𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫

[d0reah]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔶𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 ⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR DOREAH OF LYS, HANDMAIDEN OF DAENERYS FROM A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE AND HBO'S GAME OF THRONES FRANCHISE. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

psa: au portrayl of doreah in which she survives past her book death and follows daenerys toward mereen as well teach her of more lyseni secrets and open doors for a agreement and alliance with the three daughters.

CARRD. PROMO. MEMES. HC.

headcanons are important to check as it shows many aspects of the Lyseni culture, including language and rituals that she might mention.

[mythshire]

°✧*: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒 ··· a collection of arranged marriages, political betrothals, duty over desire & reluctant unions roleplay sentence starters. genre: arranged marriage, political intrigue, enemies to lovers, forced proximity.

✦ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘

• We meet at last. I confess, the rumors did not prepare me for the reality.   • The contracts bear both our seals. We are bound now, in the eyes of gods and men.   • I would ask that you refrain from such familiarity. This union may be lawful, but it is not affectionate.  

✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐒

• You did not meet my eyes once during the ceremony. Not once.   • I am not unaware that your heart belongs to another. I have eyes.   • You may take whichever chambers suit you. Save mine.  

✦ 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 / 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• The council anticipates an heir before year's end. We must discuss the practicalities of such an expectation.   • In public, I would appreciate the courtesy of civility, at minimum.   • I did not desire this match any more than you did. Let us not pretend otherwise.  

✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 / 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

• Your realm secures our wealth. Mine ensures your protection. We both inherit disappointment.   • The court is watching. Kindly smile as though my presence does not revolt you.   • I could hear you in your chambers throughout the night. The walls are thinner than one might hope.  

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 / 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

• If the ring offends you so deeply, you need not wear it.   • I was to wed your elder sibling. Until fate intervened and the alliance fell into our hands instead.   • Take my arm, if you would. We are expected to present a united aspect.  

✦ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 / 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

• I fulfilled my duty to my house. I shall not apologize for that.   • You withdrew when I extended my hand. The servants took note.   • We are not adversaries by choice. Our families made us so. We are merely the consequence.  

✦ 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 / 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒

• An annulment would ignite war across three kingdoms. We are bound to one another, like it or not.   • I discovered your correspondence with your former beloved. Hidden in your writing desk.   • I do not ask for affection. I do not even ask for friendship. But mutual respect would suffice.  

✦ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

• We maintain separate chambers for excellent reason. I suggest you retire to yours.   • The alliance grows more tenuous by the day. Without issue, the treaty collapses entirely. • You have taken wine again. To excess. The foreign dignitaries are beginning to whisper.  

✦ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒

• This was not my choosing, any more than it was yours.   • I would thank you to cease referring to me as your "treaty obligation" when at court.   • Your house slaughtered mine in the last campaign. Now I am meant to bear your name?  

✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄

• We have been wed nigh on three months. I still know nothing of you.   • A letter arrived today. From the one I was to marry before you. Inquiring after my happiness.   • The physicians grow suspicious as to why I have not yet summoned them. Why has there been no... consummation.  

✦ 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 / 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

• You need not love me. But you must dance with me. It is our wedding celebration.   • I witnessed how you regarded them this evening. You make no effort at discretion anymore.   • This arrangement serves every interest save those of the two souls who spoke the vows.  

✦ 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

• Your kingdom required a consort. Mine required access to your ports. Thus, we arrive at this.   • Had I been granted choice in the matter, I would have chosen otherwise.   • The marriage bed serves as political theater. Let us discharge our duty and be done with it.  

✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 / 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• You carry the scent of another's perfume. Have the decency to bathe before appearing at table.   • I do not ask for your love. I ask that you cease making a fool of me before the entire court.   • Your father threatened invasion. This marriage was offered as terms of peace.  

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

• We must sit in proximity. Touch hands. Convince them this alliance holds firm.   • I came upon your private writings. You described wedding me as akin to attending your own execution.   • The treaty contains a consummation clause. We cannot defer this indefinitely.  

✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

• You bestowed upon me a crown and a title. Everything save the one thing that cannot be commanded.   • I am with child. Do not feign such shock—we both knew this was a possibility.   • I find this as unbearable as you do. The difference is that I am attempting to honor it.  

