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a dependent multimuse for crownsfm as adored and brought to life by andie . currently featuring : katheryn baratheon née beesbury , luciya florent , & melina tyrell .

alinor snow , handmaiden of winterfell .

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katheryn baratheon née beesbury , ruling lady of storm’s end .

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luciya florent , ward of blackpool & lady of brightwater keep .

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melina tyrell , princess of westeros .

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innervisicns:

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. / @crownsglory

a walk was exactly what she’d needed to clear her head, and who better to do it with than one of her dearest friends? there was so much going on within the castle with accusations being throw around that selira couldn’t take much of it. she was hardly the most social person, and in spite of her intelligence when it came to what she liked to study, it wasn’t uncommon for her to make a fool of herself all because of her nerves. now, however, she’s more nervous about somehow managing to incriminate herself for no reason other than being a nervous wreck. “i hope they clear all of this up soon.” she frowns heavily for a moment. “it’s awful the things that have happened in your family home and whoever’s responsible deserves to be punished.”

everyone was quick to point fingers at those in the north and, while she still remained wary of most of them, some she’d come to call friend. it’s why luciya had taken selira on her offer for a walk away from the commotion, more comfortable away from prying eyes. it wasn’t that she had any secrets to keep, no nefarious role in the brutal attacks that’d transpired, and yet they still made her uneasy. there was no easy way to navigate it all with such unrest amongst the court, which is why she looses a soft sigh in agreement. ❝ we can only hope, i simply hate not knowing. ❞ she found herself smoothing down her skirts, as if she could bring herself to think of much else, no matter who’s company she was in. ❝ thank you, i’m sure they will get what they deserved but our home ... it’s terrible and my poor father ... i just don’t understand it. ❞

#* 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. selira karstark.

status : closed for lyonel arryn ( @ncbled ) !

setting : private gardens !

the gardens were the one place of sanctuary that melina had always been able to retreat to, for while hers were not tended by her hand, she did spend a great deal of time wandering between the rows. there had always been something comforting about the fresh blooms, a way to keep her hands and thoughts occupied, whether it be just sitting among them or weaving the smaller flowers into crowns for little nisa nur. it was her favorite place to retreat when she grew too overwhelmed to maintain the social quota that being a princess entailed, furthered even more by the tensions that filled highgarden’s halls. the last thing she wanted to do today was run into a disgruntled southerner or angry northerner, both unhappy to be kept where they were and more so by being accused of the raids and fires that had surrounded the capital. melina wasn’t meant to pass judgement, nor make accusations, though the tension left her tone a little too sharp for idle conversation.

the princess had decided to spend most of the afternoon amongst the flowers, her arm looped through a small basket and a small smile hovering on the edges of her lips. there were few people that knew where to find her and fewer still that would actually hedge to interrupt her. perhaps it’s why she hadn’t noticed the quiet footsteps approaching, bent over a small bush of hydrangeas, and melina started at the sight of movement out of the corner of her eye. ❝ oh ! ❞ it’s a soft exclamation of surprise, but her smile is much more purposeful. ❝ sorry, i hadn’t heard you approach, the flowers usually get most of my attention. ❞ pausing, she found herself straightening, cocking her head to the side curiously. ❝ is there something i can help you with ... lord arryn, isn’t it ? ❞

#* 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. lyonel arryn.#can't wait for this first meeting sgbjnsglb #mel's getting ready to turn on the disbelief meter

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧. / @crownsglory.

he’s barely been inside her chambers a few moments before his arms are around her, pulling her tightly against his body. a hand finds it’s own way into that bright red hair he’s always loved so much as he trains in vain to let the day drain away. normally, kat has that affect on him all too easily, but today he just can’t quite the tension to release from his shoulders or for his worries to drift away. he knew that one day, a day like this would come. a day where he wonders why he’d taken on the position as hand despite knowing all the hard work that came with it and the fact that he’d have to deal with every single mess that arose within the kingdom. power is the answer that comes, even if such power is likely the reason his home had been targetted. “i’m so relieved you were here and not in honeyholt.” he knows that she hasn’t lived there since marrying lord baratheon, but it’s still a relief nonetheless. “is all of your family alright?”

