( caitlin stasey, she/her ) — bearing the stain of the name hill, jeyne, the bastard of house brax, is twenty-eight years old and known to be alluring, though also quite brazen. interesting how someone like them came to be known as the sullied unicorn, brax’s shame. ( you have been granted a better life than birth would allow, and for that you are grateful. you know your place in the world, yet refuse to allow yourself to be seen as lesser due to your name. you are unashamed by your status, seeing it instead as a source of freedom to do as you wish without fear. )
about me:
I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.
Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.
discord is thrift store hobbit#5805
basics:
Name: Jeyne Rosamund Hill, bastard of House Brax of Hornvale
House: Brax
Age: 28
personality:
Jeyne has always been incredibly headstrong. She knows the world will see her as somehow less than due to the nature of her birth, but she refuses to allow herself to be affected by such views. She is kind, but can be hard when necessary. Life can be hard for a bastard, and she understands what it can take to survive. That’s not to say she won’t speak her mind, even when voicing a more unpopular opinion, but she will handle herself in ways that can gain agreement from those who may not agree otherwise.
quick facts:
This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts
tba
background:
One might expect a bastard to walk through life with their head hung in shame, yet Jeyne has always refused to conform to that assumption. She never asked to be born out of wedlock or ass the result of some affair, and so far a she is concerned, she shouldn’t have to pay some price for her father’s promiscuity. Even as a child, she showed a wanton disregard for the role which she was meant to play as a bastard. A disregard that certainly wasn’t helped by her father’s willingness too accept her into the household to be raised amongst his trueborn children.
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tags:
☙💠❧ you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen // visage
☙💠❧ our memories they’re more than just our history // musings
☙💠❧ yeah i’ll stick with hell nos and headphones // playlist
☙💠❧ everything is brighter ‘cause the limit is the sky // aesthetic
☙💠❧ look greatest when you feel like a damn queen // wardrobe
☙💠❧ some days you feel so good in your own skin // physique
☙💠❧ but i’m not afraid when the rain won’t stop // moodboard
☙💠❧ most girls are smart and strong and beautiful // about
☙💠❧ gonna give it to you in capital letters // mention
☙💠❧ i know how to scream my own name // conversations
☙💠❧ you know just what to say // meme
☙💠❧ things that scare me // answered
☙💠❧ scream my name // ooc
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all evening all anyone had to say to helaena were their congratulations on her betrothal. she knew eventually her father would find her a match, undoubtedly one she did not want, but that didn’t make her any less annoyed at the announcement that she would be wed. she wanted nothing more than to scream the next time she heard the word congratulations come from someone’s mouth. the princess let out a sigh as she saw another guest approach her, “if you have nothing better to discuss than my upcoming nuptials, you can go, i do not wish to hear another word of my betrothal.”
“I was actually bringing you another glass of wine and lend an ear. Surely you have more than a few bitter words towards the betrothal you’ve yet to be allowed to put forth. I know I certainly would were I in your place.” To say Erena had ever hid her dislike of the idea of being sold off to a man to make an alliance, as that was essentially what a betrothal was, would be a lie. She was dreading the day her father found her a match, counting each that passed without as a blessing from the gods. “I also find hitting things can help, if talking’s not your top choice.”
HE HAD SEEN what he was supposed to be wearing to the targaryen twins name-day celebration weeks ago and yet rennick still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to wear a black tunic if he was just going to switch into one later the mere minute the excitement of it all died down.
that’s when he found himself wondering the red keep aimlessly after the pigeon pie had been served, loosening the braided silver ties on the heavy velvet fabric of his royal blue tunic. it sat underneath a leather jerkin that matched his breeches and he would have burn the stupid thing to ashes if he could. “I look like a bloody fool,” the young bolton whispered to himself as he began to head down stone steps quickly by twos until he had reached the bottom.. but before he caught himself turning the corner he could hear someone down the narrow end of the candle lit corridor.
“expose yourself. it’s impolite to lurk around when a lord is present.”
