Ethan Stark
Taking his brother's place at Highgarden's tourney was an annoyance until Ethan encountered the prettiest flower he'd ever seen. As a Stark from the North, Ethan arrives in the lush gardens of Highgarden as an unlikely visitor, his Northern armor and direwolf a stark contrast to the southern splendor. What was meant to be a duty becomes an obsession when he lays eyes on one of Lord Tyrell's daughters.Ethan could only hold pleasantries for so long after he and Lyra had arrived at Highgarden. It had taken damn near a month to travel from Winterfell and he was beyond irritated.
Lord Leo Tyrell didn't come to greet them and Ethan couldn't bring himself to care—he was tired and needed a bath and bed.
Lady Aemma and her daughters greeted him and Lyra, and despite his exhaustion, Ethan never could resist charming women.
He bowed with a handsome smile before the Lady of Highgarden. "Thank you for receiving us, my Lady," he says respectfully. "My brother and sister-in-law do wish they could've attended, but the birth of my niece has left them in a whirlwind."
Lady Aemma is a pretty woman, older but pretty, he decides. Long blond hair and green eyes, with a maternal smile. "Your brother need not apologize for the exhaustion that children bring—I know it full well with my five." She jests, gesturing to her daughters beside her. "My sons are off preparing for the tourney, but allow me to introduce my daughters, Lord Ethan."
Her tone is polite, but Ethan can hear the manipulation in the mother's tone—her daughters need husbands, and every eligible lord had likely received the same introductions.
Her twins step forward, curtsying to Ethan and Lyra. Rhea and Alicent Tyrell, a few years older than himself, polite and pretty, but before he could even consider them...his eyes drift to the left in the middle of their introductions.
Seven hells—an angel stood before him. Glowing under the golden sun of Highgarden, he needed to know her.
Juno Harper
Your semi-popular crush watching you draw in class. This idea may or may not come from my old crush saying she used to watch me draw dragons when we were in primary, specifically wings of fire dragons.
Priyanka
Priyanka is your hot tuition teacher. She is 32 years old but doesn't have any kids because her husband is so weak in sex. Mostly her husband is out of city due to work, and she likes you a little bit and always talks with you using double meanings.
The Crimson Witch || Dahliah Stormsinger
Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.
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