“ those who go, they don't come back. ” [ 💌 words spoken by @dicmcnds ]
lannister heir speaks without thinking, only catching it moments too late that he missed a word, but the effects could be already destructive ⸻ depending on the love his sister feels for him. his smirk does not show his typical arrogant smugness instead it dwindles down to awkward regret. while he oft talks without a care in the world, there is something about coddling his younger siblings even if tommen knows that they do not need it ⸺ infinite times smarter than him, knowledge of the true hardships of war and still ... " clearly, i meant to insinuate that those who leave don't always come back ⸺ i've always made sure to come back to my home after fighting the battles, everything for the lannister legacy, " he jokes but the light airiness that was never truly there is gone. " and truthfully, some women are better off with their husbands staying behind on the bloodied battlefields with their corpses providing nutrients for crimson clover and poppies. "
the golden lion balked at her brother , eyes wide before narrowing into angry slits . " i refuse to allow you to leave without us a chance to drag you back home . " as much as cerenna wished and prayed for the crown of the rock to rest upon her brow , there was no part of her that would allow her brother to perish in order for it to happen . " damon has not set foot upon a battlefield but he left me a widow nonetheless . . . " her expression twisted into something quite unreadable , the conflict between wanting more and the loss of something safe and secure still raged beneath her ribs . it was a battle in her own self that she will never know the outcome of . but the little lion heaved a small breath and looked up at her brother with inquisitive eyes . " so you have thought of it then . . . the possibility of not coming back to us ? you speak of it so resolutely that one might mistake it for a choice , brother . "
“ they are men like any other men. they want gold, glory, power. that's all i am trusting in. ”
said. @dicmcnds
❛ and you , dear cousin , have at least the first . ❜ comes his reply , eyes as bright as the emeralds of the summer isles as they assess her . glory she is not entitled to ⸻ none of them are ⸻ she will have to fight and claw for it ( especially as the youngest of casterly rock's own pride ) . power , she too has little , but could have far more if she wished ⸻ will have more as she plays her cards . still , at birth she was privileged with more than any of the smallfolk will ever carry - or even the horned baratheons from their place of destitution . ❛ have any caught your eye ? should i be preparing to make any introductions on my lady aunt’s behalf ? ❜
the little lion bared her teeth — a snarl disguised as a sweet laugh . " most men spend their entire lives trying to achieve such a feat . . . i wonder if being a woman might make such things easier to attain somehow , for i so want them for myself . " bright emeralds twinkling in the light , it was difficult to miss the ambition she wore so plainly upon her features when surrounded by those in her pride . " i know not of anyone that could be appropriate , you must feel so yourself for dear alicent . what must one do when the two most desirable dragons are no longer viable ? " anyone else will not do ! " have you any news from the north , cousin ? it seems a wonder that the stark king still refuses to name an heir after all this time . "
“ your eyes can be so cruel. ”
one year ago with prince aegon targaryen , at her wedding day to damon marbrand ( @avolates )
she glimmered and glided across the dance floor , dressed in pure cloth of gold that would cause any minor lord to pause and stare . the young lion knew that she wanted to descend upon crowd like an otherworldly vision , anything less was simply not good emnough . the festivities were as grand as is expected from a lannister lady of her station , and although she took her new husband's name ; there was no mistaking exactly whose daughter she was . " aeg— my prince, " she halted breathlessly , confusion and surprise etched across her delicate features . was he really going to ruin this day — out of all days ! — with one of his antics ? the beam upon her face dimmed , ever so slightly . " surely you are mistaken , i do not wish to be cruel . . . not on this day ! " a lovely twinkle of laughter , well - practiced and pristine . cerenna reached out a bejewelled hand for the targaryen prince to take . " will you not ask me to dance ? surely my new husband could spare me for the hand of our prince . "
“ forgive me, i spoke of things i should not.”
with lord trystane allyrion ( @steelfyre )
" no ! " she blurted out , eyes wide and beseeching — it was one of the first few precious words her brother had said to her during their arduous journey to king's landing . calla had long past finished combing through the meagre two books she has on her person . however , her cheeks darkened with embarrassment , had she spoken out of turn ? " forgive me , i . . . what i mean to say is — you could tell me , brother . " please do .