though she hadn’t a reason to worry about his safety, together more of the evening than not, there is relief all the same as her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. her own tensions linger, of course, because the state of honeyholt and well - being of her family weighs heavier on her shoulders than it has since left in her brother’s capable hands. such a nagging worry does little to ease away in mykal’s company, but his presence is a comfort all the same. while she wanted answers about why honeyholt was targeted and why a handful of baratheon guards were found dead among them, she knew he wouldn’t have an inkling to them at this hour, and it was something to fret over later. ❝ and i, you, in brightwater keep. if something had happened to you — ❞ she doesn’t let herself dwell on it for long, she can’t. it was a spiraling train of thought, and one they didn’t have to worry about this time. but one time, one day, they might not be so lucky. ❝ i haven’t heard word from my mother, but my siblings, they were safe here. ❞ a small victory, she supposed, that they’d all been in the capital save for their mother, though it didn’t make her feel better to know she was alone in honeyholt. ❝ how bad is the damage ? are your children alright ? are you ? ❞

#* 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. mykal florent.

status : closed for mahire manwoody ( @bilgilii ) !

setting : edge of the grounds .

the best place to be out from underfoot and effectively avoid questions ( and unwanted company, she may even argue ) was among the grounds. as far as the tyrells were willing to let their guest wander, that is. but, unlike with most, the walls of highgarden felt less like a prison to luciya and more like a comfort, between the southern warmth and ever - present floral scent, it was as good as home. the same home, she had to remind herself, as she watched the endless bustle of guards back and forth, that had been attacked, flames left to smolder with the rise of the sun. it left a bitter taste in her mouth every time she thought about it, each time someone asked her how she was or threw her the gaze they afforded to most northerners.

she was somewhere in between in their eyes, she knew she was, for while she was a southerner at heart, it was hard to deny that nearly a third of her life had been given to the north. luciya did not want to placate the other nobles today, having successfully avoided them for much of the morning, and instead stared off toward the towns just beyond the hills, an approaching traveler a worthy distraction along the horizon. and yet, the longer she looks and the closer they get, the more their features become familiar, and luciya hedged forward slowly to get a better look. that is, until her suspicions are confirmed and all propriety is thrown out the window as expression alights with joy at the sight of her old friend.

❝ mahire, by the gods, it is you ! ❞ her tone is filled with such warmth at the sight of them, the letters that filled the years but a poor attempt to make up for seeing one another. ❝ i’d thought i’d heard you’d arrived in the night, but with everything going on, and not yet seeing you, well ... ❞ luciya trailed off, reaching for their hand to give it a gentle squeeze. ❝ it is more good to see you than you realize. ❞

#* 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. mahire manwoody.#pls lmk if this is ok or if u'd like me to change anything bc i am more than happy to !!#<3 <3 <3

dailylgbtq

Emily in Dickinson (2020-)

#* 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ── ❪ semblance ❫ .#an actual angel fr

roarsoul:

@crownstarter

━━ How can I drink at a time like this? ━ Her question came in a confused tone, almost offended. ━━ If I didn’t have to deal with lords and ladies looking at me like they wanted to eat me alive, I wouldn’t have to drink so much in plain sight when the sun is so high in the sky. ━ She just exploded, throwing all her frustrations on this person, who was there for whatever reason and had the splendid idea of starting a conversation. ━━ We are trapped in this castle, so there is nothing I can do but wait and drink. You’re most welcome to join me, it’s been a rough morning.

❝ i suppose there is little else to do, ❞ she answered with the quirk of a smile, hoping to take some of the edge off. not that she didn’t understand the sentiment. ❝ if i may be so bold, they simply want someone to point fingers at, as if the blame will allow them freedom any faster. ❞ alinor knew the frustration wasn’t directed at her, her own antsiness at being confined manifesting in similar ways, though she tried very hard to keep them tucked away. ❝ one may eat, too. sit and wait, drink and eat. pace the same halls thrice a day. i really shouldn’t, though i appreciate your invitation, my lady. ❞

#* 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. lyanna lannister.

noblewhispers:

Sybelle’s hands were holding tightly to the stone railing as she overlooked one of the gardens. A Banefort guard dead and a Glover banner found nearby. It was a ruse. It had to be, there was no way they would harm one of the people who were supposed to protect her. Protect her son. She was a northerner no matter what house she married into. Not bothering to look over her shoulder at the approaching footsteps Sybelle stood straight, “If you have come to ask a stupid question about my House and my family I suggest you move on. House Glover had nothing to do with this, not while I live in the Westerlands.” She prayed that would end soon. @crownstarter

there were a dozen questions that ran through her head, and alinor could not find an answer for a single one. most pressingly: who had started these raids, killed these people during a time meant for celebration ? and what did the banners that were found have to do with it ? it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to her, no matter how much she’d dwelled on it, but she knew that there were harsh eyes on northern back all the same. the lady’s words give her pause, and it took her only a minute to recognize house banefort’s colors. ❝ i assure you i have no such accusations, lady banefort, and certainly no questions any of us can answer. i heard of your guard, i wanted to offer my condolences. ❞

#* 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. sybelle banefort.

windsandwinter:

open starter @crownstarter

She’s been given permission to roam the grounds of Highgarden at least. She’s not sure if this is a luxury extended to all of the Tyrell’s guests or if special permissions have been given for the Northern Kingdom’s royal family. She doesn’t much care. All she knows is that she has to get out of her chambers or she’ll lose what little grasp on her temper she has left.

It’s early morning, and not many people are about; those that she’s seen so far have all been wearing the sigil of House Tyrell. She’d hoped that the fresh air would give her a chance to think, to try and make sense of the disastrous conundrum that the whole of Westeros has been left with, but the air is muggy and humid, and she feels weighed down by it. She longs for the crisp, cold air of Winterfell. She’s thinking about the comfort of her own fur-lined bed when she hears a throat clear behind her.

She doesn’t bother turning around. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not particularly in the mood for conversation at the moment. Say your piece and leave me be.”

alinor seemed to move through the walls of highgarden at a steady, almost purposeful pace, even if she had nowhere to truly be. perhaps it’s a product of her upbringing, almost constantly on the go both in youth and when she took on the role of handmaiden, or perhaps the prospect of stopping for more than a few minutes was more exhausting. but mainly she knew if she stopped for much else than keeping the princess company, she’d find something to complain about and undoubtedly give their southern hosts another reason to distrust them.

which is perhaps how she’d found herself out on the grounds, catching sight of familiar head of dark hair of the youngest stark princess. it’s miserable out here, and she longed for their return to the north, where existing was not nearly so suffocating. though alinor had been attempting to get her attention, her nose almost habitually seems to crinkle at the words, even if her tone is unaffected. ❝ if i had much of a piece to share, your grace, i’m sure most would not be interested in listening. forgive me for intruding, but i do think the weather is far too sticky out here to foster much comfort. at the very least, they’d do well to offer us some way of cooling down. ❞

#* 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. meda stark.

astraspera:

status : closed starter for melina tyrell, @crownsglory setting : highgarden, the day after the masquerade ball

it was almost late afternoon when that council meeting ended. rasim had spent the last four hours crunching numbers and trying to have an idea of how the attacks would affect the kingdom. it wasn’t an easy task to accomplish and even after hours straight summing up numbers he still wasn’t sure of anything. and he had his own worries besides the attacks. and in times like that only one person was able to calm him: his twin sister. “ i’m sorry i wasn’t able to keep you company today as i promised you last night, ” he says as he walks into her chambers. “ how are you? ” there’s worry in his voice, his heart skipping some beats until he can be sure that she is fine.

the capital is abuzz with outrage and fear, bodies shuffling to and from meeting after meeting. melina finds herself torn between consoling their guests and seeking the comfort of solitude. certainly no one can blame her when exhaustion settles wholly in her bones, retiring to her chambers even if sleep feels like an impossible feat. she worried a great deal for her siblings, though none more so than rasim, and it’s almost a relief just to have him in the same room after today. ❝ you were needed elsewhere, even i cannot blame you for that, ❞ melina assured, even if she knew his company would’ve put her more at ease, his position on the council did not always afford them such comfort. ❝ i’m scared, ❞ she answered quietly, after a moment, a certain vulnerability most did not get to see. ❝ why is this happening ? ❞

