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(NB: A huge thank you to Valk, KG, LoonySpoon, and Syndor for their contributions to all aspects of this post, including character perspectives :) )
Location - Casterly Rock, The Westerlands
Casterly Rock had never had such an influx of people in well over a decade, and the Lannisters had worked to ensure that the people of Westeros would still be talking about this for a decade to come. At the foot of the Rock, a makeshift city of tents, pavilions, wheelhouses, wagons, and crude huts had sprung up almost overnight and grown exponentially by the day, as smallfolk, mummers, merchants and traders who had traveled from as far away as Oldtown poured into the West to make the most of the throngs of people arrived for the Week of Weddings, all looking to sell their wares, make money of their own, or simply enjoy the break of the monotony of the life of a lowborn. The press of temporary shelter stretched as far as Lannisport, the Golden Jewel of the Westerlands full to bursting in every manse and tavern as knights and minor lords all dropped their coin to have more accommodating sleep than the hard ground quickly turned to mush by thousands of trampling feet in the fields below the Rock. Two thousand Red Cloaks had been mustered for this event, stationed at Casterly Rock for the duration of the festivities to ensure the safety of the highborn and to keep the rowdy lowborn at bay.
Inside Casterly Rock itself, every lord and lady had been given lavish lodgings, and the nightly entertainments began as a prelude to the Week itself. Three nights before, Lady Theodora Lannister had arrived with an assortment of her greatest proteges from her Academy of Art and Literature in Lannisport. The great hall had then been treated to a series of singers during the evening meal and entertainment, followed by poets the next evening, and an array of talented bards the next. It was a perfect opportunity for those who had been honing their crafts to show off their talents, and several of the performers had been offered coin and a place before several hearths in many houses across Westeros.
Finally, when the festive atmosphere and crowds had reached their height, the Week of Weddings began.
(Leo and Eleyna Lannister)
The Lions Unite
14th day of the 6th Moon
The sept on the top of Casterly Rock was bright on the day of the first wedding, with the sunlight sparkling through the crystal panes of the seven pointed star on the domed roof, throwing the massed wedding-goers into a thousand rays of sunshine. Eleyna was finally ready, feeling calm - almost serene - as she moved down to the altar on the arm of her Lord brother. She was dressed in gold silk, and extravagant but simple and flattering design, offset by the heavy red cloak of her house. It had been a long time coming, and Eleyna could silently admit that she was happy. It had come together nicely, she was paying her family debt, and Leo was a man who would make not just an adequate husband, but a worthy partner and leader in the West.
The septon droned on and on, with the heavy cloak on Eleyna’s shoulders growing heavier and heavier, the weight of the rubies and gold flakes carefully stitched into the heavy red silk beginning to hurt after almost an hour of prayers and vows and song. Finally, she was able to turn and have it removed by her brother, only to be replaced with a similarly patterned and adorned cloak bearing the sigil of Lannister of Castamere. Once done, the septon made Eleyna and Leo recite the words, pledge their vows with a kiss, and announced them one.
The Joust
15th day of the 6th Moon
It was already touted The Golden Tourney, and given the crowds, it certainly was. Wooden stands scaling a hundred feet high had been raised below Casterly Rock, and the people poured in by the hundreds the morning after the Lannister Wedding, to watch the first of the tourney games. The joust, the most prestigious, was pitted first, with many dozens of knights shaking off their night of wine and merriment and donning plates to compete for the coveted title of champion. From mid morning until sunset, the roar of the crowd and the stampede of horses hooves could be heard, along with the crash and splinter of lance after lance, until the champion emerged - *Ser Loras Redwyne of the Queensguard*. To further endear himself to the crowds, Ser Loras was spectated by thousands as he placed the crown of red roses into the lap of Rosamund Redwyne and declared his cousin to be the Queen of Love and Beauty.
(Androw Hightower)
The Union of Lannister and Hightower
16th day of the 6th Moon
It had been nine days. Nine days since their arrival, nine days since Talbert met the woman he would marry and spend the remainder of his life with. The last two Androw did not believe should count, the 8th was Lady Eleyna’s day of happiness, the 9th the Joust. So seven days in truth. Androw had sealed his cousin to a marriage, with a lion of all people, he had spent a mere week with.
