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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jun 25, 2018 16:56:13 GMT 1
[OOC: NPC dialog approved by Father]
A gathering of six approach Lord Tyrell: Lord Ilyn Cordwayner and Lord Ulbert Starkwood along with their wives, Lady Maegell and Lady Allyria, and two of their children, the golden haired Ser Quentin and Lady Ashara.
"Er, um, My Lord?" stutters Lord Ilyn, ever timid. "Yes, Lord Ilyn?" Lord Tyrell responds. "Er, um, uh..." Lord Ilyn wrings his hands, seemingly at a loss for words. Lord Ulbert speaks up, his firm tone a stark contrast to Lord Ilyn's timidity. "What Lord Ilyn is trying to say, my lord, is that we have come to ask for your blessing on the joining of our houses - a betrothal of Lord Ilyn's son and my daughter."
Lord Tyrell looks from Lord Ulbert to Lord Ilyn, then Ser Quentin, and finally Lady Ashara. "This is what you wish for your son and heir, Lord Ilyn?" Lord Ilyn glances to his wife. Lady Maegelle mostly stifles a grimace, but nods. "It, uh, it is, my lord." Lord Tyrell pauses, perhaps deliberating his choice of words.
"I delight in the joyful news. I give my blessing to the betrothal of Ser Quentin Cordwayner and Lady Ashara Starkwood."
[OOC: thread open for PC interactions regarding the betrothal]
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 27, 2018 3:47:41 GMT 1
After the group moves past Lord Tyrell, Septon Abelar strides over to offer his regards. "Lord Cordwayner, Lord Starkwood." The septon clasps each of their hands in turn, then greeting their wives the same way. His demeanor is almost warm, although he does not smile. His face is clean and washed, but those close to him can detect a bit of dust in his swept-back hair, dulling the silver streaks that run through his black hair. "The holy union of husband to wife is always cause for rejoice. May the Seven bless this betrothal. You must have Septon Forrest write me regarding the ceremony--I find great satisfaction in sacrament and ritual done well." While his words do not betray any motive, the septon's tone leaves the faint impression that he considers Septon Forrest to be inadequate to the task. Abelar traces the sign of the seven pointed star on his chest, before folding his hands behind him and turning to Ser Quentin and Lady Ashara. "Ser Quentin. I will pray that the Warrior lend strength to your arm to protect your wife. There is no higher duty."He turns to Ashara next, his dark eyes meeting her gaze. "Lady Ashara. You should light a candle tonight in honor of the Maiden, for preserving your innocence until marriage and for granting you the courage to bind yourself to Ser Quentin in holy matrimony. It is no small thing to betroth yourself forever in sight of Gods and men." His words are well-chosen to be polite, but they also evoke chastity and ladylike virtue--qualities that young, assertive women of Dornish descent have had difficulty claiming in the eyes of society. Indeed, Septon Abelar is well-known for denouncing 'southron lechery,' or even 'Dornish harlots,' in his public sermons. One wonders whether his judgment of Dornish culture extends to a half-Dornish woman of a Reach house. "Now tell me, which wedding-day benediction do you fancy for yourself?"The septon's eyes flicker between those present, perhaps taking note of the tension between Lord and Lady Cordwayner.
Abelar tries to read the tension in the interaction and figure out who's comfortable with the betrothal and who isn't. Awareness (Empathy) re: Ashara's betrothal: 6d6k4 17OOC: This last part is Septon Abelar attempting to test Ashara's knowledge of religious custom--if she knows the various benedictions well enough to have a preference, Abelar will be mildly impressed. It's well-known that the Blackbriars are skeptical of the sincerity of House Starkwood's devotion to the Seven. If Ashara has any awareness about her, she will see this for what it is--a test of sorts, if she's willing to play along. For your own research purposes, I don't know of any particular marriage benedictions, so you can just make them up if you choose to answer. Perhaps this would require a knowledge check? But I am not the GM.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jun 27, 2018 5:16:47 GMT 1
The septon can tell that Ashara is ill at ease with the betrothal - but what maid would not be upon betrothal to a man she had never met?
