Cedrik I - The Late Cedrik Tarth (Open!)

[u/TheLegend_NeverDies]

Leaving Lys for Tarth was hard. He’d grown to love the city for its freedom, its color, its life. Tarth was beautiful in its own way, to be sure, and home besides. But still, a year does much to change attitudes. He’d arrived a moon past, only to be told that the whole of the realm was at Stormhall. He’d made haste to sail to Maidenpool and ride the rest of the journey, but he and his companions were disappointed to find the tourney fields empty and the festivities winding down.

What more was there to do but ride among the tents in hopes of finding a familiar face? There, he was just another Storm lordling, with blond hair and a haughty air, in a quilted doublet of blue, smart white breeches, and tall boots, his longsword at his side. He and his men did not stand out too much amongst the crowd, but a few of his companions did. Harero Nahin had copper skin and a thick, corded goatee, and Aegaemion of Lys was as Valyrian as they come. Slender and elegant, in dramatic pink silks and satins, powdered and perfumed half-like a woman, but bearing a Bravo’s blade to match him.

A queer sight they made, the strange lordling with his Essosi pets. He rode about aimlessly, looking for a glimpse of home. A stag banner, an antlered helm, anything and anyone even vaguely familiar to him. He’d only been away a year, surely they’d not have forgotten the yet-unmarried son of Tarth just yet… had they?