Androw couldn’t decide if he was a kind or cruel man. The romantic inside rolled in his metaphorical grave, hating how this had unfolded. What love could blossom between strangers forced together? He dare not answer his own riddle. But joined they would be, for it was the way of things.
“Do you think this will be a happy marriage?” Came a quiet voice, his nerves hidden, but Androw knew his cousin enough to hear them still. Androw stood a few feet away from Talbert, the man dressed in the colours of his house, the finest cloth and silk with a cloak resting upon one shoulder. Androw’s own attire was ever so slightly muted in comparison, but that was the point. It was Talberts day, not his. They awaited the coming of his Lion wife, both Hightower’s standing proud with a straight back.
“I think you shall make it one.” Was all that Androw would say, his voice a whisper that only Talbert could hear. His eyes and all those within the great hall would turn to the arrival of the Lady Lion, splendid in her colours of red and gold, a cloak across her figure. She was beautiful in many ways. “Make me proud cousin.”
As the ceremony began, the vows, the joining and the cheers from those present as her cloak was swapped with that bearing the Hightower sigil, Androw saw his cousin smile. He was happy and the Lord of Oldtown wondered, maybe his riddle had found its answer.
The Archery
17th day of the 6th Moon
The tourney stands filled once again on day four of the Week of Weddings, to watch the archery contest begin. This time, *Ellyn Beesbury of Southlands** walked away from the arena with the winner’s purse, to the absolute delight of the smallfolk, having made her victory shot from over a hundred paces.*
(Rhea Redwyne)
Lion and Grapevine.
18th day of the Sixth Moon
The rays of sun shone on Jason Lannister through the stained glass of the Sept of Casterly Rock as Rhea walked her youngest sister down the aisle. Rosamund shined the brightest amongst the crowd, she was graceful and beautiful and everything a noble lady aspired to be. It made Rhea swell with pride at the thought and sight of her.
They reached the rising where Lord Lannister and Septon stood. Turning Rosamund to face her, Rhea looked into her sister’s eyes, she laid a kiss on each one before finally taking the maiden cloak with their house’s colors and sigil off. She stepped back into her place among the crowd next to the rest of her family, watching as prayers, songs, and vows were said.
“...one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”
Eyes sparkled with unspilled tears as Rhea witnessed her little sister kiss the man that had now become her husband. Worry tinged her heart with what was to come.
The Melee
19th day of the 6th Moon
For the final day of the tourney games, the stands once more filled to capacity, bursting with lowborn crammed shoulder to shoulder to watch the melee, a mash of the finest knights across four regions come together in mock battle. The shaded platforms bearing the highborn were also filled, though with cushioned seats and servants pouring wine for the more fortunate. Once again, the day was filled with screams and cheers, mud and blood, the highs of victory and the lows of severe injury. A hedge knight hailing from Silverhill was carried from the field with his helm dented by a mace, unable to see or to stand straight after the crushing blow, delivered by a man of house Plumm. A knight of House Stackspear broke an arm in a scuffle between four others that left him bloodied on the ground, and a household knight from House Swift lost several teeth. The victor of the day, once again, went to the Knight of the Queensguard and hero of the tourney, *Ser Loras Redwyne*.
(Prince Mace “Wildflowers” Tyrell)
The Lion and The Rose
20th day of the Sixth Moon
On the seventh day of the long list of events and weddings, the final union would be that of the Lady Briony Lannister and the newly legitimized Hand of the Queen, Mace Tyrell. In the days since the Tyrells arrival, the Hand had tried his best to get to know the woman he’d wed. They’d spoken about their interests, wants, desires for the future but most of his time Mace had been busy working. Even in the Rock he’d had to deal with ensuring the Crown would not collapse around him.
And so in truth, there was little time for he and his wife to be. But on this night, Mace had all his attention on her. The worries of Westeros would have to wait until the morning after. For now the world would be permitted to burn as he laid his eyes upon the woman who’d birth his children for him.