"Thank you, Septon - I thank the Maiden and all the gods frequently. As for a benediction, I am certain it is not my place to decide; but as 'Our Words are Steel', a benediction of fidelity would seem to be an appropriate choice."
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 28, 2018 0:11:58 GMT 1
"A fine choice. Too many, I'm afraid, seem to live by a more airy phrase. I'm sure you've heard it." He waves a hand dismissively.
OOC: I'm fine having Abelar bid his goodbyes and move away at this point, to allow others to come and congratulate Ashara without the dour presence of the septon. However, if Ashara wants to keep going or others want to interact with both of us, Abelar can stick around.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jun 28, 2018 1:14:28 GMT 1
"Indeed I have. Much sorrow comes from the breaking of vows."
[OOC: it doesn't seem like anyone is burning down the doors to speak with me, so feel free to continue on if you would like.]
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 29, 2018 5:07:37 GMT 1
Glancing to the other lords and ladies present, who are engaged in their own conversation, Septon Abelar pivots himself to afford a measure of privacy to Lady Ashara and himself. What he had to say next requires a measure of tact. He rubs his chin before speaking.
"My child, I could not help but notice--your nerves are written across your face. This marriage was not your choice was it?" A wise arrangement. Allowing the betrothed to look upon one another before the marriage is a recipe for lust. Still, she deserves to know what I know, and it may be related to the betrothal. . .
He lowers his voice. "I'm afraid that earlier today, I heard a vicious slander of your person. Rest assured, I know it to be false. At confession, several men claimed that half the knights in your father's service have, well, found you serviceable as well." The septon is clearly uncomfortable speaking of this subject. With his reputation for fiery zeal, his discomfort reveals the truth in his words. If he believed the rumor, he would have more poise than he is showing now. His eyes would be piercing Ashara's soul, instead of bouncing between the floor and the faraway reaches of the room.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jun 29, 2018 5:37:45 GMT 1
At news of the rumors Ashara's face darkens into indignant anger.
"You are correct. No, this betrothal was not of my choosing. I have yet to share even one work of conversation with Ser Quentin - I know not what sort of man he is. You are also correct that the vile rumors you heard are just that - rumors. I would assume that what those men were truly confessing, whether they knew it or not, is that they desired for me to be... ah... serviceable to them. I am yet a maid, and intend to stay as such. Some men cannot reconcile such desires with my Dornish blood, and thus decide it must all be my fault. I do wish I knew who these men were... no just man slanders an innocent maiden. Of course, I understand that you cannot tell me who it was..."
Her voice trails off in obvious frustration.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 2, 2018 3:09:39 GMT 1
The septon inclines his head slightly to acknowledge Ashara's respect for the privacy of confession. "Indeed, my vows are a steely as your words. For this sort of confession, I am not permitted to offer a name. You may rest easy knowing that if any man confessed a licentious desire for you, the Gods would require a heavy repentance." Abelar does not seem like the kind of man who would let someone off easily for lusting after a highborn lady.
"As for your husband, I know him as well as you do. House Cordwayner is an ancient, proud house. Ser Roland is a true knight, worthy of that history. I'm sure Quentin is as well." It is no mistake that the dark-eyed septon chooses Ser Roland, a second son, instead of Lord Ilyn, as the exemplar of chivalry and honor.
OOC: For those of you keeping score at home, don't assume Abelar will never repeat someone's name from confession. I'm trying to leave the door open to outing someone's confession if the circumstances were more dire--a confession related to a future act, perhaps, or confessing to a murder. I'm not sure exactly how the priest-penitent privilege works in Westeros, but Abelar isn't going to ditch it over someone repeating a rumor in confession. At the same time, it's clear from the books that some confessions can be publicized with no issue--think of Cersei's forced confessions.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jul 2, 2018 6:00:29 GMT 1
Ashara casts her eyes down, the anger and frustration draining from her features. When she looks back up, meeting the Septon's eyes, her expression is one of hopefulness in despair, the beginnings of a tear in her eye and a slight quiver in her voice.
