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 IT WAS PERMANENT, FT. KAERSYN
NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 05:04 PM
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
“The guards report that they have successfully detained the swellsword described from earlier sightings, Princess Nymeria,” the head of her personal guard solemnly announced to her once he was granted entrance to her bedchambers. He was a worn and weathered retainer of House Dayne who went by the name of Glynn and eagerly accepted the position when Nymeria Martell settled into Starfall as Ulrick’s betrothed. Time had crept late into the night, bringing a sable twilight to hang overhead the desert in a tranquil fashion. But Princess Nymeria was anything but placid as she paced so fervently a path where her feet wandered had nearly worn down the smooth stone of the castle floor. “Bring him directly to my chambers. Now, her curt tone commanded Glynn before he could suggest waking Ulrick and weaving his presence into the pesky ordeal.

She gazed down at herself briefly, her vexation tinging the edge of her stare a muted scarlet at the thought of facing Kaersyn Snow under these circumstances. Her attire hadn’t been switched to garments more suitable for slumber since she was relayed the initial report of the bastard’s sighting outside of Starfall. She adorned her usual form fitting, opaque attire that only classified as acceptable for a lady in the nation of Dorne. Viper’s Bite remained in her grasp as she continued to strut, loosely held in her grasp for the sake of her sanity. Her sheer black veil secured to the crown of her head followed behind her fluidly, floating serenely in an overt contrast to her tempestuous demeanor. Nymeria was pulled from her fuming rumination at brisk movement sounding from the hall directly outside of her chambers. “You don’t need to request entry, Glynn,” the viper barked, her words cutting through the heavy door of her chambers.

The warrior obliged to the princess’ request, swinging the door open wide to allow the proper room to drag the familiar but intoxicated figure of Kaersyn Snow. The guards deposited him immediately before Nymeria, who now stood stationary in the center of her private quarters. Her blazing stare spoke volumes while she remained silent, digesting the presence of a man she had one time regarded as far more than an ally. “I almost disregarded the reports of your sighting, but the Seven must have been watching over me today. Kaersyn Snow, why have your travels brought you to Dorne? As both a Martell and Dayne, I am anticipating whatever answer you plan to provide,” Nym spoke, her lips taut and the words spitting out of her mouth as scathing as wildfire. She did not offer him a seat or further inquire about his well being or anything of the like. Her only prerogative was the answers he had yet to speak.

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KAERSYN SNOW
 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 07:14 PM
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They told him to shut up multiple times, the inebriated Kaersyn Snow reluctantly abiding to their demands seeing as they used a specific name in his presence. Of course Nymeria was behind the man's current imprisonment but what else was new? How long had been since the wedding? Two years? Something along those lines, Kaer couldn't remember considering his concerns lent themselves to more pressing issues. Like survival. However, if there was one thing the viper did correctly it was coil around her victims once she captured their attention.

Being brought through Starfall hadn't unsettled the intoxicated man who found himself within its walls, through suspicious means. Rather, he just smirked when carried in silence to the one pulling all the strings. Wasn't much longer before the sellsword had been thrown into the middle of the room. Darkened strands of hair draped themselves over his visage, the attractive male waiting to be addressed with that gesture tugging at his lips. Those sun-yellow orbs of his immediately latched onto the crimson hues of the auburn haired Martell.

"Wow, placing faith in the Seven? That's something new," Chortled the bastard sellsword, who gave a slight shrug after the fact. "As a bastard, Princess Lady Nymeria Nymos Martell-Dayne, I can assure you that I was doing little more than taking a piss before your men came and rounded me up," He explained with a faux sheepishness. Never once did he take his eyes off the woman he used to journey with. Even after the couple of years that went by, she remained vibrant, demanding, and venomous like he last remembered her. Except this time, her apparel held a more lady-like theme to it. Something that didn't look all too bad on her. It was obvious the bastard sellsword was checking her out.

