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Post by oznerol on Aug 3, 2020 3:34:32 GMT -5
Trystsane dismounted, the only surviving son of Doran Martell having grown tall, gangly, and awkward. His formerly round face had been stretched thin and his straight black hair was now scraped back and tied neatly behind his head in a knot. Olive and smooth skinned with prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose, the Prince looked rather like his uncle at the same age, though whilst the Red Viper was prickly and saturnine his nephew was bright eyed and quick to smile. He wore lamellar scales of polished bronze that glinted even in the dying winter sun. From his hip hung a sheathed sabre, the pommel gilded and encrusted with several gemstones, the castle-forged steel resting in a patterned leather sheath. ”Lord Willas, I am honoured.” Trystane bowed graciously before moving to the wheelhouse and aiding Margaery herself from the horse drawn vehicle that had bore her and her household from Sunspear to Highgarden. ”Safe and sound, my Lord, now that the passages through the marches are clear and the paths through the Red Mountains have been made safe for travel.” Garlan had arrived slightly late to the welcome, as he was promenading around when the Martell had arrived, by his wife's arm. "Sister!"Garlan reached for her youngest sibling and raised her with both hands from the floor. He was twice as broader and stronger than the young Trystane.
"I'm glad to see you returned. I would have crossed the whole country to get you back. I feared they would not return you to us"He said. Tyrell was wearing a lavish green gown, with long cut sleeves. Lady Tyrell, his wife, was among the ladies present, a beauty to behold, but veiled by sadness and loss.
"You're Doran's son. My condolences, he ruled for many decades fairly"Margaery embraced her older brother tightly. The last few years had been the most horrifying in her life, and it brought her great comfort to finally be back home with her family. Seven curse the Iron Throne, she wanted no part of it any longer! "Oh Garlan, how I've missed you!" Said Garlan, reassuring his sister.
"Grandmother was anxious to have you back to us"They were still missing Loras, who happened to be in the enemy's clutches, quite wrongly. But Tyrell could do nothing save wait. "Yes, Lord Trystane, let you be entertained and hosted by my husband and kin, you cannot leave without a taste of Highgarden's hospitality, even if that doesn't ring true to a Dornishman"Said Garlan's fair-haired and sweet wife, after she had kissed her sister-in-law and interwined her arm with that of her husband.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 3, 2020 17:21:53 GMT -5
”I would be glad to, my lords and ladies. I would be most grateful for your hospitality.” The youth was courteous and well spoken, the Dornish lilt still ever present in his speech. The Princeling hesitated a little in the presence of Ser Garlan, a mixture of awe and intimidation at being in the presence of the man that slew Euron Crow’s Eye in single combat. Every young knight dreamed of the glories he had won, even in Dorne. ”My sister wishes for a renewed peace and friendship between our houses, with past enmities to be forgotten so that we might both prosper.” They were words from another mouth, simply parroted by the messenger. Trystane had been kept cloistered away from the affairs of the mighty, even as his sweet Princess had been maimed and declared a bastard because of it. Thus he was chosen to deliver Margaery back to Highgarden, so that he might not cause trouble when his beloved was inevitably handed over to the Iron Throne. It had been a bitter draught to swallow.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 4, 2020 3:12:09 GMT -5
”I would be glad to, my lords and ladies. I would be most grateful for your hospitality.” The youth was courteous and well spoken, the Dornish lilt still ever present in his speech. The Princeling hesitated a little in the presence of Ser Garlan, a mixture of awe and intimidation at being in the presence of the man that slew Euron Crow’s Eye in single combat. Every young knight dreamed of the glories he had won, even in Dorne. ”My sister wishes for a renewed peace and friendship between our houses, with past enmities to be forgotten so that we might both prosper.” They were words from another mouth, simply parroted by the messenger. Trystane had been kept cloistered away from the affairs of the mighty, even as his sweet Princess had been maimed and declared a bastard because of it. Thus he was chosen to driver Margaery back to Highgarden, so that he might not cause trouble when his beloved was inevitably handed over to the Iron Throne. It had been a bitter draught to swallow. Said Garlan.
"I will gladly renew the friendship between our houses, with proper measures to ensure it lasts, but it depends on my lord and brother to do as much. He has the last say as my father's heir"
Tyrell knew this was the lad betrothed to Myrcella, now shunned as a bastard. Poor thing, she and Tommen had been sweet and way better than their monstrous brother, and now they had nothing and no-one, abandoned by all. He hoped Tommen could be recovered, Garlan would even have him as squire and grant him land and castle to live honorably. He had been his brother by marriage, he owed him as much. "Does your sister have anything in mind?"
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 4, 2020 13:33:50 GMT -5
Willas stood in silence, finger tapping the handle of his cane.
