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lady-allyrion:

The fact that Byron was even trying to understand her marriage caused her to smile. It was not that the rest of Westeros didn’t have affairs or relationships outside of marriage. Dorne just understood that sometimes someone falls in love with two or more people and didn’t shame anyone for that. It pained Ravella to think that she and her husband may have hurt or had to hide Ceryse from the other. Or even the world. A few people broke off from their group and her smile just grew. Too many people not from the Stormlands or Dorne made her uneasy. At least with everything that had happened.

“Believe me, he has opinions already. Some I share and some I don’t. Though I believe I will be in control of our meeting. The Martells have asked me to help where I can and the Stormlands seems like a natural place for me to do so. And no he should hold back. He has two women and two children to think about. The last thing I want is for him to get hurt because of something silly like this. He’s proven himself and he does not need to do so further to put himself at risk.” She smiled before looking at Byron. “Are you going to compete? Going to show off for your new queen?”

Byron gave little thought to those who abandoned the riding party. They were not of his entourage, nor of Ravella’s, it seemed. And therefore they mattered little. Not having their prying ears nearby would allow them to speak more freely with one another. “That’s understandable,” he replied, nodding and thinking back on all the spirited conversations their fathers had shared. Lord Swann had weathered much in his life, and come out a confident man whose opinion was valued by anyone with half a brain in the Stormlands. Even if they didn’t like it, they respected his knowledge. Byron expected much the same. “Your father is not shy in his views, and I would never have him hold his tongue with me. Nor you,” he added with a glance at her.

Her talk of the Martells was a little surprising, but not in a bad way. At least they were smart enough to know they had a valuable resource on their hands in Ravella. “That’s very wise of them. They’ll find no better mediator than you. You’re already quite familiar with settling Stormlands men when they get too riled up.” He chuckled, which turned into a laugh and a shrug. “Very well, I cannot argue with that. What competitions might we see your lord husband very sensibly compete in? I would not miss them.” He shook his head. “No, no, I’ve been told I am no longer permitted to risk myself for the sake of a tourney. Not for lack of trying, as you can imagine; I was fully intending to ride in the joust, until my privy council informed me that such behavior is unacceptable in a king with no heir. As for my queen, I doubt I shall need to show her off—she causes a stir wherever she goes, and I am merely the lucky sod allowed to follow behind her.”

#convo #c: ravella #ravella 1

♛ TASK #9: Byron Baratheon – Bloodlines ♛

The Family Tree of The Storm King BYRON BARATHEON, First of His Name, King of the Stormlands, Lord of Storm’s End (alt link)

❁ Descended from Houses Baratheon of Storm’s End on his father’s side, and House Penrose of Parchments on his mother’s ❁ ✲ Related to Houses Tarth, Blackwood, Royce, Tarly, Swann, Selmy, Piper, Florent, Beesbury, Merryweather, Connington, Morrigen, Dondarrion, and Wylde by marriage ✲

#iron forged task #task 9 #the storm king #face #his laws #his tastes #his queen #this took........ so long...........#but it was so worth it #so SO worth it #disclaimer: absolutely 0 of the fcs for most of these babes are set in stone #they're mostly there for like oh this is roughly what they look like #but by no means will I flip if someone uses one of them for a character or their own family like nah they totes up for grabs yo #use them for anyone at all that you want Idec 0 cares given just love

dialogue-prompts

“Did you seriously almost get yourself killed to prove you’re right!“

“No. I almost got myself killed to prove you’re wrong.”

#the storm king #his tastes

timothechallamet

tcrths

( @bvrvtheons )

#the storm king #his tastes #his queen #kasusdhluasdfl

♛ truth serum; tell us a secret.

“A secret? Hmm, clever ploy to wrest plots and dealings from me which I am sworn never to speak of. I commend you for that.” He laughs, leaning back. “Well, since we’re playing for no consequences, then I shall share the fact that my wife and I have yet to consummate our marriage, and we shall continue to wait until she is ready to do so. Is that secret enough for you?”

#answered #ask meme #truth serum #the storm king #his laws #his queen #Anonymous

♛ truth serum; do you truly think you will be able to handle ruling the stormlands as an independent nation? do you think your wife would be able to?