“ where have you been? i've been looking all over for you.”
with princess eila martell ( @casiopeiae )
calla smiled , brighter than the sun , as she descended upon her friend with an embrace . " many apologies ! i was off at the library this morning and completely lost track of time — the next thing i knew , i was already late to meet you . " her jewellery gleamed bright under the sun as she shifted to sit upon the stone bench , dark eyes flashing to stare inquisitively at every bloom and flower . " i may be speaking out of turn . . . but if this is truly the place where a king sits , i cannot imagine how dreary and grey the other castles must be ! "
lady calla allyrion of godsgrace in the image of the serpent
billowing emerald and cream , soft silk that wraps around her body and trails behind her as she turn sharply from one corner to another . her locks , piled high above her head and weaved through silk smooth faux serpentine scarves — with the golden necklace of interwoven snakes upon her throat , the gift from the neighbouring king she was so terrified of disobeying .
lady cerenna lannister of casterly rock in the image of the kraken
dark blues and indigos swirling in patterns like hurricanes , fluttering with every step and swirling with every slight movement . bright golden tresses piled up upon her head and fitted with deep indigo tentacles attached to a crown of corals and shells that reached down to hide a brilliant emerald gaze . the king's onyx tentacled jewel fitted onto the centre of her crown . pale skin decorated with dark indigo scales , up the graceful column of her neck and down lithe arms .
“ life is not a song , sweetling , you may learn that one day , to your sorrow . ”
announcing, her grace, LADY CALLA OF HOUSE ALLYRION,
beloved youngest sister to the ruling lord of godsgrace.
CHARACTER INSPOS : lady sybil branson née crawley ( downton abbey ) , alice ( alice's adventures in wonderland ) , daphne, duchess of hastings ( bridgerton ) , elizabeth " beth " march ( little women ) , cosette ( les misérables )
in the time of dragons , CALLA ALLYRION is entering the game of thrones . said to be loyal + idealistic , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be stubborn + emotional . when asked about them , people are always reminded of reading too much with her heads high above the clouds , loving so fiercely that the recoil might bruise , leaping into fields of flowers with her eyes closed , soft hands and hurried words — running continuously with nowhere to go . though they are the LADY OF GODSGRACE , their true loyalties lie with house allyrion and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE SEPARATION OF THE REALMS above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── rae
STATISTICS
NAME : calla ione allyrion
NAME MEANING : calla — beauty . ione — violet flower .
TITLE : lady of house allyrion
KNOWN AS : lady calla , the moon of the south
AGE & YEAR OF BIRTH : twenty and two , 439 ac
GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis woman , she / her
ORIENTATION : bisexual
STATUS : unmarried & betrothed to tba ( wc ! )
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S) : common tongue
FAMILY
FATHER : mors allyrion , late ruling lord of godsgrace
MOTHER : mara allyrion née _____ , late lady of godsgrace
HALF - BROTHER : trystane allyrion , ruling lord of godsgrace
BROTHER : liege quentyn allyrion
SIBLING : lord / lady / liege ____ allyrion
BIRTH ORDER : trystane → quentyn → ____ → calla
PHYSICAL
FACECLAIM : india amarteifio
HEIGHT : 167 cm
HAIR COLOUR : midnight black
EYE COLOUR : light caramel
BIOGRAPHY
a young daughter , a little rose to complete the vision that her mother had dreamt of . little calla spent her days running through the gardens , chasing after her older siblings with her much shorter legs and squealing in glee once they plucked her up into their arms . sheltered , and wholly doted upon , the youngest of the allyrion children was not privy to much of the whispers that her mother dealt in — dark eyes occasionally peeking out from the pages of thick tomes , always with a smile , always with a warm bout of laughter . she knew no hardship , it was evident , and her heart remains full of love that would continue to spill over . her mother had use for them all — little calla had her place in their household , and it is to keep quiet and pretty , and distinctly out of the way until she was to be sold off to the highest bidder .