#* 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. rasim tyrell.

status : closed for benjen cerwyn ( @warfrcnts ) !

setting : his chambers .

keeping herself occupied amidst the unrest was a task only made further difficult by her own restless nature, melina was certain she was more of a distraction than point of reassurance at her siblings’ sides. a lot of her time was better spent checking on luther, or weaving flowers into nisa nur’s hair. anything that kept her hands busier than her head, a different preoccupation all of its own. perhaps that’s how she’d found herself amidst the flower beds, pacing through until she’d found what she was searching for, taking on an unnecessary project if for nothing else but reassurance. melina had found an unlikely companion in the northern lord commander, and with it came a more familiar concern, a kindness that even the current situation could not fully sway from her bones.

with a vase of flowers in hand, and more than her fair share of looks along the way, she found herself knocking at his door. ❝ i know you’re probably busy, so i won’t take much of your time, ❞ like most were, of course, ❝ but i brought flowers. ❞ as if the fact was not already obvious, though she offered no further explanation aside from a slight smile.

#* 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. benjen cerwyn.#what's she gonna do ? not have flowers ? as if

dyvinities:

❝ indeed , i think perhaps they hide them , if there are any - so none can look upon their youth in envy . ❞ myranda replies , focus diverting between the sept and the older woman . such trivial conversation is all she will allow .

❝ i might’ve . i pondered the thought as a girl , if for but a brief time . but my lord father never would have allowed it . now i am glad i did not , i can hardly imagine devoting so much of myself . ❞ nor becoming a shrivelled up hag .

❝ where at ? do you think ? ❞ katheryn mused absently, knowing it was easier to entertain such mindlessness than the situation at had. ❝ beneath the septs in which they worship ? i’d suggest above, but there are far too many windows for that. ❞

❝ and you would’ve been a braver soul than i, that’s for certain. if it weren’t for our own septa as children, i could swear to you i was already doing the job without all the fuss. i don’t doubt that, such a stubborn man. nor could i, and i fear i enjoy the southern fashion too much to commit to a life of only colorful belts, ❞ her nose crinkled at the thought, even in jest.

#* 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. myranda celtigar.

windsandwinter:

closed starter for @crownsglory ( luciya )

Meda had been pacing the length of one of the verandas in the many gardens, trying not to expose too much how uncomfortable the hear was making her. It was far too hot to be kept cooped up inside, but outside seemed hardly much better. Arms crossed over her chest, she was rolling the situation over in her mind for the hundredth time, still not coming up with any practical solutions, when she realized she was not alone.

“Lady Luciya,” she said in surprise, expecting a Tyrell guard or perhaps one of her own. “Forgive me, I was caught up in my own head and didn’t notice you. How are you?” In truth, she didn’t entirely trust this betrothed of her brother’s, knowing her to be Southern-born and a native of the Reach at that. She was an outsider still, but would be family soon enough, and so Meda resolved to try to extend her kindness to the other woman. She couldn’t imagine what she’d do if they’d sent her so far away from WInterfell. The thought made her feel physically ill. “It must be a joy to be back here, after so long away. I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances.” And she meant it, too, as her distrust did not always negate her compassion. “Did you spend much time at Highgarden in your youth?” she asked her soon-to-be-sister curiously.

the lady of brightwater keep had been doing her best to stick to the shadows, easier to avoid most people if they didn’t know she was there, especially when her own thoughts we more preoccupied with the raids that had taken place near home. luciya had been wandering for a short while, no real destination in mind, and with her father busy, the last thing she wanted to do was be some burden underfoot of everyone else. she’d wandered outside, what limited access they had, hoping that just a moment of fresh air my still her troubled mind, though she was surprised at the company she’d found.

