WINTER SONG.

Beth Cassel; Daughter of Roderick Cassel. “I now believe true strength is found with vulnerability in forgiveness, in love. There is a beautiful upside down truth, which is that these moments of purest strength appear as weakness to those who don’t know better.”

[elisabetholsens]

Bree + hair appreciation

[bethcassel]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋

kindness , she did not expect that. daenerys had not truly understood how fearful she truly was to be in king’s landing after all. surrounded by enemies on all sides and with no place to run. this woman’s face was friendly in a way she couldn’t dispute , she could not see past her smile to wickedness as she did with so many of the rest of them. they watched her with greed , without the respect her family name should garner. a freak among the rest of them , and a danger. 

“ it is harsh , yes. it is nice though. truly , i’ve never seen such beauty. ” she spoke truthfully. the capital was a gleaming giant , from where she stood all was stunning but she wasn’t quite so naive to believe that this beauty stretched out to the peasants living below. “ a strange place nontheless. have you visited king’s landing before? ”

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍.

beth’s uncle had died, fighting for lyanna stark at the tower of joy. a tower she was only in due to the targaryen’s and the madness that seized the kingdom up until aerys had fallen. she supposed she could be resentful, at least for jory’s sake, but the war had ended decades earlier and this woman had only been a babe at the time. in truth, to beth, she looked like a character from one of old nan’s stories come to life. she and jeyne, along with sansa used to swoon at all the stories of the kings and queens of the south. aemon the dragon knight and his lady love had always been beth’s favourite.

“ 𝒏𝒐, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚, 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ” and she still had not adjusted. every market vendor was the most impressive one beth had ever seen until she moved to the next, immediately enamoured again. the keep was the impressive, all their new gods on the walls in beautiful mosaics and stained glasses. most of all, beth loved the fruits that she hadn’t even thought to have existed until they were presented at tea. “ 𝒊’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚, 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝒊’𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍, 𝒊 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆. ”

[bethcassel]

Looking over at the sound of a response - oh, it seemed he wasn’t alone - Loras raised his eyebrows, a dry laugh escaping him. “Too sweet?” he repeated, looking the girl over. Her clothes certainly don’t express her origins to be through a great house, and, if she was, Loras would most likely have learned her face by now. “Who are you, exactly…?” he asked, perhaps a bit impolitely. He then realized that that’s probably not the way to go about this conversation, despite the fact that he’s insulted for the Reach’s wine.

“I take it you’ve never had wine from the Reach before, because this isn’t nearly as sweet as they can get. Not to say that sweeter is always better, of course, but… this is about average, give or take…” he muttered, trying to think back to sweeter wines he’d had in his lifetime. “If you don’t like it, I’ll gladly take the rest of yours.”

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋.

he looked her over much the same as the other lords and ladies of the court and found her wanting. “𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉, ” she clarified, suddenly nervous. sansa wouldn’t have been so silly as to disparage the wine. “ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉, ”  she answered, the answer falling flat. “ 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, ” as if loras tyrell knew or cared who ser rodrik was. her cheeks flushed a little, aware in a moment that she was no longer a little fish in a pond that everyone could spot, but a guppy in a vast ocean.

“ 𝒏𝒐, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉, ” he was a pretty man, the floral nature of tyrell apparel might have looked feminine to some, but beth thought it was complimentary in its beauty. she saw little comparable embroidery in the north. “ 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, ” she smiled, holding out the goblet with a plain smile. “ 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔. ”

[samtpfoteundhasenfuss]

[bethcassel]

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋.

King’s Landing was certainly not Loras’ favorite place in Westeros. It was busy, it was crowded, it smelled odd, there was a lack of beauty. A lack of greenery, to say the very least. Hells, even the wine they drank seemed to come from the Reach. He felt as if he’d done enough mingling in the crowds; he needed some space to himself, and, in this godsforsaken city, the only space he could find was in the palace gardens, still nursing a goblet of a wine from his home region. “At least the wine is acceptable,” he mused aloud to no one in particular, giving it a look. Loras was already dreading having to go and retrieve another glass.

beth had never looked so out of place. even in her finest gown, she washed away among the extravagance of the south. she couldn’t even find it within herself to be jealous, instead she watched on with wistful, eager eyes and a full goblet. the wine was too sweet, like candied plums. each sip was syrupy and unpleasant, but it did not stop her from doing so over and over until her drink was half way to empty. it was nothing like the wine back home, but slowly she was finding a taste for it.

“ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒅𝒓𝒚, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕. ”

[bethcassel]

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍.

names and faces , faces and names , daenerys walked the grounds of the red keep and ran through the families in her head once more. she felt as though she walked in circles , this place so huge and winding , the hallways paved with gold. how strange that her father had ruled from this gleaming fortress , that she had never lived here , never been held in his arms. a mercy , perhaps. 

she made her way out into the sun , it beamed brightly upon her and she felt its warmth hugging her skin. her fingers brushed over the stone walls of the keep built by her blood , more family lost to history. what would maegor targayen think to see the true heir banished to become a hostage in her own home , to see the mad king ripped from the iron throne? would she be lost to these unruly families as her brother was? 

she found a terrace overlooking the sea and watched the waves , the blue so deep and sparkling beneath the beaming sun. she imagined herself plunging into the waters , swimming away from this place. her pride kept her put , and so did her imprisonment. 

dany jumped at the approach of another and turned quickly , her head dipping. at times she felt as though she trespassed on king’s landing , for she truly didn’t belong here as the others did. the rebellion saw to that. “ my apologies. i thought i was alone. i’m not usually so jumpy. ”

“ 𝒐𝒉 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. ” was there anyone in the seven kingdoms that would not know daenerys targaryen, even from behind? the silver hair and haunting violet eyes of her family made her one of the most recognisable faces in westeros. even to a northern girl like beth. she was lovely to behold, but imposing. even stripped of her claim, beth felt the weight in the air between them and knew regardless, she was speaking with a princess. it was odd, she’d never felt that way with theon, no matter how many times he boasted about his fathers salty seat.

“ 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 ? 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. ”

[bethcassel]

𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖.

he walked beside beth, gazing up at the red keep in awe. winterfell was huge, but the red keep was a different kind of castle. not a city within itself like winterfell seemed to be but… a true and proper keep. they, no doubt, did not shelter their people during winter like his lord father did.

he scoffed good-naturedly, glancing her way and laughing a bit for good measure. “𝑰’𝑴 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮, 𝑺𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬, 𝑨𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑻, 𝑰𝑵 𝑵𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬. 𝑰 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯, 𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻.”

he straightened his clothing a bit, and he looked down at it. in all honesty, he was sure the rest of his family had proper clothes, but he had often been overlooked when it came down to it. he probably should have just asked for… well new clothes. “𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼. 𝑶𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺 𝑰’𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴. 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵’𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑩𝑬…𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻.”

she was grateful for his laugh. since beth had grown from child to woman, she had to learn that the cute, humorous remarks of a girl to a liege lord was not the same as a woman’s teasing. she grew nervous in robb’s company, worried she’d grown to comfortable in her station and he may take offence. jon was not so imposing. “ 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 ? 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. ” she laughed; but there was truth to it. jon snow had grown into a fine man. if he’d only been born to the right mother, women all over the seven kingdoms would be ready to duel for a smile from jon stark. 

“ 𝒊’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒊𝒇 𝒊’𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓. ” beth liked their southern dresses, the weight of them compared to the thick wool and pelts of the north managed to make her feel like she was floating. though the corsets of the south were tighter, more rigid. the first evening she’d unlaced she swore she felt her stomach slide back into place. “ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒔. ” beth grinned. “ 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔. ”

[bethcassel]

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

beth is more ambitious than one might think. she desperately wishes to elevate her houses standing, make them land-owning lords and give them a solidified place in the north. she knows that she and jory are the last chances to grow their houses stature and fears that her cousin is not up to the task, as he remains unwed and any child she produces would carry her husband's name. as she has no ambition beyond the north, southern marriages offer her little even if she could manage to land the opportunity. if she could latch herself to a karstark bastard, she might could hope to bring him into her fathers position as master-at-arms and earn him a knighthood with potential for growth–– barely a step forward, but any child she bears with a bastard will carry the cassel name first and foremost. she’s ambitious in way she pursues her goals, but they are not steep dreams, beth has learned to reach within her means.

[bethcassel]

amaryllis, carnation, gardenia

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?  

beth is a validation craver, which often results in her feeling pride in whatever she does/says/achieves that receives encouragement or praise. with her father that was hunting, with jory it was numbers, with sansa and jeyne it’s embroidery and so on. she beams whenever she feels she has done something worthwhile and often latches onto that activity, trying to replicate her successes until she grows bored.

