Category Archives: Fuathe Scenes

Nysa Arryn knew mountains. The cold, high mountains of the Eyrie had been her home for her whole life, and even after the birth of her younger brother, her father had never hesitated to take her on his many trips to survey the Vale or meet with other houses’ lords. Her mother, however, had beenContinue reading “Alyssa’s Tears”

A shriek of joy went up from the stables of Kingsgrave, and the sound immediately made the Lord of the house and several maids bolt for their respective doors. In the past year, shrieks of joy had become an increasingly common occurrence in House Manwoody, and while they always brought a smile to Barlay’s face,Continue reading “Door!”

“But I don’t see why you have to get married at all.” Ellabette said.   “Hah, as if Senny wanted to stay and take care of your messes for the rest of her life.” Janvier retorted, practically pushing Mariseine up the walkway of the boat.   Mariseine Celtigar didn’t let herself get pushed all theContinue reading “Sen”

My dearest Kiyara,   Perhaps you are right. In fact, I’m certain you are. As you have always been disregarded and put to shame in front of polite company, it would not surprise me if the same was done to me for loving you, and I have no doubt there are things that I wouldContinue reading “Love Will Find a Way”

It was a little-known-fact that the scheming, indomitable Emma Velaryon was, in fact, a pouter. As pouting openly was neither proper behavior nor in line with her image as the perfect lady, she was keeping to herself, in a corner of the Great Hall of the Red Keep, seated in a chair against one wall,Continue reading “Kassiemma Start”

It had been a long time since Kingsgrave had been peaceful. Ever since Barlay Manwoody had decided to take in his bastard daughters, the castle had been full of the noisy laughter of his seemingly endless brood of mischievous children, but there was something especially noisy about it today. Servants were bustling about, preparing forContinue reading “Love”

Meghaera Whent and Emma Velaryon made an odd pair, sitting side by side. Emma with her perfectly middling grey hair and violet eyes so pale they almost seemed to border on pink, Meghaera with her golden blonde curls and light, grey eyes. Still, they shared a reputation; neither of them considered beauties among their siblings,Continue reading “Axton”

The sound of music and laughter came streaming from the great hall of Highgarden. The entire hall was flooded with light from a million lamps and candles. The large window-doors leading out to each balcony connected to the great hall were thrust wide open, but were covered with heavy curtains, allowing a quiet spot forContinue reading “Dance”

“Maeghaera.” The girl in question turned from where she was sitting on the floor to look up at her older brothers. Maeghaera was considered fairly pretty in her own right, but a moderate sort of pretty, golden hair and pale grey eyes set into unblemished but unassuming features that made one forget her amidst theContinue reading “Maeghaera”

Vikkin had never used to care whether they were at Darkdell or visiting some other noble house. They’d done it often enough, his father in particular being fond of sending the boys off to respected allies so he could enjoy his brandy in peace and quiet. As a younger boy, their family dynamic hadn’t seemedContinue reading “Morning”