#conquest.event2

[cordoleo]

open in lannisport, third day of the westerlands celebration.

grey eyes crosses the stands with avid interest — while the merchants from the riverlands and white harbor were plentiful in their own merch, it seemed that the ones from lannisport wished to raise at that, offering all sort of items: from jewelry to books to weapons to cloths to artcraft, great was the diversity of their goods. "that seems to suit you." she declares to the one next to her, kind smile tugging at her lips and lightening her gaze as it goes from the person to the object they hold.

#conquest.starter #conquest.event2 #* — 𝑳.𝑺.​ : dialogue.

[disrcpairs]

"  those  do  not  go  there,  but  rather  —  "  hands  wrapped  about  the  large  vase  containing  blooms  that  were  her  wife's  favorite,  "  here.  "  the  difference  in  distance  was  but  a  few  steps  that  would  not  have  made  much  difference  if  not  for  under  eleyna's  keen  gaze.  if  there  was  to  be  the  nameday  of  her  wife  for  the  entire  kingdom  to  enjoy  it  would  be  perfect.  if  her  pedantic  nature  got  the  best  of  her  and  she  need  to  make  amends,  the  finishing  touches  herself  ;  so  be  it.  "  thank  you,  dear.  please  line  this  corridor  with  them,  i  wish  to  see  no  empty  spaces.  ah,  and  you.  are  you  in  need  of  direction  ?  there  are  no  answers  to  the  clues  on  this  hall.  " 

open starter : ( 5 / 5 )

#conquest.starter #* ⧼ verbiage ⧽ — 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. #conquest.event2

[bybloods]

lady   marra   of   lys   attends   casterly   rock's   masquerade   ball .

#conquest.event2 #conquest.wardrobe #* filed as : 𝑣. 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 . . . wardrobe .

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @ephiiphanies ) ; day five, evening .

❛ are you ready for tomorrow ? ❜ lips pursed over the rim of her glass, argella spared her sister a fleeting look. since venturing to casterly rock she had been tense, ever watchful and somewhat counterproductively, far too into her wine. the tension throbbed within her temple and her nights were spent tossing and turning ; the only thing that could offer some reprieve being arbor gold. milk of the poppy had been offered by her maester, but argella was not so desperate for sleep that she dared venture down that particular pitfall. ❛ i hear the queen is due to partake as well. ❜ a roll of her eyes accompanied her words. ❛ it seems she is well recovered after her... ❜ a pause for a sip, ❛ ... her scare. ❜

#conquest.event2 #[ 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 ✶ ⠀002 selyse . #i hope this is okay! #alcohol tw #drugs tw

[obsiidians]

open starter ; night 14 ; the masquerade : sanaa plumm

there had been no intentions for sanaa to do more than remain near her young lady and observe, but unfortunately for the knight the duties of a lady in waiting and the appearances of one were outside her realm of comfort. to convince a room full of royals and nobles that she was no more than a minor lady herself she had to try and enjoy herself, or look like it at the very least. that meant smiling, giggling even though she hoped her age excused her more reserved behavior, but it also meant dancing and even though sanaa remembered the steps to a few songs she had not spent a lot of time in those particular lessons and despite her knightly grace and light foot she felt awkward moving her body to the music. she had been reminded she needed to put on a better show after hugging the wall for too long now, moving back into the crowd and attempting a show of shy naivety. "would you mind terribly telling me where you found the material for your clothes? it is so lovely, i find myself almost envious, i couldn't possibly blame you if you'd prefer to keep it a secret." she offered a demure smile to the person she'd chosen to speak to, hoping for a bit of polite comraderie at best.

#⸻ ✧ : 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐀 ┊ ‘ 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ’ #conquest.starter #sanaa : open starter #conquest.event2

[xfulminare]

with jory reed @bybloods

front had been put on for almost all but unease had not faded. the decision had just been made that he would not let his anxiety show this time, it hardly seeming wise to be seen to be a bundle of nerves even though he thought his worries to be well founded. especially since the attack on the queen, leaving him unable to not question the skill of the kingsguard. no one was infallible but some should be above such mistakes or oversights. vague relief was felt that he believed his own guards would do everything in their power. reverie is broken by the sound of footsteps, the light swish of midnight's tail enough to alert him that the one approaching is friend not foe. glance is spared over his shoulder and upon seeing who it was he wondered if his thoughts on security had somehow summoned the one that he would trust with his above all. "you found me then." though in truth he had not been hiding, simply looking for some quiet. "are you ready for the joust?" ghost of a smile flickered over his lips before glance is cast around, unable to halt the question that came next though voice at least lowers. "and everything else is well?"

#the harder the world the fiercer the honour || ned #threads || ned ⨳⬩ #ned ⨳⬩ || jory reed #ned ⨳⬩ || jory reed 01 #conquest.event2

[wendiigone]

day    four    &    @xfulminare    (    edric    stark    ) 

❝    𝐀    𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆,    lord stark,     ❞    a rumbling flat and rote, sounding almost bored, from the lord commander's throat. yet 'tis not embarrassment on his own behalf, bowing out so quickly in the tournament, that illustrates his tone. mere matter-of-fact. glen's rump still smarts, surely, from being tossed about by his own nephew. but all the better that he need not face his brother in the ring. there had been a sympathetic wince when he watched the stark boy flipped over his brother's head; an entire childhood of so-called play flashed through his brain in mere moments. they're both old men, now, but it appears that at least one of them is more than young at heart. there's always been a familiar air about the stark heir—a like-mind, a rarity in all his years. gratifying the younger man with a smile, glen dips his head.  ❝    you do your father proud.    ❞

#xfulminare #conquest.event2 #( * \ threads : from glendon baratheon . ) #( * \ threads : with edric stark . )