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

beth is comfortable in her gender and how she as a woman fits into the world. not because she’s happy with every aspect of womanhood as much as it’s never really occurred to her to challenge the norms she has been dealt. as she is of a small house, it is expected that she understand and be capable of some “masculine” activities, such as hunting, wood splitting, farming at times, so she is not as chafed as some other ladies who are strictly confined to “feminine” activities. That being said, Beth ADORES feminine activities, she loves to sew, sing and play the lute, she looks forward to marriage and children ( when she is not forced to confront the minimal agency those things extend to her ) and certainly enjoys the company of other women. she considers herself lucky to have those hobbies afforded to her but also be permitted to ride, hunt and forage. 

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

beth is not one to confess, but people tend to know all the same. she struggles to control her reactions and as such has a TERRIBLE poker face. beth doesn’t hide her feelings out of pride or fear of rejection; merely because she was taught it was polite to do so and that men should proposition her and not the other way around. with women, however, beth tends to be a little more forthcoming as she is used to speaking frankly with them, however, she is not immune to tongue-tied idiocy around a pretty girl. 

[bethcassel]

“𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏. 𝑯𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑾𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎.”

[bethcassel]

bluebell, chrysanthemum

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

beth is a clever girl, she tends to learn from her past but does so quietly. she’s not one to loudly claim her mistakes as part of her journey but rather tries to silently correct to present the image that she is blemish-free. if beth is forced to confront a mistake, she is prone to becoming defensive to varying degrees, based on where the confrontation is coming from, which can prevent her learning at times in her desperate attempt to seem infallible. however, when given time to reflect or notice her mistakes herself, she is incredibly adaptive and often manages to avoid retreading the same messes.

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

beth expresses love through acts of service. she does whatever she can for the person she loves, feeling a sense of obligation to make herself appear indisposable as she has little outside herself to offer. she is known to made trinkets, gloves, hats and even cloaks as gestures of affection, typically hunting the pelts herself (she spent weeks trying to bait only white rabbits for the gloves she made sansa for her name day). how beth feels about love in general is complicated, she believes in it, even believes that someone would love her specifically, but knows that there are many practicalities that will get in her way. most of the men that she meets, she will be ineligible to marry, those she can wed are likely to contribute little of value to her house. she’s very much a romantic, the first to blush at the first sign of eye contact, she wants a husband she will love, but who will also provide her with the means to better her family. but she understands her station and will marry whomever she’s told.

[elena-gilbert]

Game of Thrones - 6x04 // Outlander - 4x09

[bethcassel]

holly , peony & willow !

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

beth is definitely someone who experiences gut feelings when it comes to meeting people. she is a very warm, excitable person; when she encounters someone that makes her falter, it makes her wary. when that discomfort is triggered, she tends to quiet down and use her lower station to play ignorant as an excuse to say little. growing up in winterfell, she knew almost every face and few gave her cause for concern, theon, however, always made her nervous. she does not tend to have great intuition about events or surroundings, only people, which makes sense considering how people-oriented beth is.

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

a happy life contains a husband and children, beth is traditional in that sense and a very well known romantic. she also hopes to secure land for house cassel to finally put them in a better standing than staff. as much as she loves the starks, she does not want the entirety of her lineage dependent on their employment. she knows, however, that will not happen as she can only marry within the north and there are few families lord stark would consider for bestowing land upon. if lord stark had a handful more of sons to spare she might have gotten lucky with another cadet branch of stark, but unfortunately she’s likely to marry a third-generation frey.

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

she sews. anything and everything she can get her hands on to keep her productive, even if it’s only mending jory’s socks. beth doesn’t cope well with sadness so for the most part she attempts to stave it off. when it does manage to really sink in deep, she is aloof, hard to find and even harder to get an answer from.

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[bethcassel]

𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖.

jon had never been to king’s landing before. he’d never been farther than the neck, honestly. his youth had been spent in winterfell with her summer snows and bone chilling winters. jon had never felt such 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻 before, and it was getting to him.

“𝑰'𝑴 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀. 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭𝑭.”

no one but her father had called her little beth in years, she was a woman grown now and no longer prone to extravagant flights of fancy, but she could feel the way her eyes had lit up at the sight of the capitol. they remained bright, full of a child’s wonder. little beth had come again. she’d never imagined she’d see the south, in fact, she thought she’d be lucky to see white harbour even. if she was unfortunate enough that her father made her a match with one of the many excess frey great-grandsons, she might have one day even seen the twins but kingslanding? not even beth dreamed so large.

“ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 ? 𝒊’𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. ” beth japed good-naturedly. she looked him over, wondering if there’d ever been a man who looked more ill-fitted to the crownlands. perhaps his father, but it would be a close race to be sure. “ 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝒊’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. ”

[bethcassel]

“ 𝑯𝒆’𝒔  𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒐  𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚  𝒉𝒆𝒓, ”  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒉  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚,  𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. “ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂  𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒃𝒆  𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎. ”

(  SOPHIE SKELTON,  CIS FEMALE,  SHE/HER.  )  could  that  really  be  BETH CASSEL  of  HOUSE CASSEL  the  LADY  of  N/A  entering  the  keep  ?  king’s  landing  is  sure  to  benefit  from  the  TWENTY-TWO  year  old’s  ability  to  be  both  VIBRANT  and  CLEVER,  but  beware,  whispers  also  say  they  have  been  known  to  be  A GOSSIP  and  JEALOUS.  their  loyalty  belongs  to  HOUSE STARK  and  they  SUPPORT  the  notion  of  peace  throughout  westeros.  /  JB,  SHE/THEY,  24,  GMT+10.

“  𝑻𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔  𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓  𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔,  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓  𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅  𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔  𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚  𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅  ;  𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎  𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒉  𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍,  𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.  ”

like all other cassel’s, beth is fiercely loyal to the starks. her uncle died at the tower of the hand, fighting alongside eddard in lyanna’s name. her cousin jory is captain of the guard and her father, the master-at-arms. the cassel’s have been loyal residents of the starks for many generations, even taking ten white wolves as their sigil, due to house cassel having no canon words, i’m going to keep the only fanon one i could source which was ‘raised by wolves’. cute enough words, but these came in earnest appreciation for house stark, a bond that has inspired loyalty right down the family tree. the starks were the ones to elevate their positions, to home and claim them for a vassal, they honour them as such.

beth had four other sister that barely made it past infancy, let alone childhood. her father has wed three times, but beth does not even recall her own mother. beth feels wrong to miss people she did not know, but she does contain a somber emptiness when she looks at what remains of house cassel, even her cousin is the only one to remain of his line with her brothers and parents dead.

like her father and cousin, beth resides within winterfell as the cassel’s have no large land titles of their own.

beth adores sansa stark and jeyne poole. despite being closest in age to arya, beth would follow sansa and jeyne around like a lost puppy, hoping that she might join in their princess games.

she had a crush on bran when they were children, it wasn’t until she matured that she understood she was a lady in courtesy only, house cassel had nothing to offer the starks and she would never marry the little lord. while that used to disappoint her greatly, especially as it was her only opportunity to claim sansa for a sister, she has grown out of her puppy love for bran.

beth has a lovely singing voice and can also play the lute. her stitch work is functional and sturdy but she has never mastered the prettiness that sansa brings to embroidery.

beth is confident with a bow, her father taught her to hunt at a young age. being master-at-arms there was no one more fitting, though beth loathed how he would boss her about during their lessons. he had little patience for when she whined of her shaking arms. even still, she remembers fondly how proud he looked whenever she succeeded. from rabbits, eventually to bucks and even boars, he beamed at her victories. her father, however, drew the line at sword play, not wanting to ward off any marriage prospects should his daughter seem unruly.

she longs to try hawking one day.

beth would support a stark monarchy.

LOVES dogs. if she didn’t love jeyne, she’d be friends with her anyways just for an excuse to visit the kennels.

an absolute romantic dreamer. once she could no longer fantasise about her own prospects, she latched on to sansa’s; often whimsically reminding her that she very well might marry a prince some day.

beth finds it difficult to keep a secret, she loves to gossip (rather she loves when people find her interesting) which has gotten her into trouble in the past.

she’s come to kingslanding with her cousin while her father remained home in winterfell. while the north has no mention of ladies in waiting or really any court structure, thank u georgie, she’ll likely be acting as a lady in waiting to sansa and arya. 

[zenndaya]

And, as a woman, there’s no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living or to support my family, and if I had my own money—which I don’t—that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. And if we had children, they would be his not mine, they would be his property so don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition because it is. It may not be for you but it most certainly is for me.

— LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig