It’s been so long since the last update and I feel terrible that I make you guys wait
This is probably going to end up WAY longer than I planned and it might just work out better split up
It’s my birthday this Saturday and I wanted to post something before the weekend, since I plan to be a lazy bum for the rest of the day and just rest
I tweaked some of the facts a little bit to fit more into the canon of both TV shows instead of the books. ‘Coming of age’ is reaching eighteenth birthday, not sixteenth. There are also some ideas from the TTG video game thrown in.
Also, have I spent WAY too much time browsing through my “A Feast of Ice and Fire” cookbook? Yes. Yes, I have.
“In the depth of winter, I finally
learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus
Alec stands next to his father in the
great hall, discussing the possible terms of the trade they are going to settle
when a messenger interrupts their meeting. The delegation from Dorne has been
spotted at the bottom of the winding path that leads up to Idris castle. It
won’t be long before they make it to the top, so Robert orders his family out
to the courtyard to wait for their guests and greet them properly.
The castle is a buzz of activity, people running back and forth. The staff is in a
mild state of panic - they have been for couple of days now - not only because
of the arriving guests, but also due to Alec’s eighteenth name day celebration
that is a little over two weeks away. Alec really, really
doesn’t think that any kind of festivity is warranted just for his coming of
age, but it’s tradition and Lightwoods are - if nothing else - traditionalists.
stands at his father’s right side, Isabelle on his left, then Max. His mother
would have also stood by their father’s side, but giving birth to Max proved to
be too much for her body and she passed away shortly after bringing him into
this world. At the end of the line is Jace, whose father was assassinated years
ago and Robert took in his friend’s son as his ward.
The Dornish party is over forty people strong, but only a dozen or so come up to
the castle and the rest set up camp in the village below. Alec stands up a
little taller as the visitors enter the courtyard, the sound of horses
announcing their arrival even before they’ve entered the gates. Alec has seen
Dornishmen before, so their dark skin and sharp features aren’t that much of a
surprise. They arrive on sand steeds, an easily recognizable and breathtakingly
beautiful breed. There are a handful of guards mixed in the party and at the
head of it is the ruling Prince of Dorne, Ragnor Fell. Alec has never met him,
but with hair as white as snow - so atypical for Dornish people - he can’t be
mistaken for anyone else. He is a tall man, with a strong, chiseled jaw and
bushy eyebrows. There is a sword strapped to his side that swings slightly as
he descends from his horse and he’s wearing a black and gold travelling cloak -
they all are, actually. It’s still the middle of summer and it’s actually
pretty warm, but Alec supposes that when you’ve lived in the desert for your
entire life, even summer weather in the North must seem freezing cold.
Sorry for not picking these up as quickly. I’ve been fighting some stomach problems that are just now clearing up so I should be back on track to finish up this week! harukami is on proofing as always.