A Lady's Favor [Cerran Blackwater / Raymond Fossoway]

Discussion in 'Private Roleplaying' started by Raymond Fossoway, May 20, 2020.

  1. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

    Joined:
    Aug 30, 2019
    Posts:
    20
    Likes Received:
    14
    As King Raymond Fossoway had rested the former night in the Hightower's apartments, he had found it was a good experience, looking out from his window to see the world from so far up high. He rested well, and ultimately would find himself stepping forth from his room once dressed for the day, but unsure of what he was going to do. There was the feasting to get forward to, which typically meant good conversation, and the upcoming tourney whenever that was going to be to take part in, but that meant for the time being, he'd need to make his own entertainment, however that was going to be. He opens the door and enters the hall of rooms before the spiral staircase downwards, and he seems to think.

    Perhaps train for the events to come? Explore around the port city and look for something to buy? Perhaps find one of the guests to speak with and perhaps get to know? Play a game of cyvasse or dragon chess. Whatever the case, the King Fossoway had found himself uncertain on where his life was going, but wanting the best terms possible from the defensive alliance that the Reach Kings found themselves bound by. In part, Raymond has his own internal worries on the situation and felt as if he knew more about things than the other Reach Kings might. After all, he had fought and well understood the consequences of war. He had lived in that experience.

    More than King Florent, Blackwater, and or Hightower in his mind. He understood that there was a curtain and a special balance of things that was in the Seven Kingdoms and that already that balance had been shifted with the Lannisters claiming most of the Crownlands. Why was that so one might ask? It was because there needed to be a curtain and a mutual understanding that things were most precarious. His soft amber eyes softened as he thought back to those times, and with it, he did a bit of thinking. If the Reach Lords did not impede Lannister expansion, then eventually, they would be the next to be consumed within their banners. It was why they couldn't afford to let the Stormlands or Riverlands fall. It was why they needed to work together to make the Reach strong and press forth.

    Standing tall, strong, dark of hair, one could say that Raymond was a textbook Baratheon, truly his mother's son, and quick to anger when prodded in the wrong ways. He hoped that the Reach Kings would see from his perspective in good order, for he hoped to meet them personally at some point or another. He lingered in the hall for a little while, thinking out his plans, but also seemingly staring off at nothing for a while. Eventually, he would consider going out for a work out and a light meal. Then he could figure out what to do perhaps. He wasn't sure.
     
    Harbinger likes this.
  2. Cerran Blackwater

    Cerran Blackwater Lord of Highgarden

    Joined:
    Sep 30, 2019
    Posts:
    8
    Likes Received:
    2
    There was another guest, young relative to King Byron Blackwater, who also strongly favoured their Mother. They certainly weren't standing tall, nor were they a picture of strength. Perhaps there was a unique, other worldly quality to them. Faint steps gracefully pattering down the hall. As Raymond stared off into nothing, the fair haired maiden walked passed. Seemingly a bit distracted with her own thoughts, just as he had been.

    "I'm not used to this..." she admitted, pausing a short distance from Raymond. That she voiced her thoughts aloud, indicating she had yet to become aware of his presence. Her Father may not have been at war, this was true but warfare and skirmishes were not unfamiliar. Being a benefactor of sellsword companies in Essos. Their founders experience was never truly blunted. Though in fairness, it did lack some urgency, perhaps?

    Yet Raymond was not alone in thinking about the Lannisters expansion and the special, if not fragile balance that took hold in Westeros. Power was consolidating and before long, the lion could turn it's maw upon the bountiful Reach. Having been across the narrow sea for so long, provided an outsider's perspective to the happenings. One that favoured Raymond's thoughts and ideals. The struggle was convincing her Father on such matters.

    Being the youngest, even as a woman grown, King Blackwater still saw her as a child. A reckless, spoiled child, naive to how Westeros worked. He'd given an inch, conceding that she knew how Essos was. That was what she was meant to do, her role assigned from birth. That at least, mostly wouldn't change with her mistakes. In that way, King Blackwater was both flexible, yet inflexible too. Unwilling to deter much, yet able to adapt to fit his plan.

    "How do ladies influence men anyway? Nevermind their stubborn Fathers..." was the thought on her mind. She turned only to see she was not alone. "Oh, f-forgive me. I didn't see you there--" she paused when her eyes befell Raymond. She focused her gaze, giving him a thorough examination from head to toe. She was thinking, there was a look that said he was familiar in her haunting violet eyes. When she perked up straight in realization, she leaned back, a bit astonished. "R-raymond? Raymond Fossoway?"
     
    Harbinger likes this.
  3. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

    Joined:
    Aug 30, 2019
    Posts:
    20
    Likes Received:
    14
    When viewed at by the maiden fair, Raymond Fossoway would only smile charismatically with his eyes closed. "Yes. I am King Raymond Fossoway. It's a pleasure to meet you My Lady." He states, stepping forth, and with it, he takes a kneel, and takes her small and dainty hand in his own before placing a chaste kiss atop it, the bristle of his beard evident in the soft caress. Not recognizing the pinkette in any capacity, though taking notice of her beauty, he would take the liberty to rise up to his feet nad prepare to head off. Surely there wasn't anything else such a maiden had to say to the man.

