Chapter Thirty-Four
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Private Solar, Osgiliath
"I'm not wearing that!"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Will not!"
"Oh yes you will!"
"Try me!"
"You will wear it or so gods help me I'll tell the Emperor of Yi Ti you hated the gift!"
Myrcella will always have the highest respect for Delianah. That statement is true and will remain true as far as Myrcella is concerned as the sun rises on the sky. However for the life of her, she can't help the feeling of frustration as she stares at a pouting Delianah Tully who is giving her the stink eye while looking mournfully at the armor currently lying on the chair, disassembled.
Long story short, it is the personal gift of the Emperor of Yi Ti. Phoenix armor, as he called it. It is the ceremonial attire of the female guards of Yi Ti's most holy temple and cannot be worn by simply anyone. The Emperor however honors Delianah even more. Instead of being made of gold, the armor is made of Delianite bought and beaten, crafted personally by the Royal blacksmiths of Yi Ti. It's worth is more than a small nation combined.
Delianah however is refusing to wear it.
In a way Myrcella understands her. Ever since her stay in Rivendell, Myrcella notices that Delianah always wear conservative clothes made usually for guys (though many appreciates it due to the attire hugging her body). On the rare occasion that Delianah wears a gown or a dress, it is because of an official sanction and very modest.
The Phoenix armor however is anything but modest.
It's upper portion is made up of interwoven scale plates of violet Delianite that covers the entirety of the torso and spreads to the wrist. It exposes however the chest with a very large V cut that goes down to the middle of her cleavage area showing off the body. Golden netlike pauldrons studded with twelve diamonds each attach to the shoulders. Violet blue feathers made from crystallized beaten Delianite juts out from the side of the Pauldrons giving the shoulders an exotic but beautiful look. Also to cover the modesty of the wearer a little, feathered Delianite golden colored neck guard surrounds the neck to the place where the Adam's apple of a boy might be found. While this hides her collarbone nicely, it gives even more emphasis to the V-cut at the chest area. A lapel of diamonds is connecting the middle of the cleavage area shown. Arm guards are also made up of feather golden designs that connects to a violet glove studded with jewels.
While the scale like armor is beautiful and exotic looking, the back portion cannot be said otherwise. The entirety of the back of the scale armor is none-existing exposing the entirety of the skin of the wearer. Sure there are five lapels, beads of diamonds interconnecting to the front of the scale armor hugging the armor to the body like strings. The fact remains though that the entirety of the back is skin naked. It goes down to the girdle at the waist that barely manages to hide the upper butt area, tied together by another diamond bead lapel.
The girdle belt is made of fine leather. Diamonds however beaten in a starry shape adorns it at every few centimeters. Connecting to the leather is a fine transparent silk tunic of pale white pink. It is so soft and beautiful looking that Myrcella would bet that her entire wardrobe put together would be its cost. More ornamental lapels made of Delianite also adorn it alongside with different precious stones.
Below the girdle, the pants are made of skintight form hugging leather mixed with Delianite giving it an eerie sheen of dark violet. It is connected to Delianite boots beaten with a mix of gold and silver. Thankfully the boots are not in high heels else she might never have succeeded in making Delianah wear it. It is like its motif has a design of golden feathers.
Lastly atop is a sun circlet that falls to her brownconnected with two overlapping diamond lapels that bind together at each side of her head a double winged headgear. A brown grey shawl is the final motif that goes in a "W" design though more curvy that hides everything of Delianah's face below the eyes. (For more Graphic Sample, check the Nakara Bladepoint Cinematic 2022. The Rogue Thief there is the inspiration for this)
All in all, the phoenix armor gift from the Emperor of Yi Ti is the most ornate but also the most revealing thing that Myrcella has the pleasure to see. Not saying that it's ugly, it's actually very beautiful.
"Do I really have to wear this?" Delianah unhappily pouts looking with trepidation at the armor set sitting innocently at the bed.
"Unfortunately yes Lady Delianah, you know it is expected of you by the Emperor. This gift is so pricey and one that can only be given to the most trusted allies. It would be the paramount of disrespect if you do not wear it," reasons Myrcella though mentally she disagrees. Even she would have serious second doubts wearing this.
