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Feb 13 2018, 02:19 AM
[Set in 300 AC, before Alea moved to Summerhall, before her wedding to Valarr]
It was a beautiful evening. The moon had appeared in the sky but the sun hadn't quite set yet, the sky a beautiful shifting shade of purple, red and yellows. The halls were quiet as always, except for the steps of the servants and the swish of expensive fabric on the floor. The steps were quick as they headed down the many stairs to below, to where the kitchen and other staff were cleaning up for the night, and sending out meals and preparing wine in jugs for the rest of the Lannisters that would call for it. But it was fairly empty, save for a few figures drifting around the place.
The swishing of expensive fabric and skirts, mixed with small heels clicked down the stone steps and a golden head peered around the corner. a swirling shift of pale purple and grey followed after her as she walked into the kitchen and headed towards the strong looking man who stood by the fire as he finished telling a few boys to take the scraps out to the pigs for feeding. He was strong and intimidating, but Cook Boyde was more than that - he was an artist and proud of his work and loyal to the Lannisters. He was bald, with a singed blond beard and matching bushy eyebrows. "And don't give any of those scraps to the Black and white one! We are slaughtering him tomorrow!" He shouted after the boys before the pale swirls of fabric caught his eyes and he whirled around to look into the equally purple eyes of Alea Lannister staring up at him.
"Hello, Boyde." She said with a grin on her lips, and his eyes set hard and his arms crossed. "Lady Alea," He sighed, shaking his head. "You know you shouldn't be down here. His Grace doesn't like his family down here." He stated firmly, eyes not moving from Alea and she only looked at him with her shining eyes, full of life and mischief at the same time.
"I know, but I was hoping for some Lavender Cakes. I know you have some set aside for the guests in a few days - I was hoping I might have a few tonight? And a jug of Rose wine.' She said with a grin at him, and she could see the resolve crumbling before her eyes. He sighed deeply, and Alea stepped forward with a tiny step. "I wish to savor what I can - Please, Boyde?"
The tall man sighed deeply, and nodded, turning his back to her. "Alright, but you stay down here to finish it - I don't need his grace knowing you were wondering around with wine and cake." He knew how sweet her tooth had become since her impending betrothal. She always seemed to be asking for something with honey in it. Now was no exception. "I hope it is only you two tonight. I don't need anyone else coming down here."
Alea blinked. Anyone else? She turned her head and a grin crossed her lips as she saw a golden head at one of the tables with a goblet of wine nestled in his hand and a jug beside him. Tyrion. She hadn't seen her half-brother for some time - he always seemed to be hiding away, and she was the one to go search him out. But he had always been a comforting presence - one that fed her craving for knowledge and stories. Alea knew very few people who she thought were as intelligent and witty as him. Even if no one would ever admit it, least of all himself.
She moved over to him with a spring in her step and she settled beside him on the bench. "I had wondered where you have been. I should have guessed you might be down here. I'm glad I didn't have to look for you when we have guests - I don't know if I would have seen you before I left."
Aleas words reminded her that in a few weeks time she would leave with the Targaryens and leave for the Red Keep, before traveling to the Stormlands with Valarr where she would be married and become a Princess. She looked forward to the journey but was fearful of the future and the responsibilities she would soon have.
"Will you have a Lavender Cake with me? I am sure that Boyde wouldn't mind sharing. Besides - who knows when we will have more of these talks. You are coming with me to Summerhall, aren't you?" Her eyes shifted from Boyde who brought over the cakes and jug of wine before setting a goblet before her and poured her only a little bit, before her eyes turned back towards Tyrion once more.
Jan 27 2018, 01:36 AM
The young servant who was hurrying down the hall towards the young woman as she headed towards one of the apartments to clean would normally know better. A servant never would bring attention to herself, or even call out to another like this. But when Sara had been down in the kitchen, the most peculiar experience occurred, one to cause the servants' heart to stop and hurry to find the young woman.