As much as she enjoyed a grand celebration, even the young Glover had to step away for a break. It seemed nothing could prepare one for the festivities of a royal family member’s nameday, much less when such a party was shared by the twin princesses. She’d snuck away no more than fifteen minute ago, thinking she’d bought herself a period of privacy before a voice broke through the silence. “I could say the same of asking a young lady to expose herself to you,” Erena piped up, flipping the meaning of his words as she stepped forth from the shadows. “Hiding from the party as well, are you?”
THE SKY IS DIFFERENT THAN in dorne . less than a day and he already longs for it— for cloudless skies and red dust , for the heat beating down on his back . the crownlands , no matter what northerners might say , are far too cold . when he had first left them ( nearly a decade ago now , and isn’t that odd to think of . once upon a time , he had thought himself forever trapped ) he had sworn to never return . and yet , here he stands . ❛ no , my lady ❜ he says , the words touched with something bitter , ❛ neither do i . ❜
His tone was intriguing to say the least, tinged with salt beyond what she had expressed. “Something tells me you and I have two very separate issues with King’s Landing.” After all, his agreement seemed to lie solely with her secondary statement, rather than he comments on the heat. Despite better judgement, curiosity was getting the better of her. “If I’m not over stepping, perhaps you could share what troubles you?”
IT WAS HARD FOR THE STARK to hide how unhappy he was. the heat, the smell and the people ― more than enough for him to feel indisputably uncomfortable there, just like many other northerners. regardless, there was nothing he could do but pretend everything was fine. it didn’t include, however, repressing a grin at the complaints he heard next to him. “ you know, they say the same thing about the north, every time they dare to ride above the neck. „
“That’s simply because they’re far too weak to handle our supposedly harsh winters.” Emphasis made deliberately to imply she didn’t necessarily agree with the depiction of Northern weather. But then, Erena had always fared far better in cooler climates back home, had always overheated far more easily than others. Turning towards the Warden of the North, she allowed a subtle smirk to claim her features. “Just don’t go around claiming I said so. I have a feeling egos are fragile around here, and the last thing I need is to be making enemies.” No, her father was enemy enough.
with a gentle sigh, theon approached ryella & his newest niece., as her struggle was to clear for him to just ignore. normally, he’d let his sister in law to figure things out by herself, as it should be ― but, at that point, it was impossible for him to not do something. “ aye, little baby wolf… showing the world the true stark spirit, aren’t you? „ the ruling lord said in a gentle tone, before offering ryella a reassuring smile. he’d already been in her place, many years ago, when his first child was born ― and he knew how hard it was. making it impossible not to sympathize. “ it’s the heat. her clothes are far too warm for the weather here and she’s not used to it… and i don’t blame her for being all upset, as i also feel like it’s melting my very own soul. „ another smile, icy eyes hovering the new stark and her mother. “ and how are you feeling, ryella? „
There was a combination of guilt and relief at the helpful words offered by her brother-in-law. On the one hand, it was nice to know that it was nothing she’d done wrong to offend her child. No need that had gone untended to. The counter to that was simply that, “I should’ve known.” Ryella herself had found the heat to be rather suffocating, but she’d been able to adjust and manage it after a few days. Being as young as she was, it shouldn’t have been such a mystery that Arya too was suffering. “Like more of a failure with each passing day,” she answered him, already beginning to strip the baby so that she would be wrapped in a more breathable fabric until she could find clothes better fit for the weather. “Right when I think I’ve gotten motherhood figured out, some new obstacle appears. The lack of sleep certainly isn’t helping either. How did you and Maedelyn manage it?”
“Please rest now, sweet girl.” Light cooing that sounded almost desperate in its delivery. With only three months of motherhood under her belt, Ryella was still struggling with deciphering what her infant’s cries each meant. Faced with a much fussier Arya than she was used to ever since their arrival in King’s Landing, she was at a loss as to what her daughter needed. In all honesty, it was everything the Stark could do not to cry herself. She’d spent the entirety of her pregnancy fearing she would fail her child, and it seemed that fear was hellbent on proving itself true. “I wish you could simply tell me what you needed.”