“Of course I do. I know there are some who think I’m too young, too brash, too inexperienced. But they’re wrong. I was trained to be Lord Paramount of the Stormlands from day one; my duties as King will change very little. My bannermen and vassal houses will support me as they did my father. I will regulate trade and ensure that my country’s best interests are upheld, as my father did. I will maintain the Stormlands’ armed forces and knights with the help of my sworn lords, negotiate with our neighbors, settle disputes between houses under my rule, protect my borders… all as my father did. The only real difference is that now we will run independently of the Iron Throne. We will answer only to our own authority, not that of a usurper and a passive mother-hen.

“As for Kyra, I would not have married her if I didn’t believe she would be capable of ruling with me. She has commanded her own ship before, which is no mean feat. That alone makes her more qualified as a ruler than any other woman in the Stormlands. Or anywhere else in Westeros, for that matter. I daresay I will learn a great deal from her.”

@tcrths

#answered #ask meme #truth serum #the storm king #his laws #his queen #I'M SORRY ARRYK AND RHAENA I LOVE YOU BOTH #Anonymous

endymionight:

Endymion nodded quietly. “That is understandable. I assume there is much to put in order and you have not had much time.” And his Kingdom was far from the Wall by all accounts. “However, I wanted to be sure that it did come to your attention sooner rather than later. We lose men North of the Wall often these days and there aren’t always enough men to replace them as it is.” Endymion bowed his head respectfully. “Endymion Manderly, my Lord. I’m the first ranger of the Night’s Watch.”

Bryon nodded, glad that he was not being chastised or questioned. In all of the commotion of the last few weeks, anything north of the Stormlands had been more or less put on the back burner for him. Until the revelation about the Barrowtown Starks, at any rate. He made a mental note to bring up the Night’s Watch with his advisers the next time they spoke. It wouldn’t do to leave them hanging. “I’m sorry for your losses. Each and every one of them was a braver man than many in my own service. I will be sure to attend the matter soon, that we may replenish your ranks.” He blinked and raised his brows in mild surprise. “The first ranger, no less. I am honored to make your acquaintance, ser.” A spark of recognition pricked his mind. “If I may ask, are you not the brother of Queen Persephone Tyrell? I believe I heard tell that her twin was a member of the Night’s Watch, but I could be remembering incorrectly.”

#convo #c: endymion #endymion 1

lady-allyrion:

“I believe you are right. I cannot believe it has been that long.” The two had been dear friends in their youth. It was a friendship that they had both been willing to put their family alliances on the line for. Though their little plot had not need needed. Lord Allyrion had swept and kept Ravella off her feet for ten years. “They would love to join us. I know Lord Allyrion would love to see you again.” It was sweet to see him try and respect her paramour. That alone confirmed that he was the same man he had been their whole life. “You may call her our paramour. Or if you’re not comfortable with that, her name will do just fine. Ceryse is wonderful. I have no doubt you’ll love her.”

Revella couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her father. “He is planning to come to the tournament. I received the letter just this morning. I think he just wants to spoil his grandchildren in the capital.” It had taken him a while to understand her relationships but he had come around. Children have quite the gift of burying any ill feelings. “My lord would welcome that meeting. Dorne’s finest will be there. I’ve convinced my husband to hold back though I do not know how long that hold will last. I do hope it’s a while as I do not want him hurt.”

“Ceryse,” Byron repeated with a smile. Perhaps in time he would be more comfortable using the word ‘paramour’ more openly. It would take some adjustment, but it was one he was willing to make for Ravella. At one point, he thought that perhaps he would marry her, if not entirely for love, then at least for friendship and to tie their houses together in a union which would sustain the Stormlands. But she was much happier now than she ever would have been as Lady, and eventually Queen, of the Stormlands. And he would never wish to take that away from her. Not her husband, her children, or Ceryse.

Various members of the riding party were beginning to break off from the group and go their separate ways, but Byron and Ravella seemed to be going in the same direction, for which he was thankful. This was a breath of fresh air that he’d sorely needed, and he wasn’t ready for the conversation to be over yet. “Excellent! I’ll look forward to seeing him. I would welcome his input on several matters concerning our independence.” He gave Ravella a playful, lopsided grin. “I hope your lord husband doesn’t hold back too much. I would prefer to see him give his all to represent his people. Showing him off to all the new kingdoms is no less than you deserve, after all.” He’d heard tales of the Lord Allyrion’s bravery and prowess, and was keen so see how me matched up compared to Byron’s one knights.

