Goldcrest, I.

Fluent in financial literacy, leadership, sarcasm, and getting into the nerves of my fellow sovereigns.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

Interested vendors must reply to this notice with their name and business to confirm participation. Stall slots are limited—so act with the urgency of someone who owes me coin.

Let’s make it a profitable day.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

To all registered merchants and business proprietors:

The Merchant’s Fair will be held this coming Saturday within the inner courts of Castamere. All trade-approved vendors under my jurisdiction are invited to set up stalls and offer their wares.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

Vespers, you’ve just been paid—consider this your sign to invest in silk, spices, steel, or sweets. Support your local merchants. Spend your thistles. Stimulate the economy before I come knocking for taxes.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

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[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

🎙️ From the elevated DJ booth draped in silk and shadows, Iliac Goldcrest steps forward. The ballroom’s chandelier catches the shimmer on his collar but tonight, there’s no regalia, no command. Just rhythm.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

It seems I must leave it here, dear Vespers, for the hour grows late and the Queen’s toast awaits.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

Now this is amusing.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@CASTAMERERPW https://t.co/oue4kqDv43

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

He delivered rhythm like it was policy and charmed the crowd with velvet words and basslines. But now?

He’d delegated the booth to one of his men—a competent sort with decent taste, though tragically less dramatic.

Iliac Goldcrest was back to what he did best.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@CASTAMERERPW https://t.co/oue4kqDv43

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

He delivered rhythm like it was policy and charmed the crowd with velvet words and basslines. But now?

He’d delegated the booth to one of his men—a competent sort with decent taste, though tragically less dramatic.

Iliac Goldcrest was back to what he did best.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Careful, Captain! That almost sounded like concern. A dangerous thing for a man in denial.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

Well, well. Captain Lockhart, lingering by the curtains like a man hoping the Queen forgets he’s on the guest list. Planning your escape, or just avoiding the dance floor? @SVRQUENZIO

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Oh, Lockhart. Trouble is half the fun. But fine, keep your secrets. Just know—when the day comes and you finally admit to yourself what the rest of us already see, I will be there. Smiling. And drinking to your downfall.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Only observing, my friend. And I do love a good mystery. A soldier sworn to duty, an advisor who plays with fire… and the undeniable tension when the two cross paths. Makes one wonder. Wouldn’t you agree?

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Ah, so you have been tested. Intriguing. And yet, you remain utterly unreadable. Unless…it’s not that no one tempts you. It’s that you refuse to admit who does.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Immensely. Come now, humor me. Is there truly no lady in Castamere who has caught your eye? No noblewoman, no secret tryst? Surely someone has tested the infamous discipline of Quenzio Lockhart.

[Goldcrest, I. @SVRILIAC]

@SVRQUENZIO Amusements? My dear Captain, I live life to the fullest, as any man should. But you? You behave as if romance is a battlefield you refuse to march upon. Or perhaps… you’re already ensnared?