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NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Feb 1 2018, 08:46 PM
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
He was a fragment of her past, a shard that had lodged itself into her flesh so deeply she was unable to dislodge it. The Nymeria Martell of sixteen years had turned her back on the wanderlust that plagued her soul over eight years ago. Unbridled and fueled by every desire and dream she clung onto, the opportunity to claim her allegiance with the wind and its ability to travel wherever it wished had come to a bittersweet conclusion long ago. Kaersyn Snow belonged to that segment of her life but he had refused to acknowledge the position he had been assigned in the princess’ life. She was of twenty four years, married to the man who held half of soul, and shouldered Dorne’s worriments but still inadvertently grasped onto the wraiths of memories of the past.

A sword was produced from Glynn’s scabbard with precise haste, the fiercely razored point of the blade intent on making its presence known on the flesh of the bastard’s neck. Nymeria’s reactions surpassed those of her accomplished guard; her hand snapped forward and one of the blade’s of Viperbite clanged sharply against Glynn’s blade. The Dornish woman’s scorching gaze traversed from Kaersyn to the head guard but her words were notably smooth as she addressed him, saying, “Your vigilance is appreciated but unnecessary, Ser Glynn. I can undoubtedly defend myself against a drunken sellsword. You and the rest of my guard can take your leave now.” He nodded dutifully to Nymeria, placing his sword in its sheath before turning to exit her quarters. The entirety of her guard followed behind him, leaving her chambers to feel spacious and open without the comical number of men watching over her.

Her own weapon fulfilled Glynn’s objective: One of Viperbite’s blades was poised close enough to Kaersyn’s throat he would surely feel the coolness of the metal emanating against his flesh. It was nothing more than intimidation tactic; one the viper believed would be received by the man in an unfazed fashion. Her hand lunged back abruptly, placing the spear on the ledge on the mantle stretching across the length of one of her quarter’s walls. “Taking a piss a short distance away from Starfall, the Dayne’s keep in Dorne? You’ve traveled deep to the south of the realm but what is the reason behind this particular location? Did you want to waltz in and offer me a fleeting ‘hello?’ My men have tracked your movements for the past two days but they can’t reveal your motives to me. Tell me now, Snow.”

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KAERSYN SNOW
 Posted: Feb 1 2018, 11:04 PM
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Their time came and went. A lady under questionable company like a bastard who fought for the highest bidder definitely drew the attention, of those that bothered to gaze in their direction. They were perfect partners in crime where all the morally grey areas could be delved into. Between murder, thievery, and plain debauchery, both Kaersyn and Nymeria indulged in it heavily. Truly, some of his better years were spent fighting by her side and their ragtag band of sellswords, but alas, their fates were two completely opposing elements. Name, duty, responsibility, all of it were required to be upheld by the Martell. Something she came to realize after that fateful nameday.

That and the fact the two loved each other. "Loved," being the keyword.

No matter how much they pined for one another, Nymeria and Kaersyn already walked their separate paths. Even now, these paths have crossed and brought them back together, yet they were on opposite sides of the road. A man covered in sweat and dirt, kneeling before a lady who demanded nothing but respect. These were their lives now.

"Stings," He'd say with a brief bit of laughter as that blade pressed against his neck, the captain of the guard already showing his emotional weakness. Kaersyn's smirk only widened when that secondary blade deflected the other, the bastard trailing it up to its wielder. If anyone deserved the right to threaten or kill the Northerner, it was the Viper of Dorne. "But her bite's worse," Grinned Kaer, as the one known as Ser Glynn left with his compatriots. Now all that remained were the bastard and the lady.

Kaer didn't falter one bit with any sort of intimidation tactic used by the Dornish woman, and simply awaited for her to barrage him with questions again. One of her assumptions hit the nail on the head. Dropping his cocky facade, genuine emotion sprouted within the inebriated male who spoke simply, "Perhaps I did just want to say 'hello,'" Started Kaersyn, "Years past and all you can do is ask for my help. Not even concerned about me or anything of the sort, so I figured you must have really been bothered with something and I came to investigate," His voice was smooth, arrogant even as he addressed the spear toting lady. It was a likely story as any, especially considering the nature of his arrival.

