Thread: Paper Swords & Thorny Roses [Sanoci x Fruit] {GoT}

S er T amir Y ronwood F Interpreting this inefficient event as one invoked through as a temporary deterrent to quell the rumors of civil war awaiting the House of Yronwood. People often their condoles, finding this degree of counterfeit emotion just dreary masking the disappointment the late Anders Yronwood would confess had he still linger in some manifestation. Petty ambitions from his sister tired him, practically yearning to strip his crowd and defuse everything without incumbrance overtaking it. Farewell father, and I am sorry for what transpires , that sentiment stirring intensely with forethought of the ordeals awaiting the masses and the pieces to the Cyvasse board whether or not they were cogent of what was manifesting around their country. Skirting passed the presence of Syn, shifting to a sculpture of stoicism almost uncanny even throughout the funeral. A subtle quirk brandished during even his youth, Tamir alighment towards common behavior became a void while deep in thought. Many were signs father predicted eventually to nefarious deeds at work. Try as he must, no one was above being read like a book some more complex than others as he left the facility sickened by mockery of his life to be gift wrapped to the Sept. ------------------------------------------------------- Camouflaged in the skins of normality was a gaunt figure in a billowing cloak of dun-and-yellow sandsilk. Copper skin pressed onto the homey velvet tunic lacking sleeves to combat the scorching sun slightly. A prominent limp did nothing to help his travel in the halls, frantic in his search for someone in Castle Yronwood. Reluctance to allow him entry almost came to blows according to the status of anarchy occurring in Dorne, lobbying cooperation with a sealed piece of parchment with the signet of Yronwood stamped into the wax. A wretched looking entity barely worth a silver stag, let alone a measly copper star with fractured yellow teeth, balding head and a face like a infant with no visible facial hair. Guards patrolled the rooms of the feuding siblings without respite, practically nations divided by the confine of this very castle by reflection. Foregoing pleasantries, he gawked at the pair of soldiers keeping the dwelling of Tamir Yronwood secured. Gulping out of a nervous tick, a raspy tone escaped his arid lips at the men in attendance. I am Unai Jarvus, the rightful heir seeks my presence. , presenting the classified document for verification. After a few moments of thoroughly checking his person for weapons, Unai was released and allowed entry. Sluggishly moving to the table where the young man frequented, he stood still before any leeway was afforded for him to proceed closer. The scorching sands of Dorne are unforgiving! Unforgiving, but it combats the winds of winter longer than most! Splendid, come closer! Tamir did not trust the presence of this enigma in human flesh, knowing the origins of the face staring at him like measuring his worth or maybe that was paranoia festering since dear Syn viewed the title of Bloodroyale more substantial to peace in the ensuring aftermath of House Martell's demise. The cloaked man surrendered the document to him, shredding the seal and reading the content behind it. Keeping composure over the emotions yearning to strike like a viper on heat, Tamir glanced at the mysterious courier before reaching for a coin purse of a hefty quantity. I did what you wrote for the milk mother, even the touch up during my time here to leave personal effects from Lord Ulwyck to link him to the quicken demise of your father. Unusual request not to sully our hands, but I ensured it done. , he slowly paced out from the facilities with expressionless hues drawn from him. Counting the Golden Dragons were unnecessary, trusting that cheating a servant of death was most foolhardy just for petty greed. They would be in contact, but by another alias similar to a snake shedding skin. Once clear from civilization, he peeled his face demostrating a more youthful appearance with none of the characteristics of Unai Jarvus old petty beggar from the city no one would miss.