Their ceremony went along swimmingly, prayers were said by a Septon, songs were sung and before long. Briony would have her Lannister cloak stripped from her to be replaced by the sigil of Mace Tyrell. Until the sigil he’d personally bore, this one was the classic golden rose of his house. It marked the start of their lives together, and before all the eyes of those in attendance, the pair would lock their union with a kiss.
Mace Tyrell and Briony Lannister were now one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.
The Closing Feast
21st day of the 6th Moon
The feasting during the Week of Weddings had never ceased, with each night filled with flowing wine and celebrations and entertainment. On this night, however, the standard had been raised yet again, and the Great Hall had been transformed from the foreboding seat of Lannister government with its towering windows and great chandeliers, to what was undoubtedly the most festive place all of Westeros saw that week, or would see that year. Five long tables of great oak dominated the space. The center table ran east to west, perpendicular to the hall’s layout. It was flanked by two tables on each side running north to south. The last sunlight of the day trickled in through the keep’s windows, creating soft beams of light that focused in on the empty space in the center of the tables. Hundreds of candles were laid out illuminating the tables, and four tall torches were set out in the center, illuminating the area.
A grand array of dishes were to be made and displayed at the Lannisters behest, each wedding as extravagant as the last. Ranging from the most delicate spun-sugar unicorns to the most exquisite cream swans. An exhibit of all the wines were present from sweet Summerwine to sour Dornish reds. Along with pastries and cakes was a bounty of fruit - pomegranates, oranges, grapes and cranberries, among others. Boar, duck, chicken, and deer were among the main courses.
Pages, squires, and maids were busy moving around the Lion’s Mouth serving the drinks and getting everyone to their seats. Ale from the Westerlands and wine from the Arbor being the most prominent drinks for the guests. People made conversation about many things, filling the chamber with the thunderous noise of voices. The nobles discussed the state of the realm, renewed old acquaintances, and made challenges, jests, and jokes.
Entertainment would also be provided during the feast. Much of it being paid by the renown Lannister gold. Bards sang and played on their lutes and harps, careful not to play any sombering tunes at the Lannister’s request. Volantene acrobats were the first main act, performing in the empty space in the middle of the tables. They made leaps, spins, and maneuvers the Westerosi didn’t even have names for.
The feast carried on well into the evening. Much was said and done by all, as plots were concocted, friendships were renewed, and conflicts both started and became resolved. Such a night where nearly all the nobility in Westeros was present was truly a night to be remembered for years to come. A Week of Weddings was no small thing, and this event will certainly go down in history.
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The eagle returns, keeping his distance upstream. He settles, perched high on an exposed fir branch with excellent visibility. He’s clearly observing me….or perhaps tending to his fishing hole. As I watch him, I try to anticipate what he’s thinking, but come to the conclusion that humans will never understand what animals truly thinking. As humans, we believe we can understand everything, and thus have control over all of it - mitigating lawlessness. Such thoughts are arrogant. Life is built from chaos, with a heavy foundation in mystery. As I get caught up in my own existential thought stream, I struggle to focus my gaze on the eagle because he keeps quantum leaping from branch to branch, until vanishing entirely. I squint to try and find him. Gone.
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Crossing a large field, the grass was several days overdue to needing a mow. The blades were high enough to wet your socks, but not enough to look unkept at a distance. The dew saturated my shoes, giving my soggy toes a pleasant squish inside my sneakers. Being aware of my feet, I took notice of the ground I was passing over. The blades of crab had grown tall enough to expose knobby, elbow-esque nodes, but ultimately what caught my attention was the satelliting of the grass’ spikes. The spikelets were pointing in specific directions, unveiling a micro jet stream of pollen that spread across the whole field like veins. Thousands of tiny rivers, all intersecting, and floating away from me at ankle height. The spikelets, it seemed, were leaning actively into these channels in an attempt to catch passing pollen. As the floating pollen passed by, the particles delicately sparkled with a dichroic twinkle as they shimmered over the grass, eventually disappearing into the thicket on the far side. I walked with the flowing channels, feeling none of it, but seeing all of it.
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