(121-04-26) Late to the Party
Late to the Party
Summary: Ser Aerys Targaryen arrives in Oldtown.
Date: April 26, 2014
Related: none or lots

This is a grand and enormous manse maintained by the Targaryen family for royals and their guests when they happen to wish to stay in Oldtown.

The house faces the prestigious Starry Street. The first story is protected by narrow high windows that stop people from seeing inside, but the windows on the back wall and the four upper stories are tall and wide, making the manse bright and airy over all.

The first floor's main hall is brightly lit with lamps to make up for the shortcomings of those windows, and the walls are covered in rich tapestries depicting dragons, and the acts of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters. There's a grand dining room separated from the entry hall by a great arch formed by carved stone dragons, and another such arch leads to a smaller, though still huge by most standards, sitting room. Everything is opulent, beautifully made, and as luxurious as befits the royal family.

There are other sitting rooms up in the floors above, as well as bedchambers, game rooms, and even private baths. Like almost all of the houses in Oldtown, it shares two walls with its neighbors on either side, but the servants quarters, kitchens, and servant's stairs buffer the house proper from any noise that could possibly leak through the thick stone walls.

There's a large and gracious walled garden in the back, and wide windows open to it. Those on the upper stories have balconies.

Contents: Aevander

Exits: [O] Starry Street [U] Second Floor Corridor - Dr
[WG] Walled Garden - Dragon Doo

You invite Aerys to meet you for RP.
Aerys has arrived.

As there is no current anticipation of company, none has been planned fro, which is not to say the current spread of food wouldn't support a guest or two. Meals in the Dragon Door manse are always indulgent affairs, even when the residents eat at different hours and the coming and going turns the whole thing into more of a buffet than a sit down meal.

Aevander is currently set down, holding a book open with one hand and occasionally popping a grape into his mouth with the other.

Coming unnaounceed is something of a thing for the incoming visitor. Though luckily for the house here, there's no grand train that follows a knight-that's been shelved at the Hightower, at the expense of the Tyrell's over mighty banner men. Instead he comes alone and unattended. Bootsteps with the soft chink of spurs likely to carry before the older dragon shows himself into the main meal room, trailing after some servant.

There's a brief glance towards Aevander, before eyes slide to the spread, and there, he moves, pausing by a chair, if only to see to his sword belt. "Is the meat any good?" asked so casually, before a hoary brow shoots up. "Or should I stick to all things, of the vine?"

"The meat is very good," Aevander replies without looking up, "I have only had my fill of it." At which point it registers that the voice just spoken did not belong to any of the manse's usual suspects, and he lifts his nose from his book to see who has come calling. Aevander's brows lift and then he stands. "Ser Aerys," he greets with a nod. "If I had known to expect you I would have made sure we had a meal more suitable to an honored guest." Because a five-course spread isn't, apparently. "Have you just arrived?"

There's a glance back to Aevander, and a wry grin as any given. Already one hand raises up in dismissal, before he is leaning his blade against the table with reverence. He's fond of that sword. Gloves, come off as he turns and looks towards the young prince. "Ser." intoned gently, "I wouldn't worry about it. I've been delayed far longer than I should have, and it's by the Seven's grace I'm not being chewed upon right this instant."

Aerys now turns with keen eye to the spread, before he is moving to make himself a plate. "Likely, it is because I have arrived sober.-rectify it and have someone pour me a cup. Red." he states with a nod. There's so much to choose from. "We can settle on a fine dinner soon enough, you and I and catch up." as to his question, the elder Dragon raises a brow and peers back over his shoulder. "Ah. No." a chuckle. "I've been here for part of the day. I did watch the jousting earlier-but mainly have been getting settled in the Hightower."

"Chewed upon?" Aevander asks with a soft laugh. "Did you have a mishap with a dragon?" It's a tease. Well, half a tease, at least. He gestures for a servant keeping quiet vigil in the corner, and the man steps forward to fill a goblet for Aerys and offer the red wine to him. Aevander has another grape as the older Targaryen fills his plate with more bracing fare. "Oh yes, the joust. I confess I didn't attend myself, though I heard there was quite the upset. A girl won the day, was it?"

"I was supposed to be here with my kinswoman. She flies faster than I ride. Weather delayed a bloody road, and wine helped." Aerys clarifies, before looking back. "I think so?" a question there. "Seemed a bit of a daze. I think she was a Storm or a Snow-whichever makes sense for brazen women in armor to prance about. Apparently none in the reach could handle her." A bit of a smirk there before he is moving to take his seat.

And his cup.

"So beyond Westeros prevailing over the Dornish." a shake of his head and a drink of wine. "What would you state is the state of our House here?"

"Snow seems more likely, the North are fond of their warrior women," Aevander replies thoughtfully, "though I have seen a lady Cockshaw in full Armor, so I suppose a Flowers or a Storm may be just as likely." He has another grape as Aerys sees to his drink made of the same. "Our House is…" he presses his lips together, "…our reputation could be finer," he settles on, "and there are tensions between us and the Tyrells, here."

The elder drake casts a glance up from his wine, which seems right now to hold the better part of his attention. "So I've heard." Aerys remarks before setting the drink aside with a sigh. "I had heard that Maelys has returned and with him, a dead rose." clicking his tongue, the knight clearly isn't pleased. "Regardless if it was a duel, taking the man's head..Leaving the body." a frown. "And again-so we've heard. Perhaps you can enlighten me, as to why it could be finer?"

"Maelys has returned," Aevander agrees, "and with the head of a dead rose. He thought himself very clever, I am sure. Ser Laurent was, understandably, far less amused. So, there is that. Our cousin, Ryzael, is a great admirer of Maelys and, I fear, holds the man in too high an esteem. He has dedicated himself to Maelys's recovery since the duel, admirable I suppose, but is a little too keen to sing the man's praises in public. He nearly struck a noble lady who disagreed with his view of our uncle." He puffs out a small breath. "Rumors still scatter about of Visenya and her riding a dragon into Oldtown. And there is the matter of her betrothal to Lord Garvin who keeps going about insisting the thing has been dissolved at her request."

Aerys snorts softly. "Lovely." he adds, before picking at a bit of aurochs, and then eating it. Chewing carefully, the knight continues to listen in to the litany of cock ups. "Is it true, about the dissolution at her hand?" a raise of a brow there. Apparently the dragon rumor made it's way down to King's Landing. "And another almost struck a lady. Well, it seems we have fine work ahead of us."

"No, it was a trap engineered by Lord Garvin," Aevander replies. "he summoned Visenya to speak with him and insisted the wedding happen within a month as his older brother had been injured and he was now responsible for producing Tyrell heirs. He spoke crudely to Visenya and when she protested such treatment, Lord Garvin insisted she was, in fact, dissolving their union and has been saying so, since. We have said nothing nor responded to his gossip. I intend to let the man hang himself by his own tongue on that one."

"Odd, that a Tyrell would pass up the honor of bedding a dragon." And there Aerys shrugs. "Well, I am sure there is more on his end. Likely not rising and responding is working just fine. I'll see what I can suss out on the man." And there he is offering a brief sigh. "Alright then, I think I have some idea..Now, I'll just eat-if you don't mind the company?"

"Garvin Tyrell would pass up the honor of bedding anything without a cock," Aevander opines rather bluntly. "I doubt he ever intended to go through with it, and in all honesty, I would prefer he not be tied to us. He's about as discreet as a cat in heat. But he is trying to demand recompense from our house for Visenya breaking with him, and that will not stand. However, I think I know how to deal with it." He gives a nod. "Of course. Eat and be welcome, ser. The rest can wait."

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