Category Archives: Fuathe Scenes

The weather was beautiful at the Arbor, the fresh smell the only indication of the rain that had fallen all over the island the day before. Kovan’s mother was with his little brother, still sleeping after the exhausting journey they had all just taken. His father had awoken early to directly take breakfast with theirContinue reading “Flower”

“A northern wedding?!” Lady Rosby said, looking somewhat shocked, and failing to keep her voice down.   Her companion, the young Lord Brune of Brownhollow looked absolutely delighted at her near palpable distress and surprise, and conspiratorially raised his voice as well, as if sharing a great secret with the whole table. “Yes, indeed. ItContinue reading “Dogs with Broken Teeth”

Lord Vyrwel, Lady Vyrwel, and Lord Redwyne were having rather the peaceful tea in a sitting room until Lord Vyrwel’s five-year-old son ran into the room, laughing. There was dirt covering his right side up to the underside of his arm and flowers had been clumsily arranged in his hair most likely by someone otherContinue reading “Over a Bastard”

Kovan was not fond of special occasions. Even on the cusp of age 13, Vikkin was better suited for the exchanging of pleasantries and careful banter expected at occasions such as this. He found his eyes wandering as he allowed his brother to take care of the majority of the conversation. The wedding was toContinue reading “Beautiful Bastard”

“What do you mean? Where did she go?” The young boy with the jade green eyes demanded of maidservant in front of him.   The young woman was practically shaking with fear, staring down at her feet, fists twisted into her skirts. He felt so angry, not realizing in his self-righteous seven year old rageContinue reading “Miriam Flowers”

“Do we really need so much finery?” Visenya asked, quietly. “And so many people.” With their difference in height, her mild purple-tinted grey eyes had to look up at him through silver-brown lashes. It made Baelin want to grab her and hug her tightly. That expression was one of many things that gave him thatContinue reading “Baesenya Part 6”

“Isn’t that the Lord Baelin Lannister?” Emma said, looking to her left into the distance.   Visenya’s head jerked over to look at her sister, just in time to notice Silya flash Emma a look that told her the two hags had planned this together. She really really hated her family sometimes. So maybe sheContinue reading “Baesenya Part 5”

Almost a year after the Lord Baelin Lannister’s sixteenth Nameday celebration, Princess Silya Targaryen received a most curious letter that would have been more of a surprise, had her youngest sister done a better job of hiding several meetings she’d had with a certain young Lord over the past few months.   “Princess Silya Targaryen,Continue reading “Baesenya Part 4”

He felt her before he heard her, her hands wrapping around his arm in the crush of people. “My Lord Lannister.” Visenya hissed.   Baelin gave her the quickest little smile and then maneuvered them away from the crowd. Sometimes he felt like he was doing something terribly wrong, as they always met alone. HeContinue reading “Baesenya Part 3”

Since the day Drake Velaryon had become Lord of the Tides, the castle of Driftmark had been the very definition of orderly and calm. It appeared that trend was ending today.   Since the day he’d beaten his first swordsmaster in a proper spar, Nikolaus Velaryon had almost never been observed to raise his voice,Continue reading “His Mother”