"The thoughts of my brother mirror my own. The Reach has suffered and would be open to renewed friendship with Dorne, despite centuries of enmity in the marches. However, what sort of friendship does the Princess have in mind?"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 5, 2020 6:00:17 GMT -5
”I would be glad to, my lords and ladies. I would be most grateful for your hospitality.” The youth was courteous and well spoken, the Dornish lilt still ever present in his speech. The Princeling hesitated a little in the presence of Ser Garlan, a mixture of awe and intimidation at being in the presence of the man that slew Euron Crow’s Eye in single combat. Every young knight dreamed of the glories he had won, even in Dorne. ”My sister wishes for a renewed peace and friendship between our houses, with past enmities to be forgotten so that we might both prosper.” They were words from another mouth, simply parroted by the messenger. Trystane had been kept cloistered away from the affairs of the mighty, even as his sweet Princess had been maimed and declared a bastard because of it. Thus he was chosen to driver Margaery back to Highgarden, so that he might not cause trouble when his beloved was inevitably handed over to the Iron Throne. It had been a bitter draught to swallow. Said Garlan.
"I will gladly renew the friendship between our houses, with proper measures to ensure it lasts, but it depends on my lord and brother to do as much. He has the last say as my father's heir"
Tyrell knew this was the lad betrothed to Myrcella, now shunned as a bastard. Poor thing, she and Tommen had been sweet and way better than their monstrous brother, and now they had nothing and no-one, abandoned by all. He hoped Tommen could be recovered, Garlan would even have him as squire and grant him land and castle to live honorably. He had been his brother by marriage, he owed him as much. "Does your sister have anything in mind?" Willas stood in silence, finger tapping the handle of his cane."The thoughts of my brother mirror my own. The Reach has suffered and would be open to renewed friendship with Dorne, despite centuries of enmity in the marches. However, what sort of friendship does the Princess have in mind?" Trystane hesitated as the questions now turned towards himself. "A friendship sealed with a marriage, my lords. I am... unpromised, and my sister is recently made a widow. We have many cousins that also would make a fine match." Poor Myrcella had been taken away from him, he did not know where. Arianne was cruel when she had to be. Painful longing had slowly worn down into a dull ache deep in his stomach, the knowledge that duty and family came before desire had been a hard lesson to learn.
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 5, 2020 15:00:59 GMT -5
Willas looked at Trystane, eyebrow raised in surprise. It was true that Myrcella had no worth now that she was declared a bastard, but he had not expected the Martells to turn to House Tyrell for a marriage. He pondered for a moment, unsure at first of what to make of the words.
"An unexpected offer, Prince Trystane. While I find the idea of beginning to mend the divide between our houses appealing, I'm not sure that marriage is acceptable. My father was killed in the Kingswood, and Dornish spears were turned against him. Am I to simply forgive and forget such a transgression against my family?"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 5, 2020 15:11:13 GMT -5
"Blood has been shed on both sides, this is true. Several of my kinsmen were slain at the hands of the Lannisters. My father chased revenge, and all it brought was further pain." He remembered Quentyn's bones being returned, charred and black. A father's price for revenge, a hollow victory. Trystane wanted no part in it, vengeance and bloodshed that begat only more of the same. Men followed oaths and blood. Dorne declared for their kin, Tyrell did the same. Those who survive are left to pick up the pieces. "I understand if you were to refuse, my lord, for I know of your grief. But it is a gesture nonetheless of our willingness to put aside past enmities for the good of all. To join our houses would mend the rift between us."
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 7, 2020 13:48:18 GMT -5
Willas found wisdom in the young man's words, despite the smoldering desire for revenge within him.
"The only ones that I can immediately think of who are eligible to marry are my siblings, and I would not force such a decision upon them. Garlan, Margaery, what are your thoughts?"
The Lord of Highgarden turned to his brother and sister, awaiting their response.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 12, 2020 7:19:38 GMT -5
"The decision to marry depends on my sister Margery, who would take her third husband in a few years"
Said Garlan, concerned by the number of misfortunes that had befalled her kin.
"But if so she wishes, she could be spoused by you and bind our fortunes"
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 12, 2020 15:00:54 GMT -5
Margaery stood in silence, deep in thought. She felt like she had been through hell and back, finally breathing free again after returning home. What did she really want now that she could no longer be queen? She was not sure.
"I am sorry my lord, but I cannot give an answer today. I've been away from Highgarden for too long, I need to settle down and mourn the loss of my father together with my family before I can give a proper answer."
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 12, 2020 15:19:22 GMT -5
Trystane bowed his head in answer. ”As you wish, my Lord and Lady. I shall remain in Highgarden for as long as you will have me, but I must soon make for Oldtown on matters of import.”
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 18, 2020 14:46:03 GMT -5
Trystane bowed his head in answer. ”As you wish, my Lord and Lady. I shall remain in Highgarden for as long as you will have me, but I must soon make for Oldtown on matters of import.”
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Post by oznerol on Aug 19, 2020 4:42:30 GMT -5
"My kin in Oldtown will welcome you and aid you if you're in need of anything, ser Trystane"
Said the bulking Tyrell.
"The city will always be open to my friends and kin"
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