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rickonstully‌:

“A luxury that I do hope to give her. Not one that I’ve ever had the luxury of but I would like to give that to her.” Not one she had either, she was standing in front of the man who would be her husband and the gods knew she hadn’t picked him. If she’d had a choice it probably would have been someone closer to her age and someone who didn’t already have a child. But should she give him a son their child would rule the Riverlands. Not that now was the time to think about that. Rickon’s eyebrows raised when she spoke, some automatically put her raising to her nannies as if Rickon had done nothing. “No. Not at all my lady. It’s… better than some thinking I had nothing to do with her because she’s a girl.” His curiosity was peaked though, “I am sorry about your mother. If you don’t mind me asking how… did it happen?” He looked at Mya who had turned to face the roses, she wasn’t paying attention to his words and the last thing he wanted to speak of was death in front of her.

𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, when she was a child. she had a faith in her father, thought she’d never discussed it with him, that if she were to fall in love, he would allow her the liberty to marry on her own terms. years passed, and no one was able to win over the heart of the lady of starfall. she eventually ended up agreeing to a match set by her father without any qualms. “i didn’t occur to me to think along those line, my lord.” he didn’t seem like a prejudicial man to her. a prejudicial man wouldn’t have cared enough to chase down his daughter himself. “no need to express your regrets my lord, it was so long ago i hardly remember it. i was but a child of 4 i believe, when a fever took her. it was quick, one day she was playing with us, the second she was bedridden and the third, we buried her.” she didn’t remember much, only the funeral. talking about her mother always felt odd to dyanna, talking about a woman she never really knew. she was looking at the little child playing with the roses, when slowly her gaze shifted back to him and she curiously asked “may i ask how mya’s mother passed away? if it’s not too painful to reiterate.”

#c: rickon tully

thcrnedthrcne‌:

“It would be because people tend to base their opinions off rumor and idle gossip.” Her velvety voice couldn’t help but chime in. She gave the unfamiliar face a smile. “Half the people here have never stepped foot in the capital. And with a new queen they’re keen to find and point out flaws.”

“𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 trying to find a fault in our queen, without so much as knowing her.” dyanna didn’t defend visenya purely out of her house’s allegiance to her. visenya was her friend, and she knew how capable a ruler she would turn out to be. “i don’t believe we have met, my lady. i am dyanna dayne of starfall.”

#c: lyra tyrell

ellynstark‌:

ellyn was about to protest that she had not been complaining unnecessarily, when she realised that perhaps she had. it had been too long since she had been in the south, it no longer felt like home. “perhaps riverrun will be better suited to you then. you should get more of a chance to host and entertain there, than starfall.” she commented, a smirk spreading across her features. she had heard about the impending marriage, and while she had once trusted dyanna greatly, she didn’t know if her old friend still deserved that trust, especially at a time so politically volatile. where did her loyalties lie?

“𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔.” 𝒅𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅’𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌. riverrun was a more important seat, it employed more people than starfall, it had many more families sworn to serve under them. this would mean dyanna would have more to do than she did in her home, she would stay busy. she had been worrying that she would miss dorne after her wedding, but life in riverlands might be shaping up to be better suited to her after all. “how long did it take you to adjust to the north? it can’t have been an easy transition, from the sea to the snow?”

#c: ellyn stark

tvmpting‌:

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, as shaera listened carefully to the words of her close friend ( someone she’s known since girlhood ). ‘ not everyone loves to be surrounded by noise and other people, a true shame though, they have no clue on what they’re missing. ’ casterly rock was always a place filled to the brim with people: her kin, minor lords with their ladies and servants were walking around everyone. the lady was accustomed to something similar to the red keep. ‘ complaints are often from non-southerners, not used to our fabulous way of living, ’ she teased, soft small lingering on her features.

“𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔? why?” dyanna loved strangers, she loved sitting next to someone as they told her tales from a life dissimilar to her’s. she had always been attracted to stories ; travellers telling tales of foreign lands, knights giving accounts of huge battles, poets immortalising lost loves. “the northerners do seem to feel the most uncomfortable in the city. perhaps it’s because of how different their customs are to ours. from the weather to our gods.” she suggested as she started pouring herself more wine from the jug.

#c: shaera lannister

rickonstully‌:

“One day she’ll be grown and have suitors. And I’ll eventually have to say yes to one.” There were already a few offers for an early betrothal from a few lords. He didn’t bother to actually read most of them. Waving his hand he tried to stop her, “No, no. I’m sure there are plenty of copper haired charming lords about. It’s no fault of yours.” He didn’t recognize her either to be fair, he’d been facing more pressing matters at that moment. “And as you know I am Rickon of House Tully. Lord Paramount of the Trident.” Wife. His future wife. His second wife. His eyes landed on Mya for a moment, the gods liked setting him up with dark haired women. “She’s had many more caregivers than just me.” No matter who she was, what alliances she had, she seemed to genuinely like Mya. “She’s well loved in the Riverlands.”

“𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅. whom you can resent forever for taking away your little girl but like him in secret because he makes your daughter happy.” she quipped, maintaining her warm smile. the lord seemed cordial enough, which was a relief to dyanna. she knew of women who had married men chosen by their fathers and lived a life devoid of any happiness, and she now no longer feared the same fate for herself. “forgive me if i overstep my lord, but as someone who grew up motherless, its really the father who has to fill both roles. theres a world of a difference between a caregiver and a parent. if she’s a delightful child, its because you raised her to be.” she had been surrounded my women who’s sole job it was to take care of her, they tried to fulfil any duty that might have fallen on her mother had she lived, but at the end of the day, it was her father who was behind the person she was now.

#c: rickon tully

rhaenyxs‌:

“No one is grateful in the world of nobility it’s a charming part of reality.” Even the most humble lords wouldn’t give up their comfort for the lives of the people on the streets. They’d not even consider it. The woman’s interest brought her a genuine smile. “It’s exhilarating.” Rhaenys wouldn’t trade it for anything. “The only downside is the lack of travel. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the free cities.”

“𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍.” she asserted. “we sleep in grand castles, drink the richest wine, and then complain that some other house has a few hundred acres more land under them than us, not seeing that our own share still amounts to thousands of acres.” conflict, resentment, jealousy ; these were all things dyanna found herself constantly trying to uproot from her life, like wild weeds. she smiled, engrossed in her explanation. “you have been to the free cities?” the lady asked, surprised.

#c: rhaenys velaryon

rickonstully‌:

“She’s the most charming thing in the world.” He grinned at her, “And that’s what makes her so dangerous isn’t it!” Mya already gave him a heart attack, what she would do as she grew already gave him all kinds of nightmares. “Lord Tully?” Rickon looked over the woman again, this time actually looking at her and not just noticing that she was a ‘woman’. The gown, the sigils, they all pointed to one thing. House Dayne. Dyanna Dayne. His future wife. Without falter Rickon smiled, “I would say that that I am very much related to him.” Gesturing to himself he bowed to her. “I am Rickon Tully. The Lord Paramount.”

“𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔. ” 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. her eyes widened at his response, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t recognise you!” she stood up from the ground, chuckling at her mistake. she bowed with an sheepish smile as she introduced herself “dyanna of starfall, it’s a pleasure to meet you my lord.” she looked down at the little girl, only now realising it was her future step-daughter. she hadn’t thought too much of it when she had been told that the lord already had a daughter from his previous marriage, though she had felt sorry for the little girl, knowing first hand what growing up without a mother could feel like. “i must say, you’ve raised your daughter well. she’s a very sweet child. very quick to make friends.”