    Though he would look her over briefly for her reaction. Likely another bored Reach girl, tired of the traditions of chivalry. However, this was the Reach, the land of Chivalry. Where a quarter of it's military was made up of Knights, and the most populous and thriving region in all of Westeros. It may not have the material wealth and luxuries of the Westerlands, but each region had its own joys. If anything, perhaps he was wondering how she might react when hearing that the man was a King.

    The Fossoways had been united since the end of the War of the Five Kings and the separation of Kingdoms, and together, they had built the Mandervale as kin. Descending from Foss the Archer, they had posed a fifth of the Reach's total strength. Or more so a fourth considering only ever eighty thousand some men were ever raised at a time within the Reach's borders, the remaining twenty thousand guarding its borders. He was here to enjoy the feasts, be merry, as well as find great joy within the confines of House Hightower. However, what would the future hold one might wonder. Yes. One might wonder...
     
  4. Cerran Blackwater

    Cerran Blackwater Lord of Highgarden

    Joined:
    Sep 30, 2019
    Posts:
    8
    Likes Received:
    2
    Likely, that charismatic smile would have made many a lady swoon and coo. Batting their handkerchiefs his way, to gain his attention. For this maiden though? Violet eyes widened, lips parting in remembrance, joy, and relief alike. "I never thought I'd see you again..." she admitted, unaware for the moment of her cryptic words. Instead, as his eyes closed, she recollected a much younger Raymond, just a lad, not a man grown. A Prince at that. Now things were different and without realizing the change in circumstances, King Raymond, did what any chivalrous man would do.

    "Huh oh w---" seeing a familiar face, a friend at that, down on his knees. Seeking her hand in order to place a chaste kiss atop the back of her hand, caused a soft gasp to escape her lips. Alas, it happened so quickly and the bristle of his beard certainly caught her by surprise. Thus, she was as red as a rose and for a moment, she was unable to get any words out.

    "...O-oh, you're really King now, huh...? I-I'm sorry for your loss, my friend. Your King Father was a good man, I dare say I'm more fond of your Father than my own King Father, hehe." these words inadvertently slipped from her mouth. Taken aback by seeing a friend, completely forgetting the ruse that was meant to take hold. A weakness born of old bonds...
     
  5. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

    Joined:
    Aug 30, 2019
    Posts:
    20
    Likes Received:
    14
    He pauses in those moments, stops walking, and he momentarily turns towards the maiden. She spoke as if they knew Raymond personally, and yet, Raymond couldn't say with any certainty that they knew the person at all, that they had ever seen them before in their entire life. So of course, that was going to make him wonder. Who was this person? "Thank you for saying such Princess." He would note, and with it, he tried to put it together. He doubted it was a Florent or a Hightower princess. So of course, that would mean there was only one possible answer. King Blackwater then. Wasn't absurd.

    Cerran had sisters, of which Raymond hasn't had the liberty of meeting, or if he has, certainly not in many years. "He was a good man. An honorable man. May he rest in peace and in a better place than where he died in life." Raymond looked sorrowful for a moment, but he would swiftly try to push that image aside. Of a father of whom had suffered wounds on a field from ferocious fighting men that looked to oppose Stormland annexation. Yet. There they were. With several houses of the Kingswood annexed and brought into the fold all the way cutting up to Sharp Point.

    "You seem to know who I am. Might I ask who you are?" It was a fair question seeing the pinkette was more or less indistinguishable from what Raymond would have recognized from the former Cerran Blackwater. That, and the last time he checked, Cerran Blackwater wasn't a beautiful girl with hands that smelled of pleasant oils, with such soft tenderness to them at that, but more of a hand that was better used to rugged callouses from swinging swords.

    Just who was this person?
     
  6. Cerran Blackwater

    Cerran Blackwater Lord of Highgarden

    Joined:
    Sep 30, 2019
    Posts:
    8
    Likes Received:
    2
    Admittedly, the Princess flinched at being called by her title. No matter how much she heard it, it still sounded surreal. Even as her King Father and his retainers made a point to use such terminology. In order to be on her best behaviour, as per orders, she'd have to deal with. Thus she nodded her head, taking a moment's pause so she could compose herself.

    "I'm sure the Heavens are tending to his every need."
    the maiden admitted with a sad smile, eyes filling with recollection of times passed. Having something to focus on, even if it was the past, helped distract from the present. At least, it did until reciprocating a name came about. Her eyes widened as she gasped, momentarily shocked. There was a possibility that her action could be interpreted as forgetting her manners. Though looking deeper, the saddened smile as her eyes downcast a bit. No matter how she may try it to hide it, there was clear hurt for not being remembered.

    ...Well, admittedly, recognized but she was a reasonable person. No one would recognize her from the past these days. Still, she had her orders and so she took a few steps back and di her best curtsy. "I'm not surprised you don't recognize me, your grace. I suppose I looked and acted more like a boy, eheh." she shook her head, before folding her hands in front of her.

    "My name is Sera Blackwater." she stated, relatively calm with a hint of sadness perhaps. "Are you...participating in the tournament?" not like she could participate, so perhaps her old friend could be the next best thing. Then again, he was a King...who would dare try to harm him? Wouldn't be much fun...
     

Share This Page