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i’m gonna be cracking on with replies on both roslin and my new bby jeyne poole today. i won’t be around tomorrow because it’s my best friend’s wedding and i’m a bridesmaid ( yay ). the wedding should finish around midnight, but you know i’m staying up til 2am to watch that second episode of game of thrones. anyways, if you wanna plot i’m around all day ( today ).
alys karstark.
Alys hummed softly in acknowledgement, her gaze returning to the horse. Resuming her actions with the brush, she let the repetitive motions calm her, the tension flowing out of her shoulders. “Both, I suppose,” she answered, casting the other woman a smile. “I find riding to be quite relaxing.” For all that the Crownlands were so wholly different from the cold, barren North, in all its frozen beauty, Alys still felt at home on horseback. The strangeness of camp made her wary far more than the unfamiliar terrain.
The other woman was familiar to her, she had seen her around before - but where? Most of the Northern ladies Alys could identify, friends or acquaintances from childhood or recent campaigns as they were. Nevertheless, she felt certain she had seen the other woman amongst the King in the North’s retinue - a Riverlander, perhaps?
Finishing her careful ministrations with the brush, Alys returned it to its place and turned to face the woman once more. With a smile, she decided to take a gamble, rather than asking outright her name or homeland. If this woman knew who Alys was, and Alys had forgotten the her name, she felt it would place her at the disadvantage - any appearance of weakness, any misstep, was simply unacceptable. “And how are you finding the Crownlands, my lady? Quite different from the Riverlands, I expect.”
There was an air of ease about the Northern Lady, an addition which quashed some of Roslin’s concerns. Sometimes she found it difficult to speak with others when their gaze was unforgiving and their words were riddled with hidden meanings. After meeting several Southron ladies, the river girl had determined that most of the women were rarely honest and even few said what they truly felt. It was all rather confusing. But through the years, she had come to understand something of the games which people played, even if she was not naive to think she could ever play.
❛ Despite my longing for home, I cannot bring myself to complain too much. After all, we have been offered a safe haven from a ruthless army, ❜ Roslin explained. She knew that if her father were still alive, Lord Walder would not have left the Twins, in fear of putting any actual effort into his life. He was content to grow old in his keep, becoming part of the furniture so long as he had a young new bride on his lap. A lecherous old man. She did not miss him, she only missed the Riverlands.
❛ I hope you forgive my ill manners, but I have always found the recollection of names to be difficult. ❜ It was the only polite way of wording her forgetfulness, as she looked at the Northern Lady with an unsteady gaze.
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you would think after the long wait of 500+ days, that being in the final hour would feel like a breeze. but this feels like the LONGEST HOUR EVER. just saying.
alyskarst4rk:
{ open starter } - the crownlands
The frenzied preparations for a war that just couldn’t seem to end touched every corner of the encampments, and Alys was growing restless. Although she had all but been born on horseback, been raised with three brothers, she had always felt more suited to wars of politics than wars with swords and spears. Charming a visiting Lord or soothing disgruntled smallfolk were all but second nature to her by now, but here, she felt useless. Watching men, her men preparing to fight an enemy Alys was not entirely sure they could defeat left her with a near-constant pit in her stomach. Tired of feeling as if her skin was crawling, tired of feeling stuck in one place amongst people she knew did not quite trust her, people who only held their tongue because other concerns were greater, Alys seized her first opportunity to escape from the throngs of people.
Dress muddy and hair tangled and messy from her ride, Alys figured she must look wild as she stood outside the stables, running a brush across her horse’s soft back. It was quiet, over here; it appeared the men were busy elsewhere. For the first time in what seemed like ages, she felt calm. The hard ride had finally quieted the nervous energy that seemed to be her constant companion. Hearing footsteps approach, Alys could not help the tension that squared her shoulders, even as she turned to greet the figure walking in her direction with a blinding smile. “Looking for a horse, or looking to get away for a moment?” she quipped. “Come, join me - it’s quiet over here.”
Roslin missed the Riverlands. Her long days of innocence, running barefooted through the lush green, eating ripe berries beneath the sun and splashing about in the clear rivers, while small fish flitted against her calves. She longed for simpler days. Whenever she wanted true peace, the young lady would hide away in the stables, for her sisters knew her the sanctuary of the rivers.
Her long wool-lined skirts dusted across the cobbles and hay, as she walked deeper into the stables. There was a mix of sounds which filled her ears, men murmuring to the horses, the sound of one mare chewing which another huffed. One looked particularly restless and was trotting around its paddock, she was swift in walking past that particular steed. Her gaze was then directed by the sound of another voice.
“It was only peace that I desired. I am not so well suited to riding horses,” Roslin responded glumly, moving to stand beside the Northern woman. “Have you been out riding? Or did you also seek the quiet?” She could not recall meeting the woman before, but almost every face felt new to her, she had met so many. It was hard to distinguish the new from the old.
━ period ask meme
( part two. )
‘you were made to be kissed, often and well.’
‘we’ve had vicious kings and we’ve had idiot kings, but i don’t know if we’ve ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king!’