#c: rickon tully

rhaenyxs‌:

Dyanna Dayne. Close friend of the queen and soon to be married to lord Tully. An interesting mix that would be interesting to see play out. “So much complaining lately. People forget it is a privilege to live within walls at all. No matter how different the air smells.” That was the common sentiment. Though she was half convinced that was just because they were unhappy about being south at all. “Lady Rhaenys Velaryon.” she nodded her head, “I sit on Visenya’s counsel just as I did her grandfathers.”

“𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 ! 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 to people than being grateful for one’s luck.” it was an important lesson her father had taught her, to never feel sorry for herself, when she felt sorrowful over growing up motherless. she was the daughter of a lord, her father loved her, she had the world to be thankful for. she smiled at the lady. “any friend of visenya’s is a friend of mine. may i ask you something? what is it like, being a member of the small council ? helping take decisions that dictate the fate of westeros, helpining run the realm?” she inquired, a fascinated twinkle in her violet eyes.

#c: rhaenys velaryon

ellynstark‌:

“the problem with the city is that it has too many people, too much noise, too much…shit.it’s not for everyone.” ellyn narrowed her eyes at the other woman. “there are things to do in the country, same as anywhere.” ellyn wasn’t one to hold back any harsh comment and the city didn’t suit her. she had everything she could want for at home, what more could the city possibly offer? “dyanna, not everyone is dying to dance at the next ball.”

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅’𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒎. she hadn’t seen ellyn since they were children but her tongue had remained as unrestrained as it was before. “i will take the noise to the deafening quiet any day. at starfall, i know everyone. there’s no one new to talk to, nothing new to do.” she tried to explain. “i love my home above any place in the realm. all i’m saying is, don’t complain when you’ve only just arrived.”

#c: ellyn stark #dyanna vc: look at the BRIGHT side

rickonstully‌:

Almost as soon as they’d arrived Mya was enthralled by the city. She’d never seen anything like it and where he knew the dangers and monsters that waited inside, to her it was a grandeur like nothing she’d ever seen. Of course that meant the little girl, who was far too like him, wondered off the second she was able. Now he understood what his parents went through with him. “Mya!” he called out into the gardens, following the paths that were still very new to him. Finally he spotted her mess of dark hair, “Mya Tully you little devil!” At her screech of laughter he finally noticed the woman with her. “Forgive me my lady!” He bowed his head, “My search for my daughter has made me forget my manners.” Not that he usually had many to begin with.

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍’𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. “it’s quite alright, my lord. in fact, i might actually thank you for loosing your daughter, she’s been keeping me good company on such a dreary day. your ‘little devil’ is quite the charmer.” she chuckled, looking down at the little girl, sharing a conspiratorial look with her. then her eyebrows furrowed and she looked back at her father, “i’m sorry did you say ‘tully’, as in the tully lords of riverrun? are you related to lord rickon tully, the lord paramount?” she knew very little about the main himself. she thought she must have befriended her future husband’s niece or little cousin by happenstance, it made her glad she already had a little friend in her future home.

#c: rickon tully

“ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆’𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒍, it’s pleasant enough.” the dornish lady shrugged. “the city’s got so much more life that the countryside, so much more to do, so many different types of people.” while starfall was in the country, she visited the watergardens at sunspear frequently enough, solely because she couldn’t get enough of the life. it suited her social nature, always going back home to her father with a million stories and always returning in search of another small adventure.

#come love my sweet sweet summer child #ladder.start

aftxnvolturi

She was quiet as the people walked through the hall. There were many new people and yet by the colors and ages Rhaenys knew nearly all of them. The faces that she couldn’t place only meant they were of no use to her. Not yet at least. “A grand day. The air is quite fresh today. A blessing if I do say so.” It did no good to try to hide herself now among the nobles. They would be too suspicious to speak around her anyway.

cfdayne

“𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅.” 𝒅𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 at the blue sky. the weather wasn’t as hot as that of dorne, but she missed her home already. at the same time, she didn’t believe she had much to complain about, after all she had just witnessed the coronation of a dear friend, this was a time for celebration, she sat in the gardens now, sipping wine by the gardens, and observing the life around. “i don’t believe we’ve met, my lady. i am dyanna of house dayne, and you?”

