Wisdom and Strength

Eleanor Tully. Tweny Three, Mistress of Maps for King Arryk.

[eleanor-tully]

cedrictyrell·:

— NODDING in response to her words regarding a possible proposal, cedric kept his gaze fixed on the people before him whilst engaging in basic small talk with the tully girl. her situation was precarious at best; would she marry into a family loyal to an independent throne, or the iron throne? it made his own arrangement seem much easier in comparison; though it was a subject he had definitely not paid much thought to in recent times. “indeed, eleanor. you are blessed; not many women have the same privilege of a father consulting them before arranging a match.” 

“It is more so he does not want to be humiliated by me publicly breaking the arrangement or running from the altar. Both are possibilities. My father knows that I do not care what my reputation might be with people who do not truly matter.” It was somewhat flippant but it was true. “I have a good position and have worked hard to get it. That is what I truly care about.” And well...she had the company she preferred when it came to her bed. “I know who I am and so do those around me. I could not ask for more.” 

[eleanor-tully]

lysellalannister·:

“I’d imagine so. As Mistress of Maps you must endure that quite a bit.” Lysella herself could never imagine holding such a position, so much to worry about and so much to keep in mind. “Ah yes, the Arryns and the Tullys, how could I forget. Well, I should hope not, I abhor violence.”

“Sometimes violence is deserved. In this case, I think it fits. Though I know I am too quick to anger when it comes to those I care about.” She took another sip of her wine. “So how many marriage proposals have you turned down tonight. Personally, I am only on three. I do not know if I should be offended or not.” 

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“house tully of riverrun is a great house of westeros. their lands are to the west of the continent. their seat is riverrun, they rule over the riverlands from this castle. the tully sigil is a silver trout on a red and blue background. their house words are family, duty, honor.”

[eleanor-tully]

lysellalannister‌:

“Most want power, and I’m afraid they may sacrifice peace if that means they are able to obtain more of it,” Lysella hummed judgmentally, her eyes darting across the sea of people. She shot Eleanor a curious look. “I did not know you and Princess Rosalyn were close. I heard from a maid that her brother went following after her in a rage. I never thought I’d see an enraged Arryn.”

“They can get very heated when they want to be.” Eleanor took another sip of her drink, shaking her head. “Our families have been intertwined for generations. I am not surprised her brother was upset. I hope he physically takes care of them. I’ll lend support by public humiliation.” 

[eleanor-tully]

cedrictyrell·:

— raising one of his eyebrows at her forward question regarding the matter of anyone catching his eye, cedric offered the tully woman a small, wry smile in response to the question but chose not to give a direct answer. there were many who had caught his eye tonight; though it would not be a matter of telling. “nobody in particular.” he responded smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest as the two stood watching the crowd before them. “and what of you? 

“I have a few people who I would not mind speaking with. But that could be said about many gatherings. People are always interesting and in settings like this, even more so.” She took another sip of her wine as her eyes scanned the crowd. “I mostly have been avoiding ill-placed marriage proposals. Even with my position. It is all downright silly. I am happy my father will not accept a proposal on my behalf.” 

[eleanor-tully]

cassanaxmor·:

“ah good, i’ve been looking for him. thank you for finding him.” the northerner said as she quickly caught on to what the redhead was implying with the comment. once they were far enough away and out of earshot of the man, cass let out a laugh as well. “well it was a very good excuse to come up with rather fast. honestly, i would take anything to get out of a dance with someone like that. either the dance was going to just go horribly or the conversation was and i wanted no part in either of that.”

“I believe both would have happened,” Eleanor said with a chuckle. She grabbed them both a goblet of wine. “It is my usual go-to exit for situations like this. If they follow, I will go to a guard or even a friend. It has not failed me yet and I am glad to have been able to help you.” She chuckled before taking a sip of her wine. “Other than potentially terrible dance partners, how are you finding the ball so far?” 

