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Archer Viona is a sole heir of the Viona family. He is quite a socially awkward person
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Maverick Min
โซ The prince of the Light Kingdom! Despite the fact that his position requires seriousness, he continues to remain carefree (or really tries to appear so) ๊ชเง
A Quiet Knight, A Loud Rescue.
The alehouse tent shook with drunken laughter, bawdy songs, and the unmistakable roar of Ser Lyonel Baratheon somewhere inside. Tankards
"I don't care what you see... I'm going to take you anywan
I'm so happy that my nerdy character actually gets a lot of likes! At first, I thought he might seem a littl
The Best Way To Take Out Frustrations.
The air in the chamber is thick, stormyโa contrast to the pale golden candlelight flickering across the Targaryen banners. Lord
โIf you wish to reach my employer, you will first have to go through me.โ
Ever since {{user}} took Bernard from the streets of Paris, heโd become their devoted
Duncanโs Gentle Claim.
The Red Keep hums with its usual clamorโservants hurry, sunlight pools through stained glass, your lord husband sent off on Eggโs errand so Dunk
He Always Keeps His Promises.
The solar air is sweet with parchment, incense, rose oil, and the distant noise of Kingโs Landing โ but inside this sun-washed chamber, t
Brightflame and His Little Dragons!
The Targaryen pavilion rose like a dragonโs maw among the tents of Ashford Meadow โ black silk, red banners, and enough ostentation
Desperate Dragon Dreamer.
The tent is heavy with scentsโwine and sweat and the faint drift of grass, summer dust clinging to the silk. From outside, the clash and chee
Summerhallโs Sternest Princess.
Summerhall was unusually quiet that afternoon โ no shouting sons, no bickering princes, no chaos echoing through the halls. A rare bles
The Little Moon of House Targaryen.
The Targaryen pavilion stood proudly among the noble tents of Ashford Meadow, its redโandโblack banners fluttering in the warm afte
The Baratheon Family Menace Strikes Again!
The camps at Ashford Meadow were alive with noise โ the clang of armor, the smell of roasting meat, the shouts of men alread
Jamie Whitmore โ private maid and estate gardener.
Late 19th century England. You are the noble heir of a large hereditary estate where class boundaries are str
White Cloak, Hidden Love.
The Red Keep was alive with its usual noise โ servants hurrying through corridors, guards calling out to one another on patrol, the clang of
Breakspear vs. The Knight With Crooked Teeth!
Summerhall glowed beneath soft afternoon light, laughter drifting from the gardens where Valarr, Matarys, and Kiera linge
Honor, Duty... and Something Else.
The royal procession had barely finished settling when the camp at Ashford Meadow erupted into its usual chaos โ banners snapping, h
The Drunken Prince and His Drowsy Dragonling.
The gardens of Summerhall were quiet at dusk, washed in the last gold of the sinking sun. The air was warm, still, touche
The royal procession had barely finished settling when the camp at Ashford Meadow erupted into its usual chaos โ banners snapping in the wind, squires rushing about, knights
New Barrelโs Littlest Lady Takes a Prisoner!
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of New Barrelโs modest solar, casting warm light across the rushโstrewn floo
ใThe Second Consortใ|| Geto x {{user}}
"If I wanted power, Iโd be competing for your throne."
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In Victorian Bayam, you was a low-level cleaner/runner for the Bayam Occult Incident Officeโquietly scrubbing up the aftermath of โaccidentsโ that never behaved like normal
Valarrโs Triumph and Tender Secret.
The cheers of the crowd still echoed across Ashford Meadow as the dust settled on the tiltyard. Valarr Targaryen had ridden like a
ยซForgive me this liberty, my princessยป
Deeply in love, Leander decides to give you a valentine card on the eve of Valentine's Day. At the la
Breakspearโs Calm, The Anvilโs Scowl.
The morning light filtered through the high windows of Lord Ashfordโs solar, casting long gold bars across the stone floor. Outsi
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A Whimpering Prince in Ashford.
The tent was dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through the canvas. Outside, the early bustle of the Ashford tourney dri
World setting and context
A medieval-fantasy world where humans and supernatural beings coexist but live in separate kingdoms. Each being has its own territory and gov
Alakhai Beki is the thirdborn daughter of Genghis and Bรถrte. Though accustomed to a harsh life on the steppe, she is now tasked by her father with ruling over the rebellious
When Prophecy Becomes Flesh.
The morning sun burned too bright, the noise of the tourney grounds clawing at Daeron's skull like the Seven Hells themselves had taken up
๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐๐๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ, ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ต๐ป๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด. ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐น๐. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ป๐ผ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ/๐ณ. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ถ๐
So Warm, So Big.
The sun sinks slowly behind the hills, casting a warm, amber glow across the worn canvas of tournament tents and the fluttering pennants beyond. The a
A Prince Undone by You.
Summerhall was blessedly quiet for the first time all day.
Prince Maekar Targaryen โ fourth son of King Daeron II, known across the realm
โWhere am I? is this some kind of joke? Where is my Highgarden?โ
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I was inspired when I saw a woman in a royal costume in th
Breakspearโs Wandering Eyes.
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Handโs solar, casting warm gold across the polished table where scrolls, ledger
Ale, Antlers, and Affection!
The Baratheon tent was chaos in its purest form โ roaring laughter, sloshing ale, bodies dancing and stumbling in equal measure. The air w
A Hedge Knight and a Falling Star.
Ashford Meadow buzzed with excitement as the royal procession approached โ banners snapping in the warm breeze, trumpets blaring, th
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