✦  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 / 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

• Your council presses you to dissolve this union. I heard them counseling you through the door.   • We are required to appear as one. Whatever your true feelings, I must ask you to conceal them for the duration.   • I did not choose you. But I am choosing to make something of this. The question is whether you shall do the same.

[mythshire]

✧˖°🌊°˖✧  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 ✧˖°🌊°˖✧ ··· a collection of wild hearts, divine violence, drowning in devotion & dancing with ghosts roleplay sentence starters inspired by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. genre: gothic romance, mythic yearning, destructive love, spiritual hunger.

• I've been raising hell just to get your attention. • You're the only thing I've ever worshipped, and look where it got me. • I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. • Every demon wants his pound of flesh, and I think I'm ready to pay. • Tell me, what does it feel like to be loved gently? • I would've followed you into the dark. I did follow you into the dark. • The saints can't help me now; I've already made my choice. • I've got too much blood on my hands to hold yours. • You keep asking me to be softer, but I was born with a storm in my chest. • I don't pray anymore, except when I'm thinking of you. • What kind of goddess would accept a sacrifice like me? • The violence inside me has a name now — it's yours. • You say you want honesty? I'm a holy fool and a shipwreck all at once. • I can't tell if this is love or just another way to destroy myself. • The birds are circling. That's never a good sign. • I danced with the devil and he gave me your name. • I've been digging my own grave since the day we met. • There's a drumming in my chest, and it's not my heartbeat. • How much of my soul did I sell to have this one night with you? • The water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore. • You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. • I've been screaming your name into the void. Did you hear me? • They say love is patient, but mine has teeth. • I was born in a thunderstorm, and I'll die in one too. • You touched me and I swear I saw god for a second. • I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm afraid of how much I want it. • The hunger in me doesn't have a cure, does it? • Every chain I break just wraps around my throat in a different way. • I would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you warm. • You say my name like it's a prayer. I say yours like it's a curse. • I'm shaking the bells and calling the hounds — are you coming or not? • There's something ritualistic about the way we ruin each other. • I've been baptized in regret so many times I've lost count. • The violence of the divine — that's what this feels like. • I can't tell where I end and you begin anymore. • You wanted a lover, but I came armed for war. • I've been howling at the moon, hoping you'd hear me from wherever you are. • The ghosts of everyone I used to be are watching us right now. • I need you to understand: I am not delicate. I am not soft. • The reckoning is coming. I can taste it in the air. • You look at me like I'm salvation. I look at you like you're the end. • There's a ceremony in this chaos — can you feel it?

[d0reah]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔨𝔶.

Independent, selective and private Doreah of Lys from George R.R Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and the HBO's Game of Thrones francise. Mostly book based with divergencies set on the show.

𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡, ℑ𝔩𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.

Open world and multiship and crossover friendly with verses for AUs and HOTD. Written by Cali.

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱. 𝔄 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢.

[d0reah]

i got all the information for my lyseni and lore doc but i will drop it when i got the time.

[d0reah]

THE LYSANI PRINCES OF DOREAH: HER LIFE AS A JORRAELINA OF TWO POWERFUL PRINCES.

Doreah   only   had   two   lovers   due   ot   her   birth   and   station.   Before   King   Viserys   III   arrived   in   Lys,   she   was   the   Jorraelina   (lover   and   prime   paramour)   of   two   princes.   She   was   allowed   the   right   to   have   two   or   three   lovers   because   her   birth   during   an   eclipse,   signaling   her   as   a   chosen   one   by   the   Goddess,   who   she   herself   had   two,   sometimes   three   lovers.   Doreah   only   took   two,   High   Prince   Lysandro   Orthys,   whose   pleasure   house   she   worked   on,   and   later   on   High   Prince   Daron   Vagnaron.   While   her   most   fullfilling   relationship   was   with   Lysandro   and   who   she   lived   the   most,   Daron   was   her   lover   everytime   he   came   ashore   from   his   travels   and   the   three   of   them   even   shared   a   bed   more   than   one.  

Eventually,   Daron   would   release   her   as   his   Jorraelina   due   to   his   times   away   and   she   became   Lysandro's   main   paramour   and   so,   the   Jorraelina   of   House   Orthys   before   King   Viserys   III   arrived   in   Lys.   While   he   offered   wealth   and   money   to   take   her,   it   was   Doreah's   own   decision   to   leave   and   she   still   is   in   good   will   with   both   of   them.   The   rumors   say   Lysandro   would   had   eventually   made   her   into   Bēdārila,   meaning   High   Princess,   rising   her   in   status   to   High   Princess   of   the   House.  

