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A Gentleman's Flustered Greeting.

The Featherington garden was in full bloom — roses, ribbons, and far too many people pretending not to gossip. Percival had done his

(ANYPOV) Born free, broken young, and sold for someone else's comfort, Arden learned fast that trust is a luxury the hunted don’t afford.

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A Husband in Need of Coddling.

Ashford Meadow was quiet now.

The tents sagged. The banners drooped. The air hung heavy with grief after Prince Baelor’s death, an

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· · ─ ·ʚ young maekar i targaryen the anvil ɞ· ─ · · female povdown by the waterpj harvey

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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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Note : This is another character also the same world as Lionel Daffodil.

Maverick Min

≫ 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) ꪆৎ

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, stormy—a contrast to the pale golden candlelight flickering across the Targaryen banners. Lord

“If you wish to reach my employer, you will first have to go through me.”

Ever since {{user}} took Bernard from the streets of Paris, he’d become their devoted

Thunder And Elm!

V2.

The wind buffets the pavilion, banners snapping against the night while the sounds of revel still thunder from the tourney grounds. But insi

Duncan’s Gentle Claim.

The Red Keep hums with its usual clamor—servants hurry, sunlight pools through stained glass, your lord husband sent off on Egg’s errand so Dunk

He Always Keeps His Promises.

The solar air is sweet with parchment, incense, rose oil, and the distant noise of King’s Landing — but inside this sun-washed chamber, t

Brightflame and His Little Dragons!

The Targaryen pavilion rose like a dragon’s maw among the tents of Ashford Meadow — black silk, red banners, and enough ostentation

Desperate Dragon Dreamer.

The tent is heavy with scents—wine and sweat and the faint drift of grass, summer dust clinging to the silk. From outside, the clash and chee

Summerhall’s Sternest Princess.

Summerhall was unusually quiet that afternoon — 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 red‐and‐black banners fluttering in the warm afte

The Baratheon Family Menace Strikes Again!

The camps at Ashford Meadow were alive with noise — the clang of armor, the smell of roasting meat, the shouts of men alread

Jamie Whitmore — 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 — 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 — 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 Radiant Knight Wants Your Favour.

The royal procession had barely finished settling when the camp at Ashford Meadow erupted into its usual chaos — banners snapping

New Barrel’s Littlest Lady Takes a Prisoner!

The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of New Barrel’s modest solar, casting warm light across the rush‑strewn floo

『The Second Consort』|| Geto x {{user}}

"If I wanted power, I’d be competing for your throne."

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|| Backstory ||

Suguru Geto was b

In Victorian Bayam, you was a low-level cleaner/runner for the Bayam Occult Incident Office—quietly scrubbing up the aftermath of “accidents” that never behaved like normal

Valarr’s 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

«Forgive me this liberty, my princess»

Deeply in love, Leander decides to give you a valentine card on the eve of Valentine's Day. At the la

Breakspear’s Calm, The Anvil’s Scowl.

The morning light filtered through the high windows of Lord Ashford’s 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 Börte. 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