[talestold-a]

closed starter for barbrey ryswell on day two, @monarkhes.

on their way back from the lannisport stables, a spot alys has frequented most within their time in the westerlands, the mormont lifts her head and takes in the sights. it is one of their greatest wishes, to travel westeros and see for herself what the world looks like... even if the north will always be a homely comfort. since becoming a squire, they have explored and met more people than they ever thought possible. she even made a handful of friends when taking up residence in winterfell - and as the thought comes to her mind, alys grins from ear to ear upon spotting barbrey. terrible at curtsying and seeing it impossible with riding pants, she bows her head instead. " good afternoon, lady barbrey, " excitement is given away with a slight giggle. " how are you finding the westerlands so far ? i think i wish to get my fortune read... but perhaps it is best not knowing. "

#. ˚ ◞ * alys mormont › thread . #. ˚ ◞ * alys mormont › & barbrey . #conquest.event2 #alys tip tappin her feet at seeing winterfell besties

[forcrowning]

open starter the masquerade ball

sigrid did not think she had ever been to a ball as grand as this before. she had grown up on the decks of ships, and the distant shores of lonely light, with only seals and siblings and shipmates for company. most of her life had been spent in breeches, and yet here she was, draped in pale blue silk, covered in seashells and pearls, her dark hair twisted up behind her head, oddly anonymous between the swell of dancers.

she hung back around the sides of the dance floor, sipping on a cup of wine while the music played. while sigrid was not unable to dance, she was no great talent either, preferring a more private setting for revelries.

“i see i am not the only one in need of a moment away from the dancing,” she said as another masked guest took a seat next to hers.

#sigrid farwynd // starter #sigrid farwynd // conversations #conquest.starter #conquest.event2

[cordoleo]

— — queen joanna lannister for the casterly rock masquerade.

in favor of the masquerade twist of the night, joanna has replaced her usual red and golds by a gown with cloth of velvet in the deepest of purples, true to how regal she is. the bust and shoulders are layered with sheer silk with droplets of amethysts, cut especially for the evening; they also line up the top of her mask, which is otherwise painted with actual gold. her hair has been done up with ringlets, in the fashion she has often worn and has helped popularize over the years.

#conquest.event2 #conquest.wardrobe

[monarkhes-a]

in  the  traditional  style  favored  by  house  rykker,  the  master  of  whisperers  draws  titters  of  her  own  when  she  presents  herself  to  the  guests.  her  mask,  a  delicate  thing  made  of  beaten  gold  and  set  with  rubies,  is  not  dissimilar  to  the  one  worn  by  the  crown  prince  ─  made  by  the  same  goldsmith  in  lannisport,  or  so  it  is  speculated,  though  that  is  where  similarities  end.  dressed  in  a  deep  red  fabric  with  gold  thread  sewn  into  the  brocade  of  her  daring  blouse,  desmera  wears  a  homage  to  their  hosts  on  her  body,  though  hints  of  her  baratheon  loyalties  are  present  in  the  golden  cuff  on  her  wrist  (  sporting  the  embossed  image  of  two  stags  in  battle  )  and  the  golden  crow's  head  on  her  ring  to  symbolize  her  position  on  the  small  council.  

#conquest.wardrobe #conquest.event2 #CONQUESTHQS ⸻ the lions summon . #DESMERA RYKKER ⸻ aesthetics .

[bybloods]

ruling   lady   aemma   grafton   of   gulltown   attends   casterly   rock's   masquerade   ball .

#conquest.wardrobe #conquest.event2 #* filed as : 𝑎. 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏 . . . wardrobe .

[ofhereditas]

#conquest.wardrobe #conquest.event2

[dvnastics]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚   𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧    (   woodland   masquerade   theme   )   .

#[ 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 ✶ ⠀attire . #[ 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 ✶ ⠀edit . #conquest.event2 #its a bit embarrassing how long it took me to decide on a masquerade theme #it's even more embarrassing how long i spent on pinterest #looking at dresses

[disrcpairs]

malina  tyrell  had  to  be  pulled  from  the  various  books  that  she  had  acquired  throughout  the  trip  and  cared  little  to  make  an  appearance  for  the  ball.  after  she  was  promised  to  be  able  to  bring  one  with  her,  she  arrived  slightly  later  than  the  rest  of  house  tyrell  as  she  was  not  yet  dressed  when  they  were.  in  a  pale  lilac  gown  that  has  hints  of  silver  she  has  in  her  possession  a  silver  mask  that  has  already  been  abandoned  in  order  to  read,  which  soon  turned  to  pretending  once  the  betrothal  was  announced  in  order  to  watch  the  room  for  the  parties  involved.

#* ⧼ event ⧽ — 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋. #conquest.wardrobe #conquest.event2

[xfulminare]

with barbrey ryswell @monarkhes

Friendship had been struck years ago through ravens but they had only been united in person in the riverlands. the boat they had shared had been enough to cement the fondness she had already held and so it had only seemed natural that the pair would make time for one another again. the choice of destination had been an obvious one - on of lannisports' many book stores. they had browsed the shelves in amicable silence, pausing occasionally to exchange excited whispers about a particular tome. but the caron had lost herself in the shelves, the rest of the world dimming in the light of her new focus. slowly but surely she had acquired an armful of books, manoeuvring her way through the store until she found who she had arrived with. glance is spare towards her companion through lashes with a sheepish smile, though she suspected lady barbrey was one of the few that would hold no judgement towards her choices. "I could not decide. I fear I have failed my limit so horribly but I cannot decide which to set down."

#something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her || renyse #threads || renyse ✶⋆ #renyse ✶⋆ || barbrey ryswell #renyse ✶⋆ || barbrey ryswell 01 #conquest.event2