"Could you, at least, if you see these men again, or if anyone else speaks of such a rumor, could you tell them that you know I am a virtuous maid, pure and chaste? It might dissuade them from spreading that vile rumor further, and if your words touch them, maybe they would correct others, too."
She wipes the tear from her eye and smiles at Septon Abelar.
"I would be greatly indebted to you."
[OOC: Let me know if this would require an intrigue]
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 3, 2018 3:17:17 GMT 1
Abelar's rigid face collapses into a concerned, sorrowful look as Ashara's composure wavers. "Please, Lady Starkwood, do not fear. I will see to it that this defamation spreads no further." True maidens are few enough in number without having to endure the jeers of harlotry.
If Ashara expected more reassurance than that, she is left wanting. Abelar is tender like a sword--he bends just enough to avoid shattering, but snaps back rigidly when the moment passes.
"If I may, my Lady . . . I must admit that your house has distinguished itself in fields other than piety. There have long been remarks. Talk. Ancient history turned rumor, as I see it. But the best way to put this talk to rest--about you as well as your house--is to hold to account those who have strayed from the path of the Seven. I would be willing to assist in bringing them back to the path of the light. Repentance is a specialty of mine." His face has returned to its familiar dour composure, and his eyes are darkly alive with the prospect of pursuing a sinner.
OOC: This bit about the Starkwood reputation is meant to be based on House Starkwood's description from the Setting Information, rather than on a particular rumor that Abelar has uncovered.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jul 3, 2018 3:42:57 GMT 1
Ashara nods, gratitude evident on her face.
"Thank you, Septon. Your kind words have touched me, and I will certainly take heed of your council. Perhaps someday you can come to Starkwood and see our Sept. It is glorious to behold."
Though grandfather had it built to to garner favor with King Baelor, not out of any real piety.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 3, 2018 3:51:08 GMT 1
Understanding that the time has come to move on, Abelar pays his respects to the others around Ashara and walks away to another conversation.
/exit Septon Abelar
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 7, 2018 1:32:38 GMT 1
Some distance away, another maid looks on. Not quite daring to approach while the Septon holds palaver...he's an imposing man, even for someone ignorant of his reputation, which she is not. Even after he departs though, Lysette Starling hesitates. Ashara seems impossibly exotic; a fascinating feature in an otherwise rather pedestrian room. What interest would she be to someone like that?
But then again, when besides now might she have a chance to talk to her? The Starkwoods and Starlings had virtually no real contact with one another that Lysette knew of. Besides, Ashara's future marriage was widely known. Maybe she'd have a perspective on her own problems?
So Lysette powered through the lingering shyness and drove herself forward.
"Excuse me," she said to the Lady Ashara, and offered up the glass of wine she'd grabbed just before coming over, with a sympathetic smile. "You look like you could use this."
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jul 7, 2018 2:51:24 GMT 1
Many of a noblewomen's facial expressions are empty practiced courtesies. Others express wordless emotion. Some however, practically shout a phrase. The expression that Ashara gives Lysette is of that rare kind, expressing in a rather unladylike way the phrase "Oh thank the gods!"
She takes the glass, a slender flute of some sort of white, and drains it in one gulp. Then, realizing the multiple breaches of propriety, blushes.
"Thank you so very much, and please forgive my, er,..." She looks at the empty glass before abandoning her prior sentence. "Septon Abelar is surprisingly nice, considering his reputation, but I was so very on edge afraid of saying something wrong and provoking a loud and shaming lecture in front of all of Highgarden."
Ashara puts the empty glass on the tray of a passing servant, then turns back to the beautiful blonde woman. She takes a deep breath to center herself and restore her composure.
"Please, allow me to begin again. Thank you, Lady Lysette, for the wine. Would you care to step outside for some fresh air? I suddenly find myself feeling a bit flushed."
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 7, 2018 4:02:19 GMT 1
"You're welcome, Lady Ashara, for the wine," Lysette responded mischievously. "I'd love to step outside."
Once they'd stepped out of the Great Hall, she confided, "I haven't spoken with him yet, but I feel like I know what you mean. There are people who just...scrutinize you every moment. Waiting for something to pounce on. It's exhausting, even if you don't think you've anything to hide."
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