❝ your grace, my apologies, ❞ luciya answered with an apologetic smile, head dipped in greating. ❝ i hadn’t meant to startle you. i’m alright, i suppose, though it’s hard to say for certain. it’s been a long time since i’ve been home, but i still worry for the people there. and you ? i’m sure you must be eager to return to the north. ❞ now, more than ever, especially if the princess was anything like her brother, who had made his disinterest in the south very clear. while luciya had wanted nothing more than more time in the south, with her family and the people she cared for, it hadn’t been under these circumstances. ❝ it has been quite nice to be back, i’m afraid the winter chill still bites a little deep for my bones. though, i will admit it is far easier to add furs up north than it is to remove layers down here, ❞ and it’s offered with a further quirk of her lips, gaze turning wistfully towards the lands beyond the veranda. ❝ a fair bit, especially once my father became hand. it’s not home, but it’s always been very close. ❞ soon, they would be family, and if meda could extend an olive branch, so could she. ❝ did you enjoy the ball ? i know this is not the aftermath of the celebrations that any of us expected. ❞

#* 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. meda stark.

murdcrs:

“are you sure? i won’t approach him unless you’re absolutely sure it’s him. i don’t wish to make a fool of myself.” she made a play at being bratty, but it was more of a token effort than anything else. lilach was nervous; she had never met her betrothed before and found the sheer idea of getting married to be insurmountably terrifying. she pulled her arms around herself. “i don’t want to meet him. not if i don’t have to. marina didn’t really meet theo until their wedding. i’ll just wait until then.”

❝ mostly, though i can approach him first, if it’d make you feel more at ease. i don’t think you need worry about making a fool of yourself, such uncertainty is to be expected of first meetings. ❞ katheryn mused softly, remembering with very little fondness her first meeting with the baratheon lord. though, to be fair, being strangers was but a small part of it. she itched to place a comforting hand on lilach’s shoulder, instead opting for a small, reassuring smile. ❝ and that is your choice, i’m not here to force you to meet him, or like him. whether you meet now, or months down the line, there will still be that bit of awkwardness. while i suggest it, to perhaps open the door for contact or make it easier, your father will be none the wiser if you decide not to, i assure you. ❞

#* 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. lilach baratheon.#re : event one.#katheryn rly hitting with the mom talk rn

lordcommanderbaratheon:

Highgarden is on lockdown. The king’s orders come down fast and swiftly with the Lord Commander with the Tyrell soldiers are quick to secure the capital. There’s guards at the stables to makes sure no one tries to make impromptu getaways and Steffon orders those stationed there to inform him immediately if anyone comes poking around. He already heard a lot of loud grumbles over the Tyrells locking them up and knows this isn’t going to be easy. There’s enough distrust and dislike among the Houses that will see this an insult, doesn’t matter about the tragedy that had taken place outside the gates or the number of lost homes and burnt figures. But questions are what come next. The obvious ones to start with are houses of the westerlands, ashlands and stormlands. The last one leaves a sick pit in his stomach, Storm’s End had been his home as long as the Reach had been at his point in life. He knows his fathers hate towards House Tyrell but even Steffon would hope the man wouldn’t go to such lengths.

All houses are under question though. The hard task ahead is finding out what if anything people know. And the thing that Steffon had been concerned about before, the celebrations of the evening in masks made it quite easy for any culprit to claim they took no part in the tragedy. It would be impossible to say otherwise, but still he has things to ask. A foot soldier was being used as a his runner to get individuals and there’s a knock on the door of the room he’s using to pirvately speak to people. He stands froma chair, ”Enter.” He says just as the door open to allow the next people to come in. “Thank you for coming, I know this is a difficult time right now while we try to figure out what happened during the evening. Your cooperation is appreciated. Please, have a seat.”

katheryn’s already heard her fair share of dissent in regards to being kept in highgarden’s walls, no shortage of bristling nobles around in spite of the smoke that still lingers in the surrounding lands. she knows the blame will be quick to fall on the shoulders of those who openly opposed the tyrell rule and those whose banners had been found in the fray. ruling lady of house baratheon and even she couldn’t fully wrap her head around what they’d been doing anywhere but the party. or what someone might’ve hoped to accomplish by torching the villages of their hosts, of house florent, of the very lands in which she was born. there was no hope of getting word to her mother, to ask of their home and the people she’d once grown up with, especially with how quickly security had tightened. it was like being placed between a rock and a hard place, for while the baratheon banner had been found amidst devastation, the seat of her home had been just one of many victims of the fire. anyone who knew her well would know that she did not care about the tyrells one way or another, but she understood the necessity of the questioning, the seeking of answers for questions they all had, and when summoned, katheryn came willingly.