#convo #c: ravella #ravella 1 #I'M SO SORRY HUN I THOUGHT I'D REPLIED BY NOW KDJHSKJDH

endymionight:

While his main purpose in leaving the Wall had indeed been to discern the well being of his beloved sister, Endymion had been tasked with a job while in the Capitol. He wouldn’t return to his Lord Commander with anything less than accomplishment. The Storm King would perhaps be one of the more difficult allies to convince to his plight. They were so far from the Wall, it hardly mattered what they would do until Winter came. “I asked, Your Grace. If you’d made any intentions for your new Kingdom’s relationship with the Night’s Watch. We are ever seeking more recruits.”

Ah, yes. He’d forgotten that a black brother had joined the ever-growing horde of newcomers in the capital. All of Byron’s focus had been on brokering deals with surrounding kingdoms and choking on his own rage. He blinked at the man beside him and schooled his face into an approximation of interest. “I’m afraid I haven’t yet given it much thought, my friend. But the matter has not completely escaped my agenda.” A lie, but one he hid with his next compliment. “Despite the Stormlands’ distance from the Wall, we have not forgotten the Night’s Watch and their dedication to the safety of the southern lands.” He was sure that if his mother and sister could hear him now, they would be proud of him. “Forgive me, ser, I don’t believe I got your name.”

#convo #c: endymion #endymion 1

tcrths:

“ PERHAPS PRINCE JAERYS simply grew tired of his sister stealing his hairstyle, ” she rolled her eyes and popped a grape into her mouth. “ i haven’t seen him, but if the queen is of this mindset then i imagine he will be too. i’ll try and meet with him later on in the week… leave no stone unturned, i suppose. ”

AS HER HUSBAND spoke her eyebrows rose, leaning back on her palms and listened - absolutely stunned at the story he wove. if she did not have such faith in his honesty, she would have thought it a tale from a storybook. “ a cadet branch is who has caused this strife?? i can hardly believe that. and they expect to -” kyra stopped, stunned for a moment as she really drank in what was being said, “ what cowardly men take children hostage? and to what end? i’ve always held respect for house stark, my father also counted lady serena as one of his childhood friends. or at least enough for him to speak favourably of house stark and THE NORTH as a whole. and a bastard of house stark? how truly cruel and also delightfully scandalous. still… children are innocent and should be left as such. ”

The quip about Rhaena coaxed an appreciative chuckle from Byron, despite his brooding temperament at the moment. Targaryens were a ridiculous lot, anyone with half a mind knew that for a fact, and given how often Byron had been compared to the ex-prince as a boy, he relished every opportunity to have a laugh at Jaerys’s expense. Again, far from kind or fair, given that he’d never met the man, but it was what it was.

“Well, he is now returned safe and mostly sound. Quite bloodied, but at least appearing to have all his wits about him. Hopefully, he will be more agreeable when you meet with him.” He shook his head slightly, putting the Targaryen lord from his mind. Jaerys would keep, provided he didn’t run away again given the chance. The missing children were more important at the moment. “I do not know that I would even call them ‘men’. No one with a shred of honor and humanity takes children to be pawns in their politics. And such petty politics, too,” he added with a snort of derision. “The Barrowtown Starks are demanding that their lords in Winterfell give up their stewardship and power in the North, that the Barrowtowns may form a ‘Weirwood Throne’ of their own.” He made quotations in the air, not bothering to hide his contempt at the notion. “And that the Crownlands, and anyone else stupid enough to do so, must bend the knee to them. Only then will they return the children.”

Leaning back against the nearest wall with a huff, Byron finally reached the point he’d most wanted to complain about. “What’s worse, Arryk is bending to their will like the coward he is. There’s to be a tourney, covering for what these idiots hope will be a peaceful trade-off of the children. It’s disgraceful.” And worst of all, Byron had had no choice but to go along with it. Outnumbered and not wishing to appear callous when young lives were at stake, he’d been forced to agree to a plan that went against everything he stood for. “I’m half-tempted to pack up and go home, wash our hands of this. But it would be unwise. And we cannot risk the cooperation of our new neighbors, who would certainly shun the Stormlands if we turned out backs when children are in danger.” Gods, being morally upright was tiring and inconvenient at times.

