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who: @tiriusrowan when and where: the main square of lannisport, in the middle of celebrations for lan's day, ruqaiyah dayne has long since been unmasked by safeerah jordayne - irritated the fun is over so quickly, she chooses to sulk on a table alone.

there continued to be the sounds of some stringed instrument, perhaps a violin as she watched crowds of golden haired people slip in and out of various lanes from the main square. in the distance remained the great sept of lannisport, a sept with more gold in it - a part of her wanted to ask whether that gold would be dug back out when the lannisters ran out of gold in their caves, and yet she kept her mouth shut. her brother was somewhere with his mistress, and she refused to be in the company of such tension - even though she was no doubt the one who created such feelings of ire.

in a shocking act of betrayal, it had been safeerah that was the culprit responsible for unmasking her, and she now decided she was quite done with this game. a leg folded over her knee as her dusty pink chiffon skirts fell to the floor, she kept her hand on her jaw as she watched people go in and out of eye line, waiting for someone to unmask safeerah so they could return home. she also ignored the feeling of her brother's distant gaze upon her, no doubt checking she was in the same spot every now and then; a servant sent by him passed by, and she managed to get hold of their attention.

"wine, and tell him i will be staying here." she spoke, stubborn and spoiled to her very core. she would not sit alongside the paramour he had brought into their home.

and then her gaze fell upon a serious looking individual, who appeared equally as unamused; though he seemed to be in conversation with a page, and a woman she had seen before. was this woman not somehow related to the lannisters? was she the one that had married the prince of fair isle? she could have done that. she was far prettier than this woman. she looked away at the brief, unintentional eye contact, taking another sip of the wine. she rose to leave, perhaps because she knew he was old way.

she did not need to speak to such people. only, the woman beside him seemed to leave at the very same time. she looked carefully at his face once again, remembering what her brother had said. "are you not the hand of king cedric tyrell?" ruqaiyah asked, her tone forward; not rude, but false. socialising for a socialite, before leaving. "with the amount you reachmen are in our seas, it looks as though your men have all forgotten the homes and wives that await them, my lord."