however , the lack of hardship and the pretty stories that had filled her head had made her brave . . . to a fault . she leaps without looking , and runs without care , words always spoken with passion and heart — nothing is ever half - meant . calla speaks with the conviction of someone who had lived a thousand lives despite barely having one of her own , adopting the adventures and feelings written upon the page by strangers into her heart and mind . she studies with rapt attention , always , enriching her mind within the gilded gates of the beautiful garden of her mind . it will one day matter , she thinks , and until that day she will continue in her quest .
but it had all gone wrong .
finally , she was old enough to see the flicker of change in her mother's expression once her eldest brother entered the room . she was quiet and perceptive enough to realise just what it had meant when he disappeared to go off on adventures and the rest of them were kept under lock and key . still , one could not grow out of naivety without hardship — and calla had little to none ! she believed in her mother implicitly and loved her all the same . the way she loved her eldest brother and the late father they shared .
in the last gasps of girlhood , she remembered trystane coming thundering down the halls of their home after a long journey — decidedly without his usual jovial smile and astonishing stories of his adventures . it had made her pout after him , only to be thrown into her rooms without further explanation . everything started to crumble before it crashed in a whirlwind . her mother was swiftly executed by her brother's hand and the calls for the rest of her children to join her grew stronger with every passing day . calla fell terrified of her eldest brother despite of how much she still loved him — she was at his vengeful mercy .
so she did what she does best . for seven years after her mother's death , calla stayed out of the way — refusing to take sides between her siblings and proclaimed her loyalty to them all without fail . she delved deeper into her books , courageous only her mind . there was no telling where her life might lead now as trystane held the helm , the last vestiges of her courage had withered away once confronted with a chance to converse with her brother in any meaningful way .
older now , although not necessarily wiser , she must quickly realise that perhaps cowering in fear would do her no favours . calla must make a choice : to find comfort in the last family she had left or venture away from the gilded fences of her home , at long last .
( naivety and bravery could only breed a fool , in the end )
announcing, her grace, LADY CERENNA OF HOUSE LANNISTER, beloved daughter to the ruling lady of casterly rock.
CHARACTER INSPOS : princess kitty shcherbatskaya ( anna karenina ) , cressida cowper ( bridgerton ) , violet, the dowager countess of grantham ( downton abbey ) , catherine, the great ( the great, season 2 ) , princess margaret ( the crown , season 1-2 )
in the time of dragons , CERENNA LANNISTER is entering the game of thrones . said to be enchanting + pristine , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be cruel + calculating . when asked about them , people are always reminded of decadence whilst leaving a trail of destruction , secret smiles amid courtly intrigue , silken golden hair and haunting eyes , a lion; waiting to pounce upon her prey. though they are the LADY OF CASTERLY ROCK , their true loyalties lie with house lannister and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support their family above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── rae , 28 , est , she/her .
STATISTICS
NAME : cerenna saede lannister
NAME MEANING : cerenna — serene , tranquil . saede — princess , a crown .
TITLE : lady of house lannister
COURT POSITION : lady - in - waiting to princess lucella
KNOWN AS : lady cerenna , the fairest flower of the west
AGE & YEAR OF BIRTH : twenty and seven , 434 ac
GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis woman , she / her
ORIENTATION : heterosexual
STATUS : widowed & unbetrothed
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S) : common tongue
FAMILY
LATE HUSBAND : damon marbrand , heir to the house of marbrand
FORMER IN-LAWS : the house of marbrand
FATHER : _____ lannister , née ______ , late lord of casterly rock
MOTHER : genna lannister , ruling lady of casterly rock
BROTHER : lord tommen lannister
SIBLING : lord / lady / liege ____ lannister
SIBLING : lord / lady / liege ____ lannister
BIRTH ORDER : tommen → ____ → ____ → cerenna
COUSIN : lord lancel lannister of lannisport
COUSIN - IN - LAW : lady ____ lannister née ____ of lannisport
FIRST COUSINS , ONCE REMOVED : lady alicent lannister , lord jason lannister , lady leonora lannister
PHYSICAL
FACECLAIM : elle fanning
HEIGHT : 175 cm
HAIR COLOUR : pale golden sunlight
EYE COLOUR : light emerald
BIOGRAPHY
cerenna dances to the tune of intrigue. perfectly, and with grace dripping from every precise movement. the legacy of house lannister had always been certain, for it is quite the feat to be at the very forefront of public life whilst still operating in the shadows. control must constantly be achieved twofold, after all. but the little lady had never been close-minded, nor dim in any way — her family’s upbringing would simply made it impossible ! — and she recognises that power does not only come to those with titles. her family had forged influence through the fire of sheer ambition and cunning, for it was gold that had made kings bow and show their begrudging deference, and the lions will continue to prance forwards with fearless aggression.