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NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Feb 2 2018, 04:19 AM
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
“You speak like you’ve been on the receiving end of my bite, Snow,” she quipped to him, the corner of her lips curled back to reveal a devilish grin to the cobalt haired man kneeling before her. Her stare flitted over to Viperbite, an expertly crafted spear the Martell princess had toted around before she had initially met the bastard. Its blades had sliced at his flesh and he had felt their fury numerous times before. “You don’t think a viper can change their bite after all this time?” Nymeria’s words rolled off her tongue, swathing Kaersyn in a tantalizing blanket of her her speech.

Her stare strayed from her coveted weapon over to the man she had once coveted in the same fashion. When she glanced at him, Nym was reminded of a nauseating sense of nostalgia she wished flush from her system immediately. Turning away from the bastard in an unnecessary flourish, her steps brought her to the ornate table placed across from her excessive bedpost. A cask of of Dornish red was homed on the table and she whisked a chalice inlaid with intricate gold markings into her grasp. Filling the cup to the brim, she did not hesitate to press it to her lips and take a hearty gulp from its contents. “I feel the wrath of the Faith upon me tonight,” she murmured under her breath, cradling the glass tightly as she turned to face Kaersyn once more.

“Do I appear bothered to you? Nestled safely in the castle of Lord Dayne, reveling in the leisurely time I am given as Princess Martell and Lady Dayne?” Her words were seething but they were executed coolly, a sardonic edge meant to razor Kaersyn and the foolishness of his suggestions. She closed in towards him with calculated steps, bending over slightly to stretch out a firm hand to place beneath his chin. He was unable to avert his gaze, the molten vermillion of her hues boring into him. “I don’t appreciate the facade. Speak with sincerity. Now. Lest you wish for me to call Ulrick into my chambers. Then we’ll truly have a festivity on our hands, no?”

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KAERSYN SNOW
 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 03:53 AM
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That was their history. Written with first blood, their meeting started with them clashing blades and he laying flat on his ass. Kaersyn never expected someone with such a bite and so, he shared a similar expression tugging upon his lips. Yes, he personally felt the bite of the viper. And lived.

"Age and experiences seems to have changed a particular viper," Commented the bastard, further getting a feel for the woman in front of him. Figuring out the angles he could pick at, but knowing her, she'd likely chuck that spear at him at the first sign of prodding. Nymeria knew his tactics and wouldn't allow herself to be so easily peeled at. Truly a vexing situation to be caught in. This isn't how he expected their reunion to transpire. Wonderfully gilded walls of a pristine castle room, a beauty drinking her frustration away, and the tense banter of a couple of old friends.

"I don't believe its your preferred day to day, but I think I'd do just about anything to have leisure time," His words were spoken casually, with another shrug given at the thought. A sigh left the man's lips once his thoughts began to properly formulate within the cloud of alcohol. Though her hands were smooth to the touch, Nymeria's grip was firm and commanding. All Kaer did in response his quirk an eyebrow at her "threat." "Not like you to call on someone else to get the job done, Lady Nymeria," A hint of annoyance coated his words.

Honesty was his best ally in terms of a solution. His gaze hardened to a degree and those yellow orbs defended against piercing vermilion, Kaer's brow furrowing slightly. "Well, since you're so curious, I got a job to do. Unfortunately, luck had me pissing on your precious castle and so now I'm here," That was the abridged version of everything, Kaersyn not bothering to go into detail since it didn't really affect Nymeria nor House Dayne. Just a series of events that landed them all together in that one room. Without a doubt, his partner should have been swearing his bastardized name up and down, trying to find wherever it was he disappeared to. NYMERIA DAYNE

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NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 04:02 PM
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
How many years had it been since their initial confrontation? Nymeria didn’t need any time to discover the answer; it rested at the top of her recollection as naturally as her name or other pieces of basic information. Eleven years since first time Viperbite had struck the man four years her elder and sent him flying to the ground. He had not actively been a component of each year but Kaersyn Snow hadn’t ever entirely slipped from her thoughts.

“Time shapes everyone, even the bastard of the North who has wandered deep into the depths of the South,” Nymeria commented loftily, her comment passed through her lips as she were exhaling scalding flames. Receiving reports of a particular bastard roaming through the dunes and the shadow city had given the eldest Martell daughter the proper time to prepare herself for their interaction. Yet, this was now how she had imagined a reunion after two years of transpired time would have occurred between the pair. He complicated matters she had intended to approach in a curt manner but the most remote part of the Dornish woman was contented by his mere presence.