"Fine, fine, I'll wear the bloody thing," Delianah waves off in surrender. "Yasmina come and help me for I think I will have an aneurysm trying to force myself wearing this if I do it myself,"
As Delianah's concubine strides forward to help her, Myrcella can't help but let off a little giggle. Second guessing or not, it is terribly amusing watching Delianah stand stiff as a board as Yasmina dresses her.
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Osgiliath, the Coliseum
Thousands upon thousands of people crowd the Coliseum proper as golden confetti and petals fall around them. The sound of drums is never ending in tandem giving the onlookers' blood a burning sensation as the long awaited tourney finally starts. Hundreds of food carts go up and down the stone seats pushing trolleys selling candies, popcorn and other more exotic things that are unique only to Rivendell under the careful eye of the Black Guard that is being deployed en masse for crowd control. Representatives from almost every house of Westeros is congregating here after all and all their egos put together in this small arena is enough to fill Planetos as a whole.
The giant Roman styled pillars around the Coliseum fourteen in all are adorned with the finest livery and banners of Rivendell, each a hundred meters large flowing down showing off the silver banner of blue and silver with a golden spear with wings. It is the first official banner of Rivendell and represents Delianah's slight deviation from House Tully.
It is the middle of the Colliseum though that all eyes are staring at. Atop a raised balcony are seven golden empty large chairs with a larger chair made of white raised a little in front of them a dozen or more silver chairs are placed behind the seven chairs. Thin pillars of silver and gold are surrounding them each with a small tree at its side. Seven young men dressed in white toga step forward raising seven horns which they blow in a musical array that echo all around the Coliseum silencing the chatting and excited crowd.
As the silence descends into complete muteness, another person steps forward on the dais, this one dressed in pure white robes with golden trimmings designed to look like a Weirwood at each part of his robe. A large ridiculous looking rectangle hat sits atop his head. All in all he looks like a High Priest dressed for office, only more simple and ornate than the High Septon of the Faith can ever hope to be. His face is clean and the magnificent sideburns looks freshly razored. His once bushy beard is also tied in a ponytail that ends up looking like a unicorn horn.
He stares in silence at the gathered crowd before raising both hands atop the air.
"PRAISE BE THE OLD GODS FOR THIS WONDERFUL DAY! I, MARCUS! SENECHAL OF RIVENDELL WELCOME YOU ALL!" his booming voice vibrates into the entirety of Rivendell making the very marble tremble.
If not for the fact that ninety nine percent of the population is totally surprised by the fact that his voice can be heard from one end of the coliseum to the other, they might have frowned at the praise to the "old gods" instead of the Seven. As it is like the sheeple they are, they followed as specifically chosen stooges planted before on the crowd cheer. Soon the entire stadium is cheering, drowning the next few words of Marcus. He has to raise his hand for the trumpets on another blast of silence to make the crowd go silent.
"BEFORE WE START! LET US INTRODUCE OUR ESTEEMED GUESTS WHO MADE THE LONG THE WAY TO VISIT US ALL HERE TODAY!" he booms once more ending with the sound of trumpets.
"LET US WELCOME THEM! THE SEVEN GREAT LORDS OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS!" the crowd cheers wildly as that as eight groups are shown slowly ascending the stairs to the raised platform.
"TO THE PROUD RULERS OF THE NORTH! THE WOLVES WHO FACE THE ICE AND COLD WITHOUT FEAR AND PREVENTS THE WILDLINGS FROM OVERRUNING US ALL! LORD EDDARD STARK AND HOUSE STARK!" the first of the climbers waved as the glass spotlights reflect towards the fur wearing men who looks tall and proud but terribly out of place as couriers lead him to seat at one of the seven thrones while his family sits behind him.
"FOR THE POWERFUL LIONS OF THE WEST WHOSE RICHNESS REMAINED UNRIVALED THROUGHOUT THE CENTURIES, WHOSE WIT AND CUNNING ENSURED THEIR MIGHTY RULE REMAINED ON THE ROCK! TYWIN LANNISTER AND HOUSE LANNISTER!"