Sara had been mending clothes when a figure dressed in black with hair like golden silk had headed down to the servants quarters. Everyone rose quickly and curtsied, as one of the other servants, fearfully, took her down into a room where Allara was staying. The room's air was sucked out as everyone inhaled sharply at the sound of a small baby crying, and the Princess stared into the room and walked in slowly. "You may leave." She had said, and the door was shut behind her. Sara had dropped everything to hurry out, knowing that Allara had gone to change the linens in some of the royal apartments.
"Allara-" Sara panted as she came to the young woman, eyes wide. "Its Duncan-" She started, gripping her arm. "Princess Alea is with him now."
When Alea had seen Allara entering Valarr's room, her body slim and devoid of the round stomach she had months previously, Alea knew that she had had the baby. The little thing that had come into her world as an upstart, taking away the chance of giving Valarr his firstborn child. A son, no less. Alea had walked in slowly, moving towards the baby's crib and looked inside. Her heart twisted in her chest sharply, and she reached down and gently touched the cheek with a small finger. Her eyes softened as she reached inside, pulling them out and opening the cloth, looking down at the baby, noticing everything about them. Valarr and Allara had created a beautiful baby boy. Alea bit back a tear as she swaddled him back and held him gently in her arms. The door was opened because Alea was very aware that someone would be running to reach Allara.
Because a Lannister obviously couldn't be trusted with a bastard.
But Alea wasn't a Lannister anymore. She was a dragon, and she was not her sister. Alea held the babe in her arms and she sat in the rocking chair that was provided in the room, her arms holding the babe so gently and carefully, rocking and she began to hum quietly to the babe.
She could hear the quickening footsteps and she didn't look up once she felt the presence in the door. She hummed quietly, her fingers moving to pull the blanket back from the baby's face. "Close the door, will you, Allara?" She asked, not looking up.
To the outsider, it was very obvious to see that Alea was meant for motherhood. She held the baby just perfectly, and with the gentle look of longing in her face, it was clear to see that Alea wanted nothing more than for the baby in her arms to be hers.
"He is beautiful." she said quietly, rocking in the chair before her purple gaze finally looked up at the mother of the boy. Alea's eyes had never looked so brilliant, and yet so sad.
"What have you named him?" she asked, symantics really. She knew the name of the baby, but she wanted to hear it from Allara. "I was surprised that I had to see you with my own eyes before I heard you gave birth. Once again, it seems, news of great magnitude failed to reach me."
Jan 26 2018, 02:19 PM
His Highness is too sick to be seen, Your Highness. He will not keep down food or water, and we fear that he may be contagious. Only a few Maesters are allowed to see him. I'm sorry - We can't put your life at risk to see him. " DRESS
It has been the same fight that Alea had been having for days now. Ever since Valarr had returned from the war he had been quarantined away from everyone else. She desperately wished to see him - had tried to have guards moved and force her way into his rooms - but she had been bared at every turn. No matter how much emotion she showed or tears she shed or forcefulness she attempted to show, nothing worked. She was barred from her husband.
Princess Alea was more worried about her husband than any of her other good-siblings, or even her king. She knew that Valarr wouldn't want her to see him in such a state - which was perhaps the entire reason he had barred her from seeing him. She would have perhaps been clammier if she knew who else was barred from him, or if she didn't know who wasn't. Because once she knew who was allowed to see her husband, Alea felt the rage boiling inside her chest in a way that hadn't been experienced since she discovered that Tyrion was responsible for her father's death.
Alea would wake and have breakfast before going down and attempting to see her husband, waiting outside his doors or in a nearby room to receive word of his recovery. She had done this for days. Alea, tired and anxious, had been exiting the study nearby when she saw a servant carrying a bowl into Valarr's sick room. Last time she had seen her, she had been eight months pregnant. Now, slim and back to her old self, Allara had snuck herself under the guise of a simple maidservant into her husband rooms, where Alea wasn't allowed to follow. Rage boiled inside her chest at the realization that not only had she given birth and had not been told, but Val's whore had now taken her position back as a maidservant and was working in the castle - able to sneak in and see her husband to once again grip his heart in her hand.