[eleanor-tully]

cedrictyrell·:

— “we have no intention of halting any form of trade, my lady.” he responded in a frank tone, his eyes wondering toward his men sat beside his brother at the tyrell table. “not with all of westeros, the riverlands included. we are neighbours, our people often see eachother as brothers.” haltering any form of trade for the sake of diplomatic annoyance would only damage the economies of each kingdom; he was sure that no one in the room tonight would want to take such a detrimental risk. “i believe everything else can wait until the summit.”

“Good,” she said confidently. Some may not understand her reasoning for being on Arryk’s council and this was one of those reasons. She could put the Riverlands in positions they may not be able to by themselves. “I hope all feel the same way. It is not fair to those we have been charged with ruling to suffer.” She took another sip of her wine, studying Cedric for a moment. “Well if everything else can wait until the summit, shall we speak of more entertaining things? Anyone catch your eye tonight? Anyone here who should not be?” 

[eleanor-tully]

lysellalannister·:

“I’m doing lovely, all things considering,” Lysella offered with a smile. “It is… still strange to be in the company of a kingdom that once hated my family, but everyone has been quite nice. Well- besides that whole ordeal with the Arryn princess.”

“I think most people want peace. That is a very unifying belief. I like to think even those quick to anger think the same.” The talk of Rosa broke her heart. “I do hope she remembers some names. I have the full intention of calling them out. Publicly. And very loudly.” 

[eleanor-tully]

fcnghcrn·:

      “MIND YOURSELF, LAD!  ” the lord of sharp point said with a laugh as he yanked a young lordling out of the path of a dizzy, drunken, twirling older lady who’s cheeks were red and wind-addled.    watching with nigh on twenty others, falhar looked on the wobbly, loud woman was caught and steadied by a similar-aged man, swiftly being escorted out of the hall so she would stop making such a fool of herself obviously.     “how does one get to such a state?   the sun has only barely set!” he chortled to no one in particular, shaking his head;  “i venture she will be feeling quite rough come morning.”

MIDSUMMER BALL, EARLY EVENING.   open.

Eleanor couldn’t help but chuckle at Falhar, shaking her head as she took another sip. “This is Dorne. Not only that, this is a party in Dorne. This is something that will be spoken of for years. Or well, not by her.” She smiled before looking over at him. “Are you participating in the competition? Or just viewing?” 

[eleanor-tully]

cassanaxmor·:

cassana’s eyes was fixated on a gentleman across the party who seemed to be jumping from lady to lady asking for dance. some said yes and now most were shooing away the somewhat irritating man, who was getting more and more desperate. “gods….i bet you two pieces that the next group turns him down again” cass said quietly to the person next to her, a slightly smirk at the thought. though suddenly her eyes got wide as he began wandering towards them. “oh shit.”

Eleanor was about to counter bet when she saw him coming towards them. Without a second thought, she linked their arms together. “I do believe I saw him over here,” Eleanor said too loudly as she turned them. “I know you would not want to keep him waiting. What a tragedy that would be.” Once they had made it far enough away to speak freely, Eleanor started to laugh. “I panicked. I apologize. But that was better than dealing with him trying to convince us to dance.”

[eleanor-tully]

cedrictyrell·:

LETTING out a warm chuckle in response to her last comment regarding the extravagance of the martells, he could not help but nod in agreement as he downed the last of his drink. a golden servant girl winded her way around the pair, balancing goblets of dornish red wine and snakes around her neck. “speak of them and they shall appear,” he commented in regard to the snakes, refusing another goblet of wine. “i wanted to ask you if there was anything you would like to clear up in regards to any matters prior to the upcoming summit - you know, before we’re all locked in the great hall for hours on end.” 

Eleanor should be skeptical of Cedric’s question. At least she thought she should be. But it did truly seem to be good natured. Or at least civil. “I do not think there is anything pressing. Other than making sure trade between our lands can continue. And those of both Westeros and the Riverlands can travel freely. Those are the two matters I truly care about.” She grabbed another goblet from the servants. “Are there things you wish to discuss?” 