‘killing isn’t supposed to be easy. if your hands weren’t shaking, you’d be him.’
‘any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king.’
‘the gods are man’s creation, to give answers that they are too afraid to give themselves.’
‘when you are young and powerless you dream of possessing mystical strength, and once you are grown and strong you condemn lesser folk to that same dream.’
‘treat them as friends until they prove themselves foes.’
‘do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart!’
‘any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power. but earning it for yourself, that takes work.’
‘i’m not a fool– i know a true royal would never look at me but except to ruin me.’
‘but in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.’
‘the freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.’
‘well, I’ve made up my mind, anyway. I want to see mountains again – mountains; and then find somewhere where I can rest.’
‘please. it’s been a long time since i used that word.’
‘we march to victory, or we march to defeat. but we go forward. only forward.’
‘nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.’
‘i grew up with soldiers. i learned to die a long time ago.’
‘well, i am going back into the open air, to see what the wind and sky are doing.’
‘nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.’
‘your unhappiness gives me no pleasure. your absence, however…’
‘all men should keep their word, kings most of all.’
‘we don’t like those in our house to go hungry or thirsty.’
‘i’m constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.’
‘by what right does the wolf judge the lion? by what right?’
‘home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread. through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.’
‘i would rather have hope with you than certainty with anyone else.’
‘i want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’
‘a hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.’
‘the world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.’
‘pity? it was pity that stayed his hand. pity, and mercy: not to strike without need. and he has been well rewarded.’
‘win or lose, you will answer for it. that’s what kings do.’
‘memory is not what the heart desires.’
‘start your killers young, before their consciences are grown. start them young and they will be lethal.’
‘we are all lonely and all seek a hand to hold in the darkness. it is not the harp, but the hand that plays it.’
‘how can a god disapprove of a good hump?’
‘forward now. forward to battle slaughter.’
‘so you settle to be a slave, eh? yes, lord, no, lord, let me hold your prick while you piss all over me, lord?’
‘only the gods tell him what to do, and you should beware of men who take their orders from the gods.’
‘i don’t make love to you because i want a baby. i want a baby because i love you.’
‘i always believed that death is a fate far better than life.’
‘if servants are gossiping about your unmade bed, it is too late to rectify the situation.’
‘go ahead, ruin me! i could give a damn about my reputation here.’
‘love is irrelevant to people like us, a privilege that we do not share.’
‘sooner or later, blood will be spilled. it’s just a matter of whose.’
‘have you considered… if you came with your heart open, ready to love me.’
‘there’s nothing evil in the woods…unless it comes from us.’
‘the grim work, the blood feast, the song of the blade, they call it.’
‘however badly you want me gone, i promise, i want it a thousand times more’
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LOCATION: the crownlands, exact location open. STATUS: open to all.
talia stood tall, eyes looking at the dark sea which stretched as far as her eyes could reach. the northerner was used to unforgiving snow and the lack of scent that it brought with itself. the smell of salt was still something she ought to get used to. it wasn’t unusual for the red-haired girl to just look — observing eyes, taking in more than most thought she did. with everything that had happened, the looming threats seemingly coming from all directions took most of her thoughts and she found herself getting lost inside her own mind.
despite everything, talia couldn’t deny the calmness that came with the rough waves of the sea, crashing against rocks far away from where she stood; although she was not easily frightened, standing a few steps from the edge of a cliff wasn’t something she was keen on doing.
even with her racing thoughts, the forrester lady could still hear footsteps approaching. “the smell of fish is starting to make me miss the unforgiving snow of the north.” she missed home, she missed ironrath.
Roslin stood silent, the curvature of her fingers wrapped over one another, while her dark hair rippled violently in the forceful winds. She wondered how much more forceful the gusts would have to become, to knock her from her place atop the cliff. Beside her, the taller lady had acknowledged the aroma of fish, which she herself was more than accustomed to. The Riverlands smelled of rain, wet grass and fish, but she would not have had it any other way. It was her home.
“That is where you and I differ. The smells are almost comforting to me,” Roslin revealed, while her lashes brushed across her cheekbones when she closed her eyes, almost as though she could see the vibrant green of the Riverlands and hear the laughter of her sisters as they danced under the maypole.
“Is this your first time in the south, my lady?” she asked, noting the Northern twang which decorated the woman’s words.
an update. after passing my driving test today and getting used to the changes at work, i’m happy to say that i’ll be resuming full activity on the dash tomorrow - my mini hiatus is drawing to a close. i’m also going to be working on my application for one feisty mira forrester, because i need that icy lady in my life. i’ll be around for most of the day drafting replies, so feel free to hmu.
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she finds sleep harder and harder to find as the days go on. it won’t be long before they officially start their march north , towards the dreaded enemy. worry finds it’s way through her as she lies down. she can’t close her eyes long enough for sleep to take hold. and so she’d since abandoned trying.
she was still in her clothes of the day , gazing out the window at her children. what angry beasts of fire they could be , yet as they slept upon the grassy cliffs below she saw their bodies twitching and adjusting for comfort. viserion had an itch on his nose , huffed , