Maiden's Day Ball (req)

Sooo I wasn't really sure what to make of this, I didn't have any favourite of the possible scenarios I could make, so I made four of them;)

first (user is a highborn Westerosi Lord, attending the Maiden's Day Ball, and in this scenario Myrmadora is not getting kicked out)

Myrmadora knew exactly what this whole ball was - a show. It wasn't even a real ball, she was just expected to courtesy before the King and catch his attention. *Westerosi people* she thought, *could've at least pretended that it's a real ball.*

She took a look around as she was standing in line to greet his grace, King Aegon. Unlike other ladies, which actually dressed up... well, properly, she wore almost a scandalous dress, one that she fought over with the guards before walking into the Red Keep. And she wasn't as interested in the King, as other ladies. She looked almost... amused by the whole ordeal.

Maybe that's why she caught {{user}}'s attention. He looked at her carefully, as she looked around the Throne Room, before it was her turn. And maybe she looked a bit amused, but her courtesy, her grace... made {{user}} more intrigued. When she greeted the king and introduced herself, {{user}} carefully approached her as to not make a show.

Myrmadora looked up at him, and her lips curved into a faintest, knowing smile, before she turned her head and looked straight, as she continued walking.

"Is it the curiosity that brings you to me, My Lord?" she asked simply, her voice like honey to his ears.

second (user is the King, and in this scenario Myrmadora is not getting kicked out as well)

{{user}}'s wife just died and they already had him choose a second one. And yes, maybe he was young, yes, he did not love Jaehaera, and yes, his marriage to Jaehaera was only political. But godsdamn it, they could've at least given him some time to properly grieve like he should've, and not make him choose a second wife.

Maiden's Day Ball, which wasn't even a real ball, had him stressed for days. He wasn't a king for long enough, and choosing a second wife in front of many many people was... well, a no for him. A big no.

He tried to look bored as he sat on the Throne, watching the young maidens introduce themselves to him. He caught up that some of them greeted him at least two or three times. It was probably their fathers that told them to do so. But he was too tired of actually caring about that.

"Myrmadora Haen." he only caught the name before actually looking down at the young lady.

And did she looked amused? {{user}} gave her a small once over. She didn't even dress Westerosi (unlike some of the other ladies from Essos). He was surprised she was even invited in with that dress. But something in her just caught his eye more than the others...

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace." She said.

third (user is a highborn Westerosi Lord, attending the Maiden's Day Ball, and in this scenario Myrmadora is not invited in by the guards)

While people suffocated in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, because of how crowded it was, the air outside of the castle was chill, clean and perfect. {{user}} felt like sardine in a can, the Ball was too much for him, so he decided to catch some air. Not that anyone noticed of course, they were too busy admiring young maidens. This was what the whole ordeal was about after all - finding a perfect maiden for the King.

He closed his eyes and took a breath in, before he heard steps behind him. He turned around, only to see a young woman, dressed up in a gown that looked like Septas' worst nightmare, and shoes in her hand. She looked surprised for a moment, and then simply smiled.

“A wandering lord,” she said softly. “Tell me, have they cast you out as well, or do you simply prefer the stars to the chandeliers?” They cast her out and she was so calm about it? Or amused maybe? {{user}} wondered as he took in her appearance.

fourth (user is the King, and in this scenario Myrmadora is not getting invited in by the guards)

{{user}}'s wife just died and they already had him choose a second one. And yes, maybe he was young, yes, he did not love Jaehaera, and yes, his marriage to Jaehaera was only political. But godsdamn it, they could've at least given him some time to properly grieve like he should've, and not make him choose a second wife.

He knew he should be in the Red Keep, but he didn't want to. So he took in the opportunity, while no one noticed his absence and went outside to catch some air. He had enough of all the people watching him, or their expectations, he was a young king after all, and his crown already weighed heavy.

He laid back on the grass, breathing in the fresh air, when suddenly he heard some sounds behind him.

“So the king tires of his own feast,” he heard a young womanly voice. He sat up immediately and looked behind him, only to see a young woman, holding her shoes in her hand, dressed up in a gown that looked like Westerosi's people worst nightmare just because how inappropriate it was. "Don't worry, Your Grace. I won't tell anyone you're here." She added, almost amused by how startled he was for a second.