"HEAR ME ROAR!" the lickspittles down at the crowd roars as the red armored Old Lion finishes the trek of the stairs, not showing his old age as he does not lack even for breathe despite the long trek.
The Lion of the Rock compared to his Northern Counterpart is obviously dressed to the nines. His doublet is adorned with bits and bits of Delianite pieces, finely crafted to suit his personality. A sash of velvet is also clinging to his person from right shoulder to left hip. His thinning hair and bald head is well-polishedd and his beard is immaculate. Behind him is Kevan with Lancel and his brothers dressed only a little lesser than Tywin. A little more after them is Tyrion also in rich man clothes though looking undignified as he is forced to crawl on some parts of the stairs.
All in all the Lannisters showed every bit of their personality in their entrance; rich, proud and strong.
"FOR THE BIRDS OF PREY AND THOSE ThAT CALL THE EYRIE THEIR HOME! THE REALM WHERE KNIGHTS ARE BLOODED AND TESTED! THE ONES WHOSE HONOR RISE TO THE SKIES! REPRESENTING HOUSE ARRRYN! LORD YOHN ROYCE WITH HIS FAMILY!"
The proud knight along with his family waves to the cheering of the crowd as they took their seat. Unlike the proud lions of the Rock, the Knights of the Bronzegate are wearing simple plated unadorned armor. Despite their sudden influx of gold, the Knights of the Vale are more akin to the Northeners, practical and martial.
"FOR THE RULERS OF THE SOUTHLANDS WHOSE FIELDS GROW EVER MORE! FOR THE ROSES WHOSE THORNS ARE LIKELY TO DRAW BLOOD AS THEIR PETALS ARE AKIN TI INSPIRE BEAUTY! LET US WELCOME MACE TYRELL WITH HIS FAMILY!"
Unlike the other Lords before, House Tyrell appears different. Instead of walking, they are being carried in a palanquin by servants. Its fancy chubby lord steps out looking fresh and none the worse for wear with a jerkin of gold with an undershirt of green. Behind him steps off his grandmother, his children Loras, Garlan and Willas with little Margaery who all waved to the crowd before also takinggg theeeir proffered seats.
"FOR THE RULERS OF THE SANDS WHOSE DESERTS REMAIN UNCONQUERED! WHOSE MARTIAL PROWESS EVEN THE DRAGONS CANNOT OVERCOME! JOIN ME ON WELCOMING THE SHARP-FANGED RULERS OF DORNE TO THE SOUTH! PRINCE DORAN MARTELL WITH HIS FAMILY!"
The applause from the crowd is more muted this time within good reason. Dorne after all did not make any major waves during the events in these past few months or years for that matter. Many of the new citizens of the Rivendell territories don't have an opinion on them yet and are more reserved till they see more.
That doesn't mean that Oberyn who prefers to walk instead of joining a palanquin with his brother lessens his jovial manner. With a twirl and a whish he jumps out and begins waving to the crowd as if he is the very important person in here today. Not a second after his paramour, nieces and children also joined him as they helped a sickly looking Doran to his chair.
"FOR THE LORDS OF THE RIVERLANDS WHO ENDURES ON THEIR POSTS AS THE VERY RIVERS THAT THEY CALL THEIR HOME, LORD HOSTER TULLY WITH HIS FAMILY!"
With a bright wave and a smile, the former sickly looking lord of House Tully are looking spry in his doublet of dark red and green with silver. At his side is his brother, Brynden Tully dressed as a knight of course with Edmure looking a bit tired from the stairs but still smiling at the jubilation of the onlookers.
The cheers are quite loud this time and understandably. A lot of the crowd are actually from the Riverlands and consider the Tullys their Lord Paramounts.
"TO THE LORDS OF THE STORM WHOSE STRENGTH AND POWER CAN BE COMPARABLE TO THE VERY SEAS ITSELF! LET US WELCOME PRINCE RENLY BARATHEON, WITH PRINCE STANNIS AND HIS FAMILY!"
The cheer from the audience this time is a little bit louder as the immaculate garish and handsome looking prince appears almost swaddling in joy at the attention lavished at him. Behind him though is his complete opposite looking taciturn Stannis who looks like he is being forced to swallow an entire lemon whole. At his side are the Lady Selyse and the shawl covered daughter of his, Shireen.
"WHO'S THIS? WHO IS THIS?" the seneschal Marcus gasps and exclaims dramatically before waving his arms open wide. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. LET US ALL WELCOME KING ROBERT BARATHEON, FIRST OF HIS NAME, LORD OF THE ANDALS AND THE FIRST MEN DEFENDER OF THE FAITH AND PROTECTOR OF THE REALM!" he finishes with a big boom as the trumpets sound epically again and the confetti rain starts falling as the last figures climbing the stairs are finally seen.
Unfortunately the man that appears does not in any way fit to the rather dramatic entrance. Fat and big, he is sweating buckets in his black and gold modified doublet to fit his large frame. His face is red and chubby and puffing like a steam engine. Robert Baratheon as proud as he is refused the palanquin that would accommodate him and apparently tried to climb the stairs despite his heavy bulk as a warrior should. What everybody sees as he waddles unsteadily on his feet is a tired looking man who looks ready to fall down any second. Totally not impressive as the King of the Seven Kingdoms.
Following him is his family. Cersei Lannister is a great beauty, none can argue that in her red dress and golden corset. However the permanent scowl at her face mars said beauty and gives her a snobbish look as if someone placed shit below her nose. Following her is Crown Prince Joffrey whose attire is a doublet of blazing red with golden lions all over. He too despite the wonder on his face at seeing Osgiliath looks extremely worse for wear. His doublet clung to him in a completely greasy manner thanks to the sweat that accumulates, courtesy of the long climb at the stairs.
All in all, the Royal Family does not look that inspiring when compared to someone like Renly or Tywin for example who are dressed to impress. Despite reclining on the provided throne for him (and looking not the least impressive) like a lucky hog that managed to escape a pride of lions, Robert Baratheon successfully manages to plop his royal arse on the throne. His wife however has a tremendous scowl seeing that her proffered seat as Queen is a chair behind the throne is instead of a throne beside her husband. To save face though (and because of the stern glare of her father) she takes the seat with Joffrey at her side. The rest of the Kingsguard posted themselves beside the king in silence.
"LET US NOW LISTEN FOR THE SONG OF VICTORY! FOR THE SONG OF LIBERTY AND JUBILATION AND THE SONG OF OUR GREAT CITY!" booms Marcus as the trumpeters sound again followed by the heavy beating of the drums and the sound of thrums of instruments.
"BEHOLD THE GLORY! BEHOLD THE WONDER!
WHAT WE HAVE MADE SHALL BE MADE TORN ASUNDER!
SUCH VAST ACHIEVEMENTS, OF FIRE AND WATER!
BENEATH THE GAZES OF THE GODS OF THE FORESTS!
LAND OF MAJESTY! WHERE THE HEAVENS LIE,
JEWEL OF HISTORY, SHINING BY THE NILE.
WATCH AND BE SILENT! YOU WHO ARE FAITHLESS CHATTEL!
WE THINK OF YOUAS LITTLE MORE THAN CATTLE.
THIS IS OUR LANDS NOW, AND WE ADVISE YOU.
TO BOW BEFORE THE GODS THAT DEFEATED YOU.
YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE! DEFEAT HAS ITS PRICE!
SOME ARE FAVORED BY GODS, SOME ARE SACRIFICE!
THROUGH THE YEARS, MANY BACKS HAVE BENT,
THIS DREAM WE BUILD, THROUGH BLOOD THAT IS SPENT!
LOOK AND BE HUMBLED! LEARN WHAT YOUR PLACE IS!
LOSERS OF WAR NO MATTER WHAT YOUR LAND IS,
THIS IS YOUR POSITION, YOUR LIFE SUSPENDED!