( danielle campbell, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the lady of winterfell, ryella stark née frey. the twenty-four year old is known for being gentle but has the tendency to be timid too, which should be expected of the grey lady. ( you disappear in a room full of people, just as you’ve learned to do to survive. scars litter your skin to tell a tale of a more than troubled childhood. you have suffered and feared for the worst in an initially loveless marriage. yet time has passed and you have finally found comfort in one you never expected to love you or love in return. )
TRIGGERS: miscarriage, depression, postpartum
about me:
I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.
Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.
discord is thrift store hobbit#5805
basics:
Name: Lady Ryella Alys Stark, née Frey, of Winterfell
House: Frey (by blood) & Stark (by marriage)
Age: 24
personality:
Ryella has never been someone that one would describe as brave. Fact of the matter is, not many people would know just how to describe her. Not because she is any sort of enigma, but merely due to the fact that she’s never been able to stand out in a crowd. But then, perhaps that’s been by choice. She’s always been fairly shy, after all. It takes time to get to know her, to learn how to move aside the curtain to find the truly kind and gentle girl hiding just behind it. Effort most don’t seem to deem worthy of their time.
quick facts:
This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts
married to Henrik Stark
they have a beautiful 3 month old daughter named Arya
he truly is the love of her life, despite how rocky they may have started off
dubbed the Grey Lady due to her ability to disappear like a ghost
honestly one of the gentlest people out there
like, she is hella soft once you get past her initial shyness
a few weeks before her wedding to Henrik, he was meant to visit House Frey in order to finalize everything
he sent his twin in his place as a sort of test
only after the short visit had concluded did Ryella send a letter to to the real Henrik asking if he was alright
as she assumed his brother had been in his place due to illness
she simply hadn’t said anything at the time, as she didn’t wish to embarrass him or his family so close to the wedding
suffice to say she passed their little test
background:
Eldest of two, Ryella is the only daughter born to the ruling lord of House Frey. Even from a young age, she knew her main purpose in this life was to be married off in order to buy some sort of alliance with another house. This knowledge, however early it came, never made the socialization aspect of her life any easier. Ever the timid spirit, she was far more content to keep herself hidden in the shadows of a room. Happier to hold her tongue than risk speaking up only to say the wrong thing, or worse, to make no sound at all. It seemed that for all she made up in looks, her skittish nature made her undesirable as a wife. Were it not for a needed bond between the house of Frey and Stark, who knows if she ever would have wed.
Ryella was fourteen when a betrothal between herself and Lord Henrik of House Stark was put into motion. However, it wouldn’t be until four years later that the wedding would actually occur, due to complications caused by the death of Henrik’s father. After nearly three years of discussions and hammering out the details of the agreement, the betrothal was finally set back into motion. In order to help the future couple get to know one another a bit better, Ryella was sent to stay in Winterfell for about a month. The first few days together were spent in near complete silence, neither one speaking in an otherwise empty room. Then the weather took a turn for the worst, the cold seeping into the young lady’s bones even with a roaring fire.
The chill was a blessing in disguise. One moment Ryella was trembling in her chair, and in the next she was covered in more blankets than she could count. It seemed that Henrik had noticed the girl’s trembling even as she’d kept herself quiet. Finally their silence was broken as she uttered a soft ‘thank you.’ The first of many words that would follow, as the two seemed to grow close after that initial ice breaker. It was an unlikely match, but one that the Frey was more than grateful to have been blessed with, as she knew she was amongst the lucky.
Luck, however, has a strange way of shifting when needed most. After her wedding to Henrik at eighteen (he was twenty-two), the couple had difficulty in conceiving a child. A misfortune that followed them for the first three years of their marriage. Sadly, even when they did manage a pregnancy, fate was still against them. Ryella suffered an early miscarriage, and with that came a depression that sometimes haunts her even now. Henrik was supportive, of course, mourning the loss with her while doing everything he could to assure her that there was no blame to be had in what happened.
