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

S er T amir Y ronwood F Noting the guffaw burst of laughter tantamount to the riposte of a fencer advocated none of the solemnity in the room by the barbarous Ser Desmund Santagar, Advertising his obscure humor to the inner turmoil imploding candidly around Syn's ominous gaze at him. Unscrupulous, well-nigh impassive amidst the theatrics was the placid Qartheen. Jaunty arse is too consumed by avarice , practically fawning with subtle gawking over how to capitalize on the misfortunes of the Yronwoods. Happenstance might require one like him drowning in pragmatic for years as a Sellsword cutthroat. Vayon remained conserved in the room as handmaidens and other small folk slowly dissipated from such abhorrent tragedy before the sun fully greeted them. Judging from the wrath emulating in her expressions, Tamir anticipated retaliation for his frail endeavor to weaponize that bold statement. Shiitt, dear sister really vying for control. Cooperation spared this dilemma festering into more. . Either you are bemused or its blatant denial of history. Funny how you flaunt our father's tradition as the Rhoynar themselves weren't passed such selfless behavior. Elaena Targaryen and though I detest the illustration itself was the sister and .... wife to Aegon Targaryen whom 'jointly' ruled Dragonstone. I apologize if I yearn to significantly quell potential infighting or feelings of envy, prompting a cooperative effort. Fabrications spiraled from his wily tongue easier than the loose tits of a whore hunting for nobility. If his audacious sister regarded any truth hoods from Tamir it was how sagacious her fellow twin was towards brandishing knowledge like a warrior whose conquests were stacked by the number of carcasses from skirmishes or exquisite secrets those who jape at the capabilities of one versed in espionage. Alarming was relinquishing everything in his very presence, underestimating one's integrity over this brewing feud and what drastic measures the prince would utilize to safeguard any discrediting information. Mimicry at its finest a few distinguishing nobles and knights wholly swore allegiance similarly to him. Whether it served ideals striking closer to the Andals where traditional values adhered as skewed support of him abolishing the Dornishman's ways, economical alignment where experiences often decreed how many golden dragons littered their pockets. Painting a perplexed delineation was witnessing the rancorous seaborne turned knight resting his right knee to Tamir, both parties acknowledging the elusive dealings of the past. Lord Ulwyck of House Dayne pursues forward, regulating others of notes to slowly equate to his sister. Regardless others were in the middle of the fermenting chaos, gauging sides akin to a well-placed bet at a tourney. Seething at her discussion with the Maester, he sunken his teeth into his tongue to suppress the urge to combatant her, instead opting to fume in silence without saying a word as the name Arianna Dryner soured his mood as he slowly left to return to his studies. Preparations will need to be made, passed our feeble egos Father needs a proper funeral and with it a day of remembrance for all he has done. Only appropriate for Arianna to resurface despite the tragic undertones. I bid all the lords farewell. We can discuss more on father later, Syn. Maintaining aloofness placed strained tremendous stress on nerves even of his caliber, commanding enough energy to dissipate from the room of vipers including regrettable one's fellow kin. Gawking, taunting, spreading gossip none weighed heavily on significance with encasing the mind in books, documents, and other machinations those blessed with stupidity weren't harassed until sleep became a skirmish. By now even his bastard cousin would submerge himself on the note delivered in a discreet location, a plan months or years in the planning potentially warranting extra steps.