She   has   met   the   two   of   them   again   and   bed   them   in   their   lonely   desires   and   missing   home.   Daron   specially   thinks   that   she   was   wasted   as   a   lover   of   Viserys   and   handmaiden   to   Daenerys   Targaryen,   when   she   could   be   a   High   Princess   and   wishes   her   to   remain   in   Lys   and   return   to   him,   as   Lysandro   has   found   himself   with   another   lover.   For   Doreah,   Daron   was   her   Moon   and   Lysandro   her   Sun,   the   three   of   them   often   seen   by   Lysani   folk   as   the   personifications   of   the   three   main   gods:   Aelagona   (Goddess   of   Love),   Areāzma   (God   of   War,   Battle   and   Strategy   )   and   Apovēzos   (The   Sun   God   and   the   god   of   peace   times,   songs   and   poets.)

[d0reah]

@coldcastles asked: "I don’t want to think, I just want to feel." from JON SNOW

"Nexum   est   solum   nostrum.The   vow   is   ours   alone,   Jon   Snow.   But   to   feel   pleasure,   you   must   think.   So   if   you   must,   focus   only   on   me,   and   the   pleasure   we   can   bring   to   one   another."   An   absent   lover   of   the   mind   is   no   lover   at   all.   She   understands   his   plea,   his   face   and   eyes   tell   a   story   far   beyond   what   she   can   understand.   They   say   he   had   been   through   the   dead   and   came   back.   Her   God   of   Death   is   not   cruel   but   another   lover   of   the   Love   Goddess,   and   for   such,   she   can   be   that   for   him,   but   never   just   a   senseless   distraction.   She   guides   his   hand   between   her   legs,   removing   his   gloves   and   feeling   his   hands,   colder   than   most,   for   he   carries   the   North   in   his   blood   and   then lets   him   feel   her.  

Doreah   had   already   prepared   herself   to   make   it   easier   to   feel   her,   warm   and   inviting.   Her   other   hand   drags   the   man   closer,   titles   dropped   when   they   are   together,   for   they   are   just   a   man   and   a   woman   now.   "Focus   and   think   of   what   you   can   give   me.   What   I   want,   and   what   you   want."   She   encourages   his   movement,   as   she   feels   fingers   drag   over   her   slit   and   then,   inviting   him   further,   her   mouth   gape   open   as   fingers   deepen   inside   her,   the   delight   is   evident   in   her   face,   and   how   her   body   responds   to   his   movements.   "Tell   me,   what   do   you   want   for   me?   Think   of   that.   To   claim   my   body   until   I   cannot   walk?   To   spread   your   seed   inside   me?   For   me   to   beg   for   it?"   She   whispers   against   the   roughness   of   his   cheek,   drawing   her   body   closer   to   his   own.  

Legs   wrapping   around   his   waist   and   so,   distance   is   non   existent   for   the   two   of   them.   Her   breast   bounce   with   her   own   movements,   as   she   grinds   herself   against   his   hand.   "I   would,   you   know.   I   beg   sweetly,   they   told   me   once.   You   would   make   a   goddess   beg   and   desire   only   you."   And   perhaps   he   is   different   than   other   men,   but   most   men?   They   desire   such   a   thing.   And   Doreah   would   give   it   to   him   if   he   wanted.   "I   want   it   too.   To   feel   you   deep   inside   me,   rough   and   hard,   like   those   winters   of   yours."

[d0reah]

@coldcastles asked: [hurried.] DÄTHEDR hikes DOREAH's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

He   is   in   a   rush.   He   barely   discards   his   own   clothes   and   focuses   more   on   her   own,   and   even   then,   he   does   not   waste   time.   His   hands   had   pleased   her   before,   expert   fingers   moving   inside   her   to   give   her   desire,   warm   and   wetness   with   an   ease   not   many   men   find.   Doreah   makes   a   note   to   tell   him   to   use   his   mouth   next   time,   but   that   would   take   perhaps   too   much   time   and   she   had   experienced   before   how   much   he   enjoys   the   art   of   using   one's   tongue   to   pleasure   a   woman.   It   made   her   greedy.   Regardless,   as   he   hikes   her   dress   out   of   the   way,   he   would   find   she   wears   no   undergarments   but   the   pearls   of   Lys.   It   is   what   most   courtesans   and   high   end   lovers   wear   in   her   land   anyways,   and   a   skilled   lover   would   know   how   to   handle   them   without   breaking   them   apart.  

