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Tweak says, "kiss my grits"

lordstark (lordstark) wrote in awod,
@ 2010-02-23 15:00:00

Entry tags:

genna stark, kaelyn stark, lilyanna lannister, lyanora stark, toria lannister, tyronne lannister, week 2, william stark

Who: William Stark and Family, and Those who received the Invitation to Be here
When: May 10, sundown
Where: Tower of the Hand.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed to Those Invited, sorry!

Dinner was already set in the private chamber of the Tower of the Hand. Enough plates for his wife and children, Lyanora and her son, and Lilyana and her family. The invitation was last minute, and William was not certain everyone would attend. But he missed all the members of his family, including his nieces and nephews. And perhaps Kaelyn would be more amicable with someone else to talk to besides himself.

As long as he could keep her and Lyanora from shredding each other's throats.

But they would have to get used to that. He would not avoid his wife for his sister, nor his sister for his wife. They were both Starks, by birth or marriage, and in William's eyes they needed to learn to be cordial. He couldn't know for sure how long they'd be in King's Landing. He hoped not for the rest of his life, but he would be Hand until Jaehaerys released him to return to ruling the North. If Brandon came of age before that time, then William would send him home to take care of matters in his steed.

He pushed aside thoughts of politics as the scent of rosemary braised lamb drifted through the room. The kitchens had been generous, but no different then when he'd been regent. Hand of the King was only a small step down from regent. The rest of the table was set with bread and cheese, steamed asparagus and arbor-gold wine.

Kaelyn was still preparing for dinner; he'd made clear earlier he expected her to attend. The children were still being prepped by the servants. He had only himself to keep him company as he waited for his family to arrive. Dressed in a simple gray doublet, with only a small dire wolf for decoration, he hoped to keep this meal light and casual. Just then he thought he hear a knock on the door. He'd wait until his steward showed the guest in.

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wolfprincess
2010-02-25 03:43 am UTC (link)

Genna skipped through the halls, proud of the crown of stolen red flowers in her hair, and half-singing half-reciting a song about Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He must have had very shiny armor, the Prince of Dragonflies, she thought as she came down the stairs to the main room in the tower.

She stopped short at the closed door and knocked politely, giving a theatrical curtsey to her father's steward. "I'd like to see my lord father," Genna told him with rather unneccessary formality, that earned her a weary smile from the man. Nonetheless they were back in Kings Landing now- in court even and she wanted Jaers to be proud of her.

"Good evening, my lord Hand," Genna said with a very formal and very careful curtsey so the flowers would stay in place. She looked up at William and grinned. "How are you this evening?"

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lordstark
2010-02-27 03:49 am UTC (link)

William turned around and smiled at his daughter. "Why hello, Lady Genna," he returned, echoing her formal tone. "Am I to assume you're here to join me for dinner on this lovely evening?" The way her eyes twinkled made him laugh; how he wished Kaelyn could enjoy her the way he did. He looked her over, noticing the scarlet flora in her hair, that wreathed her head the way a crown might have fit. In the eyes of the kingdom she was no longer a princess, but she'd always be one in his heart. "And where did you come across such a stunning crown? You might make our queen jealous with how regal you look!" He wondered if Kaelyn would chide him for indulging their daughter in fantasies, then he realized he didn't particularly care whether Kaelyn approved or not.

	wolfprincess 2010-03-01 08:20 am UTC (link)
	"Jaers made it for me," she said in a whisper. "You're not supposed to pick the roses in the queen's garden but he did." Genna smiled. "He even let me pick the color, and I chose red. For the dragons." She held her father's hand tightly. "I think he likes being king more than you did. I told him you didn't miss it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	winterwinds 2010-03-05 09:13 am UTC (link)
	"Hold, dear brother, I think your daughter has latched on to her cousin. I may be months before we see him free again," Lya said, an eye to that, "But, I shall attempt to greet everyone as well, and wear something close to a smile," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I promise no blood this time." (Reply to this) (Parent)

	wolfprincess 2010-03-01 08:25 am UTC (link)
	"Tyronne!" Genna caught sight of her cousin as he entered, her face lighting up with a smile. "We're very glad you could join us," she said with a curtsy. "Very very extra glad," she added as her barely-kept decorum melted. "Have you read any new stories? Did Uncle Tyrith bring you any new books??" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wolfprincess 2010-03-01 07:03 pm UTC (link)
	Books held Genna's attention: Tyronne always had the best stories, and was a constant source of amusement even when the tales were grisly Northron ones. "Did you find any new tales of the Rat King or the Others? Or dragons? I haven't got to see the dragons yet. The king doesn't ride them all the time, just when there's a long journey." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)