the soldier that escorted her to the door seemed as displeased as the rest of them, though she gave a simple nod in thanks as she stepped into the room. katheryn offered the smallest of smiles in greeting to her step - son. ❝ of course, i know this can not be an enjoyable, nor easy part of the job. i don’t know how much help you will find me, but, ❞ she took the proffered seat without hesitation. she had nothing to hide and no qualms about it, no matter how poor of a light she currently sat in. ❝ i suppose it’s best if we get this over with, isn’t it ? i don’t imagine your brother will be quite so co - operative. ❞

#* 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. steffon baratheon.

rcgals:

an open starter , @crownstarter !

setting : early morning in the capital , upon a balcony of highgarden castle where she now finds herself trapped under the orders of house tyrell .

shoulders stand tense , the weight of such disastrous events falling heavy on them , & fingers curl in an irate grip on the skirt of her dress as a busy mind attempts to process and rationalise the hours prior to now . she hadn’t slept , she couldn’t possibly . which only intensifies her cold demeaner . so much so that she forgets common courtesies , failing to turn and greet the presence that now lurks from behind .

❝ if you plan on throwing ludacris accusations against my family at me , then may i strongly suggest you remove yourself … immediately ❞ the stark princess doesn’t consider who may be in her company , friend or foe . instead , she raises her guard … words stern , though controlled .

it is impossible to sit still, has been for most of the evening lest she lingered too long in an open window to watch the smoke continue to curl along the horizon. each movement watched with increased care, she can’t tell if it’s worse to feel prisoner in her own home or to know that each of their guests felt the same. or perhaps still to be privy to each rumor and passing comment, the accusatory and displeased stares that lingered on the princess.

she’d spotted the other not long ago, though the bite in the stark princess’s words gives her pause. ❝ you are but a visitor in this home, it is logical for blame to fall not only on your family, but others. i had no such plan, though your tone might warrant them in the wrong company, princess, and you should save such suggestions for those more interested in hearing them. ❞

#* 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. roslin stark.

decreations:

status ─ closed for melina tyrell, @crownsglory. setting ─ melina’s chambers.

☙ ─ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. her health has never been particularly good, and at times, it often seems as though her body is incapable of holding up under the strain she forces it through at times.

❝ mel, please, you should rest, ❞ arcine murmurs, sleeve drifting past her lips to cover up another cough. ❝ keep an eye on luther and do not let him wander about. do not worry about me, please. ❞ the faint buzzing in her mind hasn’t vanished in hours, stabbing pain now alternating with dull aches, ❝ i will be fine, you know that ─ ❞ there’s another abrupt cough, frame shuddering from the force, but arcine pushes on regardless with the lie, no matter how bad it is, ❝ and you should sleep too. mother always said dark circles do not go well with your eyes. ❞

she wonders if the furrow will ever truly leave her brow now that it’s settled there, with her thoughts now focused on what lay smoldering of their lands, of the people now even unhappier to be within their home. and for someone that often sought solitude when overwhelmed, melina was grateful for arcine’s company now more than ever.

❝ it’s impossible to sleep, ❞ came her answering sigh, gaze lingering on the still courtyards beneath the window, though it shifts quickly to her sister as the bout of coughing began. ❝ luther is the most likely to be at ease out of all of us, and i do not know what i’d do if not worry about you. won’t you rest, just a short while ? ❞ melina questioned, gaze almost pleading as she studied arcine. ❝ i know that the small council can survive without you for a few short hours, you shouldn’t overwork yourself during a flare - up. ❞ sometimes, she wondered which of them was truly the elder, for it seemed that her sister was generally the more put together of the two of them, but that doesn’t stop the crinkled of her nose in response. ❝ i’m not even tired, ❞ a lie, as poorly stifled yawn fills the pause, ❝ mother also never let me sleep in in the mornings, and i think all of westeros was better off when i did. ❞

#* 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ── ❪ colloquy ❫ .#ft. arcine tyrell.#I LOVE THEM SMMM

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