EVERYTHING YOU ARE BEFORE HAS ENDED.
OSGILIATH RISES NOW!
WE HAVE ALL CONTROL,
FROM LANDS TO THE SEA,
TO YOUR VERY SOUL.
(Refer to Joseph King of Dreams Marketplace song)
Suffice it to say that by the end of the booming music, many lords throughout the audience are almost frothing at the mouth. They are after all losers of the War of Faith. The same cannot be said for the Lords and ladies who belong to the winning side. Hoster and the entirety of the Tullys of Riverrun (with the exception of a totally vexed Catelyn Tully who is gritting her teeth so hard that it's a miracle her molars do not crack), are preening like peacocks. Tywin Lannister is also sporting a small smile. The dour and taciturn Stannis Baratheon are smirking smugly at the Tyrells and Valemen who are trying to make themselves as small as possible on their seats. Below the Lords of the North are still happily chanting the song led by the Greatjon (with a very bad sing along echo voice). They are after all worshippers of the Old gods and are going splendidly with the Blackwoods of Riverrun.
The Royal Family also has a mixed reaction. The King himself is guffawing patting his huge belly, terribly amused by the insult of the song to the losers of the War of Faith. The queen however looks like someone r
The only reason that the guilty parties in the crowd do not stand and make an exit is because of the simple fact that they are ashamed. Whiile the song mentioned the defeat of the Faith, it is not after all making a specific on the lords that belong to the "losing side". Thus many of them has no wish of identifying themselves to everyone watching.
There's also the small point that they already have spent many a coin to make it in this tourney.
"NOW LET US COME OUR HOSTS FOR THIS TOURNEY! LET US WELCOME! THE LADY DELIANAH OF RIVENDELL, AND PRINCESS MYRCELLA BARATHEON!"
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Raised Dais, above the Royal Platform
"Are they all here?" asks Delianah standing straight as two aides appear at her side wiping the last of the "bronze oil" from the bare back part of her "Outfit".
It is another gift from the Emperor of Yi Ti and one that's supposed to give her skin a shiny gleam. The only reason that Delianah even entertains wearing this outfit is because it would give problems for her relationship with the Emperor of Yi Ti. A small part of her (and very vain) knows that the visitors would be expecting to see her and she would not disappoint.
"Yes my lady, everyone is already on their seats in the Coliseum. The royals and delegatres are at the Royal Box and the athletes and participants have all assembled in parade below," answers Yasmina.
"And the audience?" asks Delianah as the aides finish wiping her back properly.
"All situated around the Coliseum. Aside from a few scuffles and angry protests thanks to the welcome song, there are no other incidents,"
"Good, thank you for your good work Yasminah. Please do bring my salutations to Castellan Amelia for her work also," Delianah says in acknowledgement with her concubine who bows in respect before wordlessly heading out leaving Delianah and Myrcella alone as the aides also finish on Myrcella's attire.
"You look beautiful Cella," comments Delianah as the Princess of Westeros steps in beside her.
Unlike her, Myrcella wears a gold and black form fitting dress that covers the entirety of her except her neck and face. The sigil of House Baratheon is stitched at the left of her shoulder on a black patch. Her hair is in a tidy bun instead of being let down. At her neck is a pendant made of all Delianite with a gold lion at its end. It is a gift of Tywin Lannister to her and a reminder of her Lannister legacy. Delianah however raises an eyebrow as she espies Myrcella's hands.
"Black gloves?" she asks looking at the Princess who fidgets a little under her stare. "Nervous?"
"Just something to ward it off a little," Myrcella answers with a small chuckle, rubbing her arms. "I've looked outside and there are so many people Lady Delianah,"
"Hey, I am with you okay?" Delianah says holding Myrcella's upper arms. "Everything's going to be fine. You're going to do great. Just stay at my side at all times,"
Gulping, Myrcella just nods as Delianah tahers her hands off. She is however surprised as Myrcella grabs one of her gloved hands, her soft delicate fingers intertwining with Delianah's firm but slender ones. The Dame blinks looking at their connected hands before turning her attention to the owner of said fingers grasping hers.
