Almost Done With My Caard, Give This A Like If You Wanna Be Mains Or Affiliated, We Have To Have Interacted

almost done with my caard, give this a like if you wanna be mains or affiliated, we have to have interacted OOC and written together before

@westerosiqueens gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at his queen, shifting on his feet as he stood near her. He had been at her side since she had come to Meereen, having ended up in the fighting pits shortly after he had left Westeros. The warrior had become a sworn shield, though did not take a vow of the Queensguard. They had been talking about ages, comparing and speculating on those around them. "I turn 19 today, your Grace," he states when asked his own age.

still in progress, but here is my caard atm the muses link to their tag drops while i work on their pages

@lvscinvs gets some Satin

Satin weaved his way through the street of steel, his plan was to get some customers to come to the brothel that his madam had sent him to. King's Landing was far different than Old Town, and he had to be careful of whom it was that he chose to entice to the brothel. He was one of the best at finding men who were lonely and in need of comfort, men who would likely relax after a good long pleasurable night was had.

As such, it was his task to bring the customers to the door. Brown eyes gazed around, landing on a slim figure with silver hair. Silver hair was not wholly uncommon in King's Landing, as it was not uncommon in Old Town. In both cities the noble house that ruled the city was not careful about where they spilled their seed, or how often. He knew of a silver haired Hightower who had fathered at least three bastards in his home brothel alone.

Due to this knowledge he did not think twice about approaching the man. The slim sex worker slid right beside the taller man and practically purred as he spoke. "What is someone handsome like yourself doing out and about all on their own?" He rocked on his toes, looking up, stilling when he saw the patch over the man's eye. Soft dark curls fell as he tilted his head to side to assess if he truly had stumbled upon a Targaryen prince.

gonna try yo write, but i have a cold so dunno if i am just gonna lurk

@westerosiqueens liked for a starter from Daeron and gets him for Gwayne

He ran happily through the halls of the High Tower, making his way to the training yard. His nuncle, Gwayne, had promised to train with him this morning, to teach him a few fancy tricks that would impress people in a tourney. To teach him tricks that were fun in a fight. The young Targaryen Prince weaved in and out, avoiding running into anyone who was walking along his route. Daeron ran into the yard, vaulting himself over the low wall of the training ring. "Good morning, Uncle. Ready?" Excitement was palpable in the air and in his voice.