The years that followed were difficult. Yes, Ryella wanted to give her beloved husband a child, but fear of another loss seemed to stand in her way. It took months before she could get into the mood to make love. Even then, she couldn’t stop the sense of guilt that followed. Guilt worsened by the return of their inability to conceive. The fact was, even if Henrik refused to lay blame for all that had happened, Ryella believed it was somehow her fault. That there must have been something wrong with her.
It was a belief proven wrong when she grew pregnant for the second at age twenty-three. The first few months were filled with a terror she’d never known. Ryella prayed daily for the baby, and rarely ever left Henrik’s side for fear she’d simply crumble without his presence. The relief she felt the day Arya was born couldn’t be expressed in mere words. She would deem it a miracle, her sweet baby girl a gift she never thought she’d receive. Until then Ryella had listed her wedding as her happiest moment. She’d never been so glad to be proven wrong. Even now, three months later, one could easily catch her staring at the infant in disbelief.
tags:
☙🕯❧ better keep my eyes wide open // visage
☙🕯❧ they keep screaming louder and louder // musings
☙🕯❧ your heart beats like a marching drum // playlist
☙🕯❧ we all got nightmares in our dreams // aesthetic
☙🕯❧ i have cold blood even in a sweater // wardrobe
☙🕯❧ i can hear your heart beating on the bars // physique
☙🕯❧ started saying if you can’t hide run // moodboard
☙🕯❧ i tell them my story it’s never enough // about
☙🕯❧ everybody’s been talking believe it or not // mention
☙🕯❧ and words got shorter quiet got longer // conversations
☙🕯❧ i don’t wanna fight // meme
☙🕯❧ gonna leave it behind // answered
☙🕯❧ wild heart // ooc
if you have any questions or would like to plot, feel free to hmu to chat !!
“I think it may be why they drink so much: to cope with the heat. Very different from drinking to warm the soul back north.” Maeve held up her own glass in a tongue-in-cheek toast before pressing the cool metal against her neck. “Or perhaps it’s just why they’re all so dramatic? I certainly don’t think there’s nearly this much pageantry or intrigue anywhere the temperatures are the least bit bearable.”
“Not sure I can agree with the latter sentiment given my own love of dramatics at times.” As a child, Erena had thrown more than her fair share of amplified fits, and she always enjoyed making a show of her defiant behavior, even now. Easily done when nearly every move made was one her father disapproved of. “But they certainly do have a flair for pageantry that seems to be lacking back North. Lovely as everything is, though, I do miss the practicality of things back home.”
“really? i’m enjoying it, it’s refreshing to be able to wear something other than what i wear at home, to be somewhere different for once.” oriana had never traveled far from riverrun. being out of the riverlands was exciting and new for the girl.
“Ana, I do feel a need to point out that you’re far more prepared for the heat than I am. Even on our best day, Deepwood Motte has at least a dusting of snow.” Something she was greatly missing in King’s Landing. “Perhaps it’s time I finally agree to letting you dress me. The gods know my wardrobe has nothing equipped for this heat.”
“sorry, should i leave?” valerys laughed, despite knowing the joke was both overused and likely had never been funny to begin with. then, remembering the manners that his mother would once run over with him for hours, he bowed slightly before the maiden. formalities, at least, were not completely lost on him. “you get used to it. not that i– never been north, myself. my family says i would freeze if i ever so much as stepped foot on snowy ground. i don’t disagree. must be the dragon’s blood in me.” his smirk was mischievous, if not a bit proud. “you know if you’re interested, i could give you a tour of the castle. even the crypts. valerys targaryen, pleasure i’m sure.”
Lips quirked up into a grin at his small joke despite her overwhelming annoyance with the heat. A good distraction could always steal her mind from the irritation, and he seemed a perfect candidate. The formalities were returned in the semblance of a curtsey, a soft laugh given when he spoke of the North’s more frigid temperatures. “Well, we couldn’t have that, though I wouldn’t advise avoiding the North forever either. I suppose we’d just have to find a way to keep you warm,” she mused, a smirk of her own appearing to mirror his. “Erena Glover, and I am very interested.”