"Everyone will be watching Cella," she gently chides the Princess who nods her head at her words.
"I know, but please, I am afraid Delia," she replies timidly making the Lady of Rivendell notice the lack of honorary title. Myrcella is sure nervous, and with good reason. Fifty thousand observers is no easy crowd.
"Very well, now come Cella," she smiles mischievously. "Our fans are waiting," says the Dame earning her a small giggle from her friend and (unrecognized) suitor. They step forward towards the opening large door as their name is called. She doesn't forget to pick up the Valyrian spear, Aeglos at the stand near the opening. This is now her moment despite the rather emboldening outfit.
She has to admire Myrcella as the young princess takes a deep breathe before exhaling strongly. Gone immediately is the look of nervousness and uncertainty that she is sporting before. In fact Myrcella looks storng, proud, poised and regal, the very epitome of a royal princess. Her eyes betray her though. Like Delianah, Elsa is a master when it comes to hiding her emotions and despite her looks, that nervousness is still present.
Fifty thousand souls needs to be impressed and among those, quite a small percentage are royalds and delegates of the Seven Kingdoms, each a might of their own. Nobles are quite easily offended by the slightest of things, and many have journeyed here expecting the tourney to be grand. For only a split second, Delianah wishes that she shouldn't have brought Rivendell to its current heights of glory if only the avoid the nonsense ruckus that it might cause throughout the realm. It is only for a moment though.
Magic is might, Wealth Opens Doors, and Stregth always leads to Power, through Power, Peace and Prosperity.
Hand in hand, the two of them walks to the open archway of the raised dais prepared specifically for this moment. Immediately the bright sunlight blinds them for a second or two before their pupils finally adjusted thanks to the transparent drapes hanging on the archs. The sound that meets them is like a wall nearly making Delianah pause in her tracks at the cheers of fifty thousand souls.
She pauses though as she beholds also the first time the Grand Coliseum filled to the brink around the raised dais she and Myrcella is standing on. Even though this is her idea in the first place; it is another thing to see it fully in the eyes. The Coliseum after all is a marvel of engineering, a combination of both magic and mundane effort.
Gleaming white from the marble used to construct it, the Coliseum is beautiful, elegand, wide, very wide that you can fit two full armies in battle here and still have room. The seats and stands of the spectators that come for the tourney are cheering for her and Myrcella(mostly Myrcella since many are still miffed thanks to the song before).
Sparing a glance at her friend, Delianah notices that Myrcella's face also shares the look of wonder that hers has as she marvels at the great engineering of man-made wonder come true.
Knowing that now is a good time as any to finally start off the Great Tourney; Delianah raises her and Myrcella's entwined hands in the air earning more cheers (and no small amount of gasps) from the onlookers. Myrcella looks at her questioningly but Delianah just shrugs as she keeps their arms raised till the crowd hollering finally dies down.
Letting a little bit of her magic enter her throat in order for her to amplify her voice, Delianah speaks out loudly.
"Thank you everyone for coming on this spectacular event. My name is Delianah Tully, Dame and Lady of Rivendell and all its conquered territories. I am grateful that all of you have made the effort of making your way here on Osgiliath's Great Coliseum. I do not want to waste any more of your time, so I will head straight to the point. This Grand Tourney is beholden in honor of the Fallen heroes of Rivendell during the War of the Faith. May their souls rest on the afterlife and be honored among the heroes who died for their country. We will all mourn their deaths but we will rejoice with their sacrifice. We remember the dead but we fight for the living. Hail the victorious dead!"
"HAIL!" thousands of voices respond to her speech, even those who are enemies during the War of the Faith. It is a good speech after all, nice and simple.
"Today, I welcome you all so enjou the feasting afterwards this ceremony. For those who wish to enter the events of the tourney, sign up on the stands and waste no more time. The administrators appointed by the crown will assign the fights as to who goes to who. To the victor, go the spoils. Now that is all, and therefore I personally declare….LET THE GRAND TOURNEY BEGIN!"
