountains. She'll not do your grace wrong, and we hope that your grace will be pleased by these gifts."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 8, 2013 12:32:37 GMT -5
Teirney entered the feast, dressed in a splendid gown that combined silver, gold, and crimson on a watery material that seemed to meld into her skin without ever appearing unseemly. Delicate rubies glinted in her hair and from her ears and around her slender neck, but here eyes were the hardest of all her lavish ornaments. There was a hard edge to her mouth that was not often found there, and even while her motions were still, she emanated an air of violent restlessness that could culminate in an explosion at any moment. She was wroth to be here—but Mother had insisted. How could she not attend the Coronation of her own Queen and friend?
Teir’s gaze landed upon Rose for a fleeting second before flitting away, disgruntled. Well, how could she tell her mother that she and Rose weren’t exactly “friends.” A houseplant had more spine and compelling conversation to offer than that girl. And there was her little insufferable friend, that Royce girl—always falling over herself to follow Rose around like a discarded puppy—how pathetic. The two of them together in the same room was enough to make her run screaming the other direction, but today, especially—today was not a cheerful day for Teirney Lannister. Today, she would bow and scrape as Rose Targaryen ascended the Throne instead of Damon, and then watch as she stole from Teir the title of Queen that had already practically been hers. It was just grating!
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