#convo #c: kyra #kyra 1 #sorry for all the exposition on stuff I just really wanted to let Byron get around to bitching lmao

lady-allyrion:

“That is a wonderful idea. It’s been too long since we dined together.” She smiled over at him, able to tell from their years of friendship that there was something there he wasn’t saying. But she wasn’t going to mention it. Sometimes it was better to not say anything instead of trying to push an issue. “We are, yes. Lord Allyrion believes it’s in our best interest. There is still much negotiating to be done and sometimes it is easier for advisors and kings to do so with someone who is one of them by blood.” It was silly but it had proven true more than once. Though in her opinion, Dorne had much more right than the rest of the country. Or countries now. “Do not be surprised if he comes to you to make sure trade is still open. My father and husband have an agreement but your blessing is more important than that. I believe he is holding off coming to see you as he does not want to put us in an awkward position.” A fond smile crossed her face. Even after all these years, they were truly in love with each other. Ceryse just increased that love, though how she did not know. “But I can promise you, that will not be what our dinner is about. Matters of state can wait while friends catch up.”

“Truly. I think the last time was... Father Above, it had to have been well before you married.” Byron blinked at the road ahead of them, shaken suddenly by how much time had passed. Was he getting old already, that years seemed mere months in his memories? “We must change that. And perhaps after that, your lord husband will join us as well, and your... Forgive me, I am yet ignorant on the subject and don’t know what I should call her. But she is beloved by you, and that alone makes her welcome at our table as well,” he added, fumbling with the best way to address Ravella’s paramour in public. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept, but such relationships were so rarely spoken of with such candor outside of Dorne that he found himself at a loss. Hopefully, she would not be offended.

Byron cleared his throat and moved along with the change in subject. “That’s all too true. I know that I find it easier to navigate these paths with people I know and trust. Like your father, for instance.” He shot her a much easier smile. Slipping back into their familiar, easy way of speaking to one another was relieving some of the tension he’d been bottling up inside him. It would surely return to bother him later, but for now, he was glad to be rid of it in the company of a long-time friend. “I will be happy to speak with them both. Despite our secession, I would have peace with all lands around us. There is too much to be lost if we push one another too far away. And in the meantime I’ll look forward to seeing Dorne’s finest competing in the tourney. They’d better be good to keep up with our own.”

#convo #c: ravella #ravella 1

darcystarlizzie

tcrths

@bvrvtheons

#the storm king #his tastes #his queen

lady-allyrion:

Ravella chuckled before riding up next to Byron. “There is nothing to forgive. You are not exactly in an easy situation. Though I have been told by my partners that I can be quite a good listener if you should ever need it.” She smiled at Byron, hoping that she hadn’t been too forward to the point of upsetting him. Truth be told, she had always had a soft spot for the Baratheon. He had been kind to her in their youth and even though she had not lived there for some time, that fondness was still there. “It has become quite a mess, hasn’t it? I must admit, I’m having a hard time keeping up with who’s who and where people are and what loyalties they’re having.” Her’s were simple-her family and Dorne. Nothing else mattered as long as those two were okay. “We are doing well. Everyone came here with us so the children are having quite a good time. Though I think my husband and Ceryse would prefer to be home. I admit I share that wish.”

Nothing to forgive. It was not a phrase he’d heard or thought of much lately. Forgiveness had never come easily to Byron, but it had never been a foreign concept as it was now. “You’re too kind,” he replied, actually managing to lift one corner of his mouth for Ravella’s benefit. “You should dine with my wife and I sometime. I’m certain there is much you could help us take our minds off of.” Yet deep in his heart, he knew he could never unburden the truths that consumed him upon her. Much as he trusted Ravella and had since youth, she was a Dornish lady now, complete with a husband, children, and even a paramour of the Dornish fashion. And that meant he would have to hold her at arms length, as he did with so many people these days. The thought hurt, and he made an effort not to show it, but rather to be more attentive to her as the loose group rode through the capital. “I’m glad to hear it. In the midst of all this turmoil, we need a little light in our lives. Will you be staying for the tournament? I’m told it’s meant to be particularly spectacular.”