Alea's eyes were burning as she witnessed Allara leave into Valarr's room. She was swift to move to the door, where she was once again halted by the guards. Sympathetic eyes looked down at her and Alea felt the hurt and anger once more swell in her breast like a raging torrent. "Am I to understand that the servant girl may enter into my husband's room, but I may not be by his side as he heals?" she demanded, before the guards, hesitantly, looked to one another. They were doing their orders, and who would expect a servant of anything but just doing their job?
Alea whirled from them, eyes fixed ahead as her own guards followed after her. If she was going to be barred by her husband's maesters than she would go to the person who they bowed to.
She was swift, her heeled boots clicking against the ground in such a steady and sure manner that others could hear them as she approached. People parted as a flurry of crimson red and black night fluttered around the Joy of the West, her hair long and lose, flying behind her like a golden wave as she approached the apartments of the king. She looked at the guards who stood there, his guard ready and protective of their king.
"I must speak to His Majesty. Please let him know its urgent." She said, her voice sure, but still held the gentle notes that Alea always had. Their princess always had been a sweet and gentle soul, so to see her in any other sort of state was unlike her. One of the guards entered the apartment and pulled aside one of the boys to inform the King that the Princess Alea had arrived and needed to speak with him urgently.
Alea was impatient but poised as she stood outside the door of the King's rooms, before the door opened and she was allowed entrance. She waved off her own guard, leaving them outside with the others as she entered into the room, and, upon seeing the king, moved deeply into a curtsy before him, her eyes downcast, afraid that they might be red from tears. She was also worried about the wound she had suffered while the royal family had been across the sea. Her cheek was still tender, yellowing bruises across the high point of her left cheek and slightly above into her eyebrow, her lip had healed, and there was a faint mark along the lower right side. Her nose had been sparred any sort of outward damage that could be seen, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt every so often. But had a lesser man seen her, it would have been assumed that she was beaten by her husband. If only they knew that it was her heart, not her body, that was hurt by him.
"Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty. I would not bring you my problems if I could help it. I have no one else to turn to." She said, her eyes filling with tears as she gently reached a hand to wipe them away and she looked up at him, her hair falling in a graceful curtain on either side of her face. Even though she felt ready to burst, she still looked radiant and lovely as her title of Joy of the West would suggest. "I am in need of your help and advice." her breath caught in her throat, choking down more emotions that threatened to reveal themselves.
Nov 16 2017, 07:54 PM
I know it seems like "Solace is leaving us AGAIN?" well...yes. I am. Just for a week.
I will be driving with one dearest friend to Arizona for Thanksgiving with the Grandmother, and my folks, and some friends. The Internet is terrible there, and also, last time I was with my family and my grandmother it was a shit show. I'm making sure that there isn't a v.2 of that experience.
So I'm probably not going to be touching my computer for a week, from Monday the 20th until Saturday the 25th (when I return).
I will be handwriting some replies, though, to keep my mind going and so I don't go completely insane.
I will be snap-chatting a lot. look for me there.
Don't miss me too much <3 Love you bunches. See you soon
This effects Alea Targaryen, Beth Cassel and Mellario Martell
Oct 29 2017, 05:22 PM
It had been a beautiful day.
The cold was biting, not to the point of discomfort, but it could be felt with a particularly violent gust of air. Especially on the back of a horse galloping apace among the Kingswood. When the morning had come it had been quiet and peaceful, so much so that Alea had asked her lady in waiting to get a boy down to the stables and saddle her horse for her so she could go riding. With most of her family flying across the sea to fight and bring fire and blood onto their enemies, she stayed behind as a sort of figurehead, one of the princesses staying to bring hope and support to King's Landing and to Westeros. Though she was a princess by marriage, she was a princess no less, and she helped in whatever way she could for the war efforts. Even if it was passing out alms after visiting the Great Sept, or giving food to the needy. What was spared could be spared for boost in moral.