A vexed sigh sounded from the viper, who had essentially loosened her hold on a prey she no longer had the right to claim her ownership over. The thought on caused a flood of nostalgia to begin to suffocate her mind, begging her fingers to reach for the chalice she had released to confront Kaersyn Snow. Instead, her vermillion stare bore into the man before her, seemingly searching for something unknown. “See, that’s the peculiar thing about life. I could have very easily been born the bastard and you the crown prince of Dorne. But the odds were piled against you, Kaersyn, and you will bow to me and speak courteously because the Seven frowned upon your existence,” she spoke in a hushed tone, the words coated with venmon. “Lord Dayne is my counterpart; he’s involved in every matter that concerns me,” Nym proceeded to correct the bastard.

Her physical hold on the man was surrendered, her hand falling from her chin while she turned away from him. While he provided her with the explanation she had demanded since Glynn had brought him to her quarters, she busied herself with mindlessly pouring herself another full glass of her country’s wine. She briefly mulled over his words, turning back to face Kaersyn with a taut smile forming on her lips. “You’re feeding me the most barren tale, which leads me to another inquiry: what business brings you so close to one of the grandest castles nestled in the desert?”

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KAERSYN SNOW
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 09:25 PM
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Wisdom spewed forth from his former paramour's sultry lips but apart of him wondered if that was really her. He resigned himself to believing it was true, Kaersyn not one to argue with Nymeria for extended periods of time. They weren't entirely different beyond their status as bastard and princess respectively, but it was that key difference in their birthrights, which ultimately tore them asunder. No doubt, it's those very same things that influence the very same conversation right now. Where she spoke with vitriol and he with nonchalance, there was obvious tension brewing that became palpable as time went on.

"And they so happily smile upon yours," Retorted Kaersyn, a scoff escaping his lips though he initially wanted to hold it back. His hands balled into fists so tightly the knuckles turned white. Rather than let the venom metaphorically course through his body anymore than it had, Kaer closed his eyes and breathed. "I wonder what's suddenly inflated your ego. You were always a prideful snake, beautiful and graceful with a spear, sharp with your wit and words, but now," His voice trailed off once his eyelids fluttered open, "But now you're like the highborns of Westeros." And that's how he'd leave it. No other explanation since he felt as though that needed no further elaboration.

"Lady Dayne, I was in the middle of an escort. Given you know how sellswords operate, I am being paid to assist in making sure someone doesn't die, because I was held captive under extremely questionable reasons," He'd throw a raised eyebrow her way, a smirk finding its way back to his lips. "Should you have no further use for me, I'd like to leave and rejoin my party as soon as possible." The sellsword thought it wise to keep it business-like, his tone, honorifics, all of it.

Squirming a little in his position, Kaersyn peered down at his bindings and rolled his eyes, muttering a few curses at how unnecessary it was.

NYMERIA DAYNE

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NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Feb 12 2018, 04:15 PM
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
She was more of a Sand Snake than a princess or lady but even the most wild of predators was required to refine themselves for appropriate occasions. An interaction with a paramour of the past did not classify as a suitable instance but Nymeria’s mind had already been numbed by a day of stale talks with one of the vassal houses of Martell. It was an act completed on behalf of her father, the King of Dorne whose frail health only remained in a weakened state. With the added tension of her emissaries scouting for updates on Kaersyn’s location, the edge attributed to her current demeanor was unable to be alleviated.

Nymeria tensed when his scoff reached her ears, an act of insolence would have never dared commit years before. But they were now placed into a starkly different situation from their days of navigating as a motley crew of sellswords with Nym as an accessory to all of their disputable endeavors. “I’d switch positions with you in the beat of a heart. For true, Kaersyn. Yet fate does not often allow shifts simply because of jilted beliefs,” she spoke to her, the one of her voice undeniably absinthal. The strain of his words did not subside, but a fraction of the stress was released in a seething stare. “I’m Dornish, not Westerosi. The next time you choose to rashlessly liken to me the rest of the realm, your tongue will be the price for your words.”