[eleanor-tully]

lysellalannister·:

“Now those are proper wishes,” She said, tossing the coin over her head and into the waters behind her. She smiled at her friend and picked up her goblet of wine once more. “To friends,” Lysella raised her goblet in a toast, urging Eleanor to join her. “And to wishes,”

“To friends and wishes,” she said as they clinked their glasses together. Eleanor took a healthy sip before speaking once more. “How are you doing tonight? I must admit, I will be sleeping quite well once this is all over. The planning for this must have taken months.”

[eleanor-tully]

lcnnisterking·:

    midsummer ball;   open.

      SEATED comfortably under a tent of brilliant red and gold, the iron throne’s party was rather enjoying the sprawling wonder of dornes finest.   arryk had retired to the outdoor section of the celebration -  people flowing to and fro between the grand hall and the decorated courtyard and gardens.   there was a slight breeze, thankfully, and he was enjoying the freshness of it on his skin.

    COOLED by the semi-sea air, he rose to stretch his legs and mingle with the others who were nearby and play the part his title required of him.   arryk didn’t mind mingling with people, he was actually comfortably social, and to not be the host this time made him feel somewhat more at ease as he approached a lone figure.

Eleanor had taken a few moments to herself, not wanting to do much more than try and collect her thoughts. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable in groups this size. It was just the...extravagance of it all. She had taken a seat closer to the outside of the gathering, taking a few sips of wine as she took some deep breaths. The crunch of the walkway caused her to look up, smiling as she saw Arryk. “Your grace,” she said as she raised her glass towards him. “Needed some air as well?” 

[eleanor-tully]

Taurus Horoscope: From what I can gather a Taurus is the kind of person that would edit a Wikipedia article just to win an argument they knew they were wrong about. You're all stubborn little shits, and you know it but you will disagree with me just because you're little shits and you know it. Trying to get a Taurus to admit they are wrong is like trying to talk a brick wall into doing yoga... it's just not gonna happen. Taurus' are unwavering, strong-willed and steadfast in their opinions... which is just a nice way of saying you've got your head shoved so far up your own ass that it's stuck and you're obviously too stubborn to ask for help to get it out.

Morrec: ... fuCKN?!

Eleanor: ... excuse me?!

Taurus Horoscope: But you're apparently very dependable... so there's that, you guys just really are stubborn.

[eleanor-tully]

lysellalannister·:

open starter.

midsummer night ball.

Lysella flipped the silver dragon in one hand as she walked idly around the golden lit fountain, the bottom of which was covered with coin of every color. The still waters reflected the lanterns above them, only rippling from the echoing of steps from the party behind her. “What should I wish for?” She found herself asking, her eyebrow raised at her companion. “It seems silly to want for anything in a place like this,”

“A woman being actually able to truly make a name for herself without marrying,” Eleanor said as she took another sip of her wine. She may not be able to say that to some, but to Lysella she could. “Or an endless supply of Dornish wine. Both would be rather great options.” 

[justmorerpmemes]

Unspoken Fluff Starters

A gentle brush against fingers.

A head pat.

A short shoulder rub.

Leaning into their side.

Joining them in silence.

A quick hug from the side.

Sitting with them.

Bringing them a drink.

Bringing them food.

A hug from behind.

Stroking their hand.

A slight nudge of the elbow.

The lightest ‘boop’ on the nose.

A head to head touch.

A quiet evening walk.

Sharing a meal.

One resting on the other.

Giving them their coat.

Handing them a small gift.

A comforting smile.

Making space for them to sit.

A soft brush against the face.

A quiet kiss.

A comforting hug from the front.

Sharing a nap.

[eleanor-tully]

& @princess-amartell & @alys-black

[eleanor-tully]

@niiych​

After the presentations for the Sun Goddess, Eleanor thought Niyah had it in the bag. Though she knew she was biased. She held back, letting her many admirers speak to her. Once she was alone, Eleanor grabbed two goblets of wine, walking over to her lover. “If you do not win, I believe this conflict is rigged.” She handed one goblet of wine to her. “You look beautiful. Truly.”