The city was almost eerily quiet this morning The air was just cool enough to warrant a heavier riding coat without the added protection of a cloak, though a hood was added to add protection over her golden hair which was braided and pinned into place top her head. The black and red riding coat and dress kept her warm as she left with her escort from the palace and through the city to the Kings Road, leading to the great Kingswood. It was quiet, even for the sound of hooves against the cold hard ground. There was a chattering of birds, the sounds of rustling leaves and the chattering of small woodland animals, but other than that, Alea found it exciting as she did unnerving. How thrilling to be so utterly alone within nature? Her thrill for travel and exploration had only been tempered some what by her marriage. She had to be content with staying within Kings Landing for such a long period of time. However - her soul still sung for traveling across the Seven Kingdoms, to see the world across the Narrow Sea and beyond. Alea had to be content with the celebrations she would travel to, the exploration she got through that. Though with the King's newest marriage, she wondered if there was
The guard stayed back from her as she galloped ahead, her body moving with the horse as she began to gain quiet a bit of distance from her protectors. It was only when she could feel a particularly cold breeze that she began to slow down her horse, and eventually stopped. Looking back, she realized she couldn't hear the pounding of hooves, or anything except the life in the woods. Alea sighed quietly, realizing that she had lost the guards. They would probably be back where they entered, or one of them would be searching for her. "Well, Lann, I didn't think we were going that fast."
She murmured to her horse. The golden gelding pawed the ground, his head dipping down to sniff the ground, uninterested in his riders worries and more interested in the wood. Alea sighed quietly looking back around them before she pulled the reigns to her and turned them around.
Their pace was slower, a leisurely walk as they headed back the way they came in hopes to meet up with her guard. However, once they reached the beginning, she was rather surprised to only find one of her guard waiting for her, and seeming anxious at her arrival. "I'm glad you are safe, Your Highness. We couldn't find you, but Ser Rowland assured that you would return here if we were to lose you in the forest."
The knight said, and Alea nodded. It should have been a moment of chastisement, but things had been rather calm in the woods. Everyone had been pulled into the army, and no one was on the roads these days. Bandits had all but left the woods these days for better pickings. "Your Highness, there seems to be some trouble back at the city. A rider came from the Lord Commander to ask us back, and Ser Rowland has gone ahead of us to assist. We should hurry back."
Ser Howlan, a young man who was usually assigned to the princess while she was in Kings Landing was quick to speak to the princess once she didn't object. Alea looked rather surprised at his urgency, but Alea nodded. "Of course, I understand, Let us return."
As they headed back towards the castle, it was Alea's turn to try and keep up. The knight's horse was being pushed to head back, and Alea, while she was keeping pace, knew that Lann was already tired from his previous exertion. But she kept up as best as she could - and she could see smoke in the distance as they approached the walls of the city. There was loud noise coming from the inside, from the cities walls and deep within. Alea looked rather startled as she approached Ser Howlan's side. "What is happening?"
She asked, seeing people flee on foot or at least getting away from whatever chaos was happening inside. She knew that the safest place would be inside the Keep, and the Knights of the guard knew ways to keep her safe. But as they approached, two men - one seemed familiar to the princess - came and spoke something to Ser Howlan that she couldn't quiet make out. "I'm glad Rowland sent you."
He said, turning to the princess. "Your Highness, there is a riot within the city. We must get you to safety at once. Lord Hendry Bracken will escort you to safety. I must assist Ser Rowland, and his squire will take back your horse."
He was quick, and Alea thought there was too much coming at her to quiet process. However, before she could truly complain, she was being lifted off her horse and onto the ground, while her Gelding was then mounted by the young squire and the two left back into the city, leaving her and this Hendry Bracken alone. "What is happening?"
She said to the lord rather quickly, turning around, her golden hair still pinned in place by the hood, but it was obvious that she was of noble blood among those running away. "Lord Bracken, is it? What is going on? where are we going?"
Alea did not appreciate being treated so swiftly like an errant child, when she was a princess and a wife to one of the Princes of the Seven Kingdoms, and more mature than that. Being swiftly removed from her horse and being told what to do was not how a princess was to be treated. COAT/DRESS (imagine a matching gray hood)