Erena hated the south, hated the way its heat clung to her and the humidity choked her every breath. If only the weather had been a touch cooler, she might not’ve been wearing such a pronounced grimace. Lightly wiping at the sweat just starting to bead upon her brow, she groaned at no one in particular. “I do wish it weren’t so…hot.” A true Northerner, she had never dealt well with the high temperatures. She also had no qualms making her feelings known. “I don’t know how anyone could live like this.”
( dove cameron, she/her ) — high greetings to lady erena of house glover, the steel lady. the twenty-three year old is known for being captivating but has the tendency to be impetuous too. (you choose armor over a dress whenever possible. you have a will to find redemption and honor for a house without, while never hiding your name. a family known to break a pledge of loyalty, yet you show up every time because the north remembers. a proper lady should never hold a sword, they say, yet you hold that steel blade with a firm grip in defiance. )
about me:
I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.
Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.
discord is thrift store hobbit#5805
basics:
Name: Lady Erena Lyanne Glover of Motte Creek
House: Glover
Age: 23
personality:
Erena has a kind heart, and will share that kindness to anyone who hasn’t otherwise earned her cruelty or wrath. Not one to be taken advantage of, she’s more than willing to demonstrate her skill as a fighter if need be. Something she is even happier to do when being underestimated. With her house’s pledge to the Stark’s came her steadfast loyalty, and she will be there to stand with them until her very last day.
quick facts:
This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts
incredibly proud to be a Glover
often seen sporting both their colors and sigil somewhere on her clothing
not necessarily looking for a man, but won’t deny one who she deems a fair match
won’t ditch her sword for a man
kinda hates when men tell her what to do or assume she’s a vapid little girl
loves her family a whole bunch, so someone please bring us her brother
high key loves the cold and is likely to bitch about the weather if you take her south
also high key a flirt and a bit of a tease
background:
Youngest of two, Erena is the only daughter born to the Lord and Lady Glover, with her older brother as the heir of Deepwood Motte. Ever since she was young, Erena had never been content to simply sit around working on her embroidery or share in the latest gossip. That’s not to say she was unskilled in the typical arenas of a proper lady, just that she always desired something more. A purpose beyond marrying into a good family and having children. She would’ve been around ten the first time she picked up a sword, and would rarely be seen without one afterwards. She may not be a knight, but she’s as skilled a warrior as they come. In addition to the bladed weapon, she also quite enjoys a bit of archery and the simplicity of hand to hand combat. Not necessarily a hobby her father approves of, but he’s supportive and loving nonetheless.
Another habit of hers that earns her father’s disapproval, is her stubbornness to uphold her family’s promises regardless of his own desire. Over the years, House Glover has developed a reputation in the North for being a house known to fall back on their pledge to stand behind House Stark. A reputation Erena has done her best to remedy by showing up for House Stark regardless of her family’s wishes. As far as she’s concerned, a pledge was made, and it’s a pledge she fully intends to fulfill in hopes of sort of redeeming her house and bringing them back some sense of honor.
tags:
☙🥀❧ honey i rose up from the dead i do it all the time // visage
☙🥀❧ but i got smarter i got harder in the nick of time // musings
☙🥀❧ they say i did something bad then why’s it feel so good // playlist
☙🥀❧ stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry // aesthetic
☙🥀❧ darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream // wardrobe
☙🥀❧ feel the flames on my skin crimson red paint on my lips // physique
☙🥀❧ i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me // moodboard
☙🥀❧ ain’t it funny rumors fly and i know you heard about me // about
☙🥀❧ the world moves on another day another drama // mention
☙🥀❧ look what you made me do // conversations
☙🥀❧ are you ready for it // meme
☙🥀❧ let the games begin // answered
☙🥀❧ blank space // ooc
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