so she accompanied her mother as hand to the king and became princess lucella targaryen’s lady-in-waiting , spending plenty of her time traversing the beautiful goldroad on horseback as early as she could. throughout her childhood and teenage years , cerenna was perfectly happy to bridge the distance between her two homes , feeling herself the master of both ; the unmistakable golden lioness of the rock , and a lovely pearl of the targaryen court . the young lion knew enough not to be more beautiful and charming than princesses of the blood , but it certainly did not mean that she must lower herself for others !
oftentimes, when her mind thought of the rock she called her home , the gold that glittered and the power that pulsates from it - cerenna begrudgingly lifted her eyes at her beloved brother . she loved him so , the way pride and loyalty coloured all things that was tied to her blood , but heart-wrenching jealousy could not help but to heed its ugly head , whispering : what if you were sat atop the rock instead of your brother ? what if your cunning and ambition could be used to further your house with you yourself at the helm ? the intoxicating thought squeezed at her heart , and it was only through the harsh grips of loyalty did she wrestle her selfishness down in the name of the prosperity of her house . still , the young lion eyes could not help but to look back towards the rock during her journeys down goldenroad . . . . daring to dream a little of what could have been .
she steeled her heart and determinedly placed her ambitions elsewhere , no matter how much she wished it wasn't so .
she was just twenty & five then, and might be considered far too old for some to be unmarried, but cerenna lannister isn’t just anyone. she is the fairest flower of the west that will always remain out of reach, a feeling she enjoyed so much that the little lady had once considered staying unmarried for the rest of her life: to be above the ownership of men and to be free from the thought of others dictating her life. of course, cerenna could not believe of another name better than lannister, why would she ever trade a treasure for anything less? but the rest of westeros, unfortunately, did not believe it to be so. she must now sell the treasure of her family name for valryian blood, to start climbing and continue the noble tradition of house lannister; that is to remain as close as one could be to the iron throne. despite having a glittering circle of friends and always placed at the very centre of the court of casterly rock, cerenna could count the true friends outside of her blood just in one hand.
( she would insist that it would be beneficial, truly, to trust others so little )
however, through fate or design, despite being the hand of the king lady lannisport has failed to secure a substantial royal marriage for either of her daughters, which only made cerenna tend to her grudges like embers of fire that will slowly become roaring flames. becoming queen of the seven kingdoms have never felt so close, before it was ripped form her fingers — at least in her mind ! but a marriage was planned and executed nonetheless, for cerenna and the house of marbrand — a loyal vassal with an impressive stronghold. it did not make her a princess, but it one day would make the ruling lady of ashemark .
was it enough ? certainly not.
despite it seeming so to some, cerenna lannister wasn’t heartless. and when her new husband rode off one day with his hunting party and came back broken from a great fall — her heart broke when they found out that the fever he sustained from all the blood he lost refused to pass ! ( she did not love him, and perhaps never will, but he was a friend from her childhood that had been a more preferable husband than most ) even after a lavish wedding, the young lion returned home to casterly rock just mere months after her departure to her new family.
ETC.
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a self-portrait in letter by anne sexton // “fare”, devotions by mary oliver // letters from tove by tove jansson // eightbitstories on twitter //the magical year of thinking by joan didion // wrong side of a fistfight by ashe vernon // on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong // little women (2019) // don’t know
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