#convo #c: ravella #ravella 1 #ow I gave myself a feel

tcrths:

she stepped behind a woven screen to divest herself of the dress she had worn; the hem muddied and thoroughly soaked. she much preferred the comfort of pants and the casual attire she had previously worn. she was a queen now, and she would dress as such. “ unfortunately my meeting with my cousin did not go any better. she’s a wounded animal snapping wildly, she renouces all blood allegiance with me and house tarth, ” she tossed her gloves on the side table with emphasis, stepping into sight now clothed in a plainer robe as she gathered her dress for one of the handmaidens to see to. “ my aunt would be ashamed, victaria had great pride in our house, all those of house tarth do. perhaps the small isle is not worthy for the great dragon queen. ”

she sat down on the large bed they shared, not yet as husband and wife, but at least as companions united in fealty. her face turned from frustrated to serious at her husbands words, straightening and leaning forward as she pulled her damp hair up off her neck and back. “what has happened?”

Byron diverted his attention back to the fire as Kyra changed, listening attentively. Not that any of their servants or bannermen could ever know, but the newly-crowned Storm King and Queen had not consummated their marriage. Even on their wedding night with the traditional marching of the bride and groom to their chambers, undressed along the way by guests, Byron had averted his gaze and insisted that Kyra clothe herself to her comfort level. They were political partners first and foremost, united by a shared desire to see their homeland flourish. And he was no monster; he had no desire to force his greatest ally underneath him.

When his wife re-emerged, Byron faced her once more, his scowl now sympathetic. “Rhaena is a fool, then, to push away those she should be trying to make peace with. Perhaps she and her hasty tongue are the reasons her dear brother left in the first place.” He knew that wasn’t entirely fair, given the revelations of that day’s council, but fairness was no longer at the fore of his mind, particularly with regards to Arryk and Rhaena. He had lost both his parents, and thanks to their carelessness several bannermen and relations. Perhaps when he had children of his own, he would have more sympathy, but at this precise moment, he was not feeling generous. In fact, in the most cruel and secret parts of his heart, he thought this was exactly what the king and queen deserved.

“The most recent hostages have returned,” Byron answered her in a low voice, moving away from the fire and closer to the bed where Kyra sat. “They made a daring escape that I’m sure will be celebrated at some point, and managed to bring one of their captors back alive.” He stopped about a foot from her, arms crossed over his dark front of his tunic, brows knitted together. “He was a knight of the Starks. The Barrowtown Starks, to be precise. Branden Stark attests that the main branch have nothing to do with it, and much as I wish to disbelieve him, I find that difficult given the extent of the Barrowtowns’ treachery.” Bile rose in his throat as the thought. “They have taken two final hostages: the Lannister prince and a Stark bastard. I know nothing of the bastard, but I assume her son’s disappearance is why your cousin has abandoned reason.”

#convo #c: kyra #kyra 1 #I love that they're already like 'hey hun how was your day' 'crappy my cousin's a bitch how was yours' 'let me frickin tell you omg'#gossiping and throwing shade

geraltcirilla

#the storm king #his tastes #his queen #someday 👀#this will be them someday and I will die happy #I have been saving this in Jaerys's drafts for ages waiting for the right moment

game-of-style

House Baratheon - Dolce and Gabbana Fall 2012

#the storm king #his tastes #bless Lex for bringing this to my attention this is a work of and the sort of thing that Byron would slay in

lady-allyrion:

“I was asking what had caused that look on your face.” Ravella had gotten quite up front with her thoughts in the years spent in Dorne. Encouraged by both her husband and paramour, it was easy for her to learn the habit. It had been years since she had seen Byron but he was easy to recognize. The two had known each other for a long time, the Swanns being a prominent family in the Stormlands. “I believe your mother used to say it would get stuck like that.” She road closer, offering him a small smile. “I was saddened to hear of her passing. You and your family have our deepest condolences.”

Byron blinked at Ravella for a moment. He was still getting used to the minute changes which had taken her since the last time they’d seen each other. She still looked much the same, but there was something... more worldly, more open, and more confident about her. She bore herself, he realized, like a Dornish woman: unconquerable. It suited her. “Forgive me,” he replied at last, giving his head a little shake. “I’m... preoccupied by a multitude of worries which I shan’t burden you with.” The hard line of his mouth softened a touch at the mention of his mother, and he nodded. “Thank you. She and my father are much better off not worrying about everything that’s been happening. I wouldn’t want them seeing what’s become of Westeros.” He looked at the Lady Allyrion again, trying to smile. “I hope your family is fairing better.”

#convo #c: ravella #ravella 1 #the kidnapping part 3

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