Delianah ends with a shout raising her spear to the air making the entire Coliseum shake as the crowds cheer their approval to her speech. As said before, it is completely in their liking, brief, inspiring and on point. It doesn't help that the person saying it is beautiful beyond compare in her outfit. Many for the first time ate seeing the Dame of Rivendell and are enchanted on the spot. Knights, nobles, and many more soon plan it in their hearts to win the tourney if only to get an audience with her by crowning her their Queen of Love and Beauty.
As for Delianah though, she nods at the drummers and singers prepared beforehand who have been waiting for her signal at the edges of the Coliseum. Like a roaring tide, the sound of drums soon fill the air. Heavy beats soon roll around like thunder.
"WE WILL! WE WILL! ROCK YOU!"
The singers sing repeatedly the heavy tone making every soul stand in attention ast he line repeats again and again. It is after all to their fancy, strong, loud and powerful. Most importantly it is new. Westerosi repertoire needs a lot of updating when it comes to songs.
As for Delianah she chooses this song for one reason. She likes it; specifically the heavy beat part. It is a trending on Earth before her untimely demise. She figures it would be a good starting song for the start of the tourney and would tickle the fancy of the Westerosi lords with the big bad powerful armies.
As the song ends, Delianan is prepared to go back in preparing to do public relations for the feast later when another song starts. To her surprise, it does not come from the singers but from the beautiful young woman standing at her side.
The Dame that flies to the stars crosses thousands of miles in the distance
The Dame that travels the stars turns a single moment into eternity
Flowing, so beloved.
She foams through the cradle of life and death.
Ah, oh the journey of a thousand years of reincarnation.
The hand and hand that are connected, to seek each other.
Exchanging hearts, blowing winds, is flying to a new world of color.
The Dame tavels the world, with her golden spear.
The light of the beginning, ever it sparkles.
The light of the end, Del…ia….nah.
The Dame will return with us.
To the hourglass in which time overflows, Del….ia….nah.
The flames of a thousand souls fall smoothly and turn the stars.
Flowing, flying they are beautiful.
And once again in the cradle of life and reincarnation, they light softly.
The song ends with a silence as everyone stares awestruck at the golden princess who finishes with a soft smile. Her voice is like water flowing through rock, the melodies cutting and piercing through the heart and rooting on the soul that everyone is frozen where they are. Delianah herself is still as they are as she stares at the source. Myrcella is smiling as a small ray of light from the sky shines on her. None of that awkwardness or nervousness she has before are present. She is at peace as she turns at her direction giving her a beautiful smile.
For Delianah, she has never looked as beautiful as she does now. Delianah knows many touching songs through her lifetime that touches many hearts. This the real deal though and it is a thousand times more as Delianah can feel her very being squirming comfortably at the melody.
A clap starts from the crowd(ironically coming from Tywin)…and another….then another…..and another before the entire Coliseum erupts into cheers as everyone claps at the beautiful performance. As for Delianah she does not care about them as she looks at the beautiful young face of Myrcella.
"She is no longer the little princess that entered my door so many years ago," she simply thinks to herself as she smiles at her radiantly before raising their entwined hands to the air.
The future is full of promise.
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Servant Raised Tower Opposite of the Royal Balcony
A smirking Rhaenys giggles as she watches the smiling Delianah and Myrcella with intertwined hands. She is here at the servant tower with her guards. Delianah has specifically created this place so that she can have a bird's eye view of the Coliseum and not have to join the masses below. This way she can still be safe without exposing herself.
She is smiling like raccoon though right now at the sight of the two treasured people of her life. Myrcella of course, as innocent as she is has told her about her attraction to Delianah and her desire for them two to be betrothed to each other. Rhaenys of course fully supports it. As far as she's concerned, Delianah would be good to Myrcella. They are after all connected to the hip already and all that is needed would be to make it official and throw them naked together in the bed.
Yet despite her joy, Rhaenys can't help but wonder what is the stinging feeling in her chest as she watches the two with intertwined hands.
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Author's Note: Hope ya like this chapter fellow Westerosi. Can't post till next week since it's my boards at the weekend. Enjooooooooooooy!