Kaersyn immediately shifted back to a pronouncedly sardonic demeanor as she provided her with an explanation of his purpose of inhabiting her country. The princess was able to keep from rolling her eyes but a curt sigh passed through her lip. “I’m Princess Nymeria before Lady Dayne; it’d be wise to recall the sequence of honorifics,” was the only response she offered to his tangent. Her lips pursed before her vermillion stare fell onto Kaersyn once more. An unprovoked light began to blaze behind her gaze, accompanied by a slight nod of her head. “Release you? You were trespassing. I’d have grounds to indict you for such a crime.”

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KAERSYN SNOW
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 02:23 PM
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This was a situation where words failed the both of them. Kaersyn finally averted his gaze from the viper and settled it to the floor. A strained sigh escaped his lips as he beat back the emotions that the alcohol tried to flood his expressions with. The bastard refused to show any kind of weakness that'd give Nymeria anymore ground than she already had. Though, he did visibly roll his eyes regarding the threat of losing his tongue. Kaer knew she was Dornish but her attitude was very reminiscent of a Lannister cunt. Eerily close to it, but the crimson-eyed woman was lucky she was who she was, or else he'd serve to deliver more insolence with each tone.

"Ah, forgive me. Never one was to remember how honorifics went. Too many names and titles. Sometimes it's just easier to be called 'bastard,'" Snickered the male though his gaze remained downward. A deep breath taken allowed him to compose himself once more, Kaersyn returning his stare to the bodacious princess. A shrug of his shoulders came yet again when threatened with indictment. "Would it be trespassing if the merchant I was protecting up until this point, had their destination set in Starfall? Would you really indict a sellsword merely fulfilling his duty? The man gave a faux sheepish facial expression and tone of voice, finding it hard not to crack it with the snicker welling up inside.

"Princess Nymeria, if you'd like further proof of my innocence then I humbly beseech you to scout for the merchant, and the other mercenary who accompanied me. One Clavos Fremen, and Evangelique Flowers. You'll find our stories match up, if you don't believe me," Kaersyn said without his eyes wavering one bit. The truth being spoken by the bastard was rare, and in this case it was a necessary tool to utilize. That way, he wasn't facing the wrath of both Nymeria and Ulrick, a man he didn't want to see again. Which started to look like more of the case if they didn't wrap up this little confrontation soon.

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NYMERIA DAYNE
 Posted: Yesterday at 12:22 am
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nymeria.
nymeros martell-dayne.
She was growing weary of her interaction with the ghost of her past. It felt as if a lifetime had passed since the days she had roamed Westeros and beyond, free as the wind caressed her face and urged her forward. The winds of Dorne were not of the same disposition; they were harsh and unforgiving, refusing to relent to those foolish enough to wander the desert on a glacial night. Nymeria was currently the embodiment of a desert wind. The bite of the viper was a threat that had not subsided, a reality she was aware Kaersyn would never overlook. But for the moment, she relied on the chill of the wind to guide her through the conversation with the bastard of the North.

“Does a bastard even require forgiveness? Every choice you make is made with the knowledge you have already caused shame to the entire realm. In the eyes of the Faith, of course. Bastards are regarded as nobility in my country, but surely you have been informed. I’m unsure of how they treat those who do not wear the name ‘Sand’, though,” came her response, the words rolling off her tongue in a languid fashion. Nymeria stared down upon Kaersyn, her body remaining rigid despite the air of nonchalance she had seemingly adopted. “I’m assured the merchant you are sworn to protect would not appreciate being brought into the charge of an intoxicated swellsword. That’s entirely overlooking the fact that no merchant would travel through the chill of a desert night,” she concluded, her stare sharpening.

He may have been rattling off a sincere explanation, but it was falling upon deaf ears who had exacted the little amount of patience possessed by the serpent. She reached forward violently, tugging on the manacles in a manner only known by a select few. They loosened, crashing to the grand to release Kaersyn from their constricting hold. Nymeria’s stare continued to cut into his flesh, her arms folding loosely over her chest. “You will leave Starfall immediately. By the break of dawn, you will also have left Dorne. You are not welcome in my country; that is a decree made by Princess Nymeria Nymeros Martell. Leave.”

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