Her   own   hands   barely   have   time   to   remove   the   sleeves   of   her   dress   to   expose   her   breast   before   he   pushes   inside   her;   slick   and   easy   and   hard.   "Theos   (God)!"   She   whispers   back,   hands   moving   to   grasp   onto   his   shoulder   as   ocean   like   eyes   look   at   the   Prince   with   amusement   and   desire,   biting   on   the   bottom   of   her   lip.   "Me   vindicasti."   The   Lysani   tongue   escapes   when   she   is   high   in   pleasure   that   she   forgets   that   he   might   not   understand.   "You   claimed   me.   Keep   doing   as   such,   my   Prince.   And   you   always   do   it   well.   Gods   know   you   been   blessed."   Oh   how   he   fits   and   she   delights   in   the   pleasure   of   it   as   her   hands   hold   to   his   biceps   for   support   as   he   begins   to   thrust   inside   her.  

Each   grind   and   push   inside   her   is   met   with   a   gasp   and   moan   of   delight,   eyes   struggling   to   keep   open   due   to   his   skill   and   desire   that   rushes   through   them,   her   skin   turning   golden   with   sweat   as   she   frees   one   hand   from   his   body   to   move   to   between   their   bodies,   first   teasing   the   line   that   goes   from   his   body   to   his   cock,   feeling   it   as   it   goes   deeper   inside   her,   and   then   to   her   clit,   where   she   adds   to   the   pleasure   as   she   presses   on   her   sweet   pearl   and   matches   his   energy.   "You   are   in   a   rush."

[d0reah]

doreah is worshipped where she is from in lys as she was born during an eclipse and in their tradition that meant during a festival of their three Gods as one. for that alone she was given education in the pleasure arts and became the highest courtesan in lys, and a paramour of two high princess of lys, it is likely she would had married one and became his wife and head of house if viserys hadn't shown up and after requring her services and falling for her in his own twisted way (i suspect because of her valyrian ancestry and her likeness to dany too, as you know, he is a twisted targaryen). i also think constantly of that passage mari send me shortly after viserys died, of doreah looking at fertility charms and i am just. . .my girl, what if she was pregnant?

and if she was, whatever drogo died or not she would fear remaining with drogo because of him killing viserys and her carrying viserys child. so she would had gone with dany.

[d0reah]

bed chem is doreah coded.

[d0reah]

let doreah love your muse.

[d0reah]

The air in the garden shimmered with heat, heavy with the scent of crushed hibiscus and spiced wine. Doreah stood beneath the shade of a silk canopy, her sheer Lysene robes catching the breeze like sails. She had learned long ago how to draw attention without demanding it, how to appear as decoration while listening like a spy. But today, she did not need to eavesdrop—Prince Däthedr xo Joraq stood only a few feet away, as vivid as a painted dream in his emerald-green tunic trimmed with gold feathers, his skin kissed bronze by the sun.

He reminded her of Lysandro, or any other Prince in how he poisoned himself. Though he had a calmness neither of them had. “I expected the men of the Summer Isles to be bold,” she said softly, her voice dipped in wine and smoke, “but you watch like a poet, not a prince.” She tilted her head, strands of her hair spilling over one bare shoulder. “Do you find stories here, in this corner of a foreign garden? Or are you waiting to be written into one?” Doreah saw the intelligence behind his eyes. Not the hunger she so often faced, but something more dangerous—interest. She could play a dozen roles for a dozen men, but something about the prince unsettled the script. She took a step closer, light as a dancer, the scent of jasmine clinging to her.

@coldcastles “In Lys, we are taught that pleasure is art. In Qarth, that it is power. What does it mean, to a prince of islands where the sea never sleeps?” Her tone was teasing, but her curiosity was real. For once, she wasn't merely entertaining a guest. She was... intrigued.

[d0reah]

tuppers ayoooo

[lannasroleplaymemes]

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

[d0reah]

is doreah an icon, yes.

[d0reah]

i'm making new tupperbox so we can discord rp folks :)

[d0reah]

so gotta go eat, feeling a lot better thanks to @worthyheir and now i'm gonna do starters and discord stuff.