#c: rhaenys velaryon

( 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, @rickonstully )

𝒅𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, fascinated, as the little girl told her about the rivers around her home. they were sitting in the gardens, and she twirled a flower between her fingers as she listened intently. when the girl asked her if there were any rivers where she came from, dyanna told her “my home is on a river too, an island on the foot of the red mountains.” she chuckled when the little girl asked if she could show her the mountains, enamoured by her innocence. “of course.” she didn’t know how long she had been sitting, conversing with the girl, but seeing how the rest of the court only wanted to talk about politics which wasn’t her strongest suit, she was happy she was out of that atmosphere. she looked up when she saw a man approaching them.

#c: rickon tully

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the weight of the crown felt unusual on her head and she kept worrying that the priceless trinket was about to fall off her any moment. she gave a small polite smile to all who bowed as she made her way around the now crowded throne room. she had expected it would feel overwhelming, all these high nobles moving into the red keep, who had all gathered with the sole purpose of paying their respects. or stabbing her in the back, a voice reminded her and her smile tightened for a second. she felt a voice clearly say ‘your grace’ behind her, catching her attention. she turned around to find the source, “yes? ”

cfdayne

𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 of the seven kingdoms, felt bizarre to dyanna but it made her equally happy as well. she knew that visenya was as worthy of the crown as one could be. “congratulations, your grace. long may you reign.” she gave her friend a brilliant smile, stopping herself from enveloping her in a hug, mindful of her newly achieved stature. “you look beautiful.” she added in a softer tone, admiring the queen’s gown and the crown sitting atop her head. “why do you look so sullen? this feast is in your honour, your grace.” her title still felt funny on her lips.

#c: visenya targaryen

⟨ margaret qualley, cisfem, she/her. ⟩ — ❛ it seems that even ( dyanna dayne ) can’t avoid being seen by the little birds hidden in the red keep. the ( twenty-eight )year old ( lady ) of ( house dayne ) has been at court for the coronation of the queen and they ( support ) the claim. it is no surprise that they claim fealty to house ( dayne )when they’re ( elegant and enigmatic ). the ( lady ) is often affiliated with ( a coy smile and a red wine stain on a silk dress ) / bee, 21, gmt, she/her. *betrothed to rickon tully !

#ladder.intro #like this and i will dm you for plotting !!

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margaret qualley in l'américaine

#&. visage

yennefers-geralt

The Daynes of Starfall are one of the most ancient houses in the Seven Kingdoms, though their fame largely rests on their ancestral sword, called Dawn, and the men who wielded it. Its origins are lost to legend, but it seems likely that the Daynes have carried it for thousands of years. Those who have had the honor of examining it say it looks like no Valyrian steel they know, being pale as milkglass but in all other respects it seems to share the properties of Valyrian blades, being incredibly strong and sharp.

Though many houses have their heirloom swords, they mostly pass the blades down from lord to lord. Some, such as the Corbrays have done, may lend the blade to a son or brother for his lifetime, only to have it return to the lord. But that is not the way of House Dayne. The wielder of Dawn is always given the title of Sword of the Morning, and only a knight of House Dayne who is deemed worthy can carry it.

For this reason, the Swords of the Morning are all famous throughout the Seven Kingdoms. There are boys who secretly dream of being a son of Starfall so they might claim that storied sword and its title. Most famous of all was Ser Arthur Dayne, the deadliest of King Aerys II’s Kingsguard, who defeated the Kingswood Brotherhood and won renown in every tourney and mêlée. He died nobly with his sworn brothers at the end of Robert’s Rebellion, after Lord Eddard Stark was said to have killed him in single combat. Lord Stark then returned Dawn to Starfall, and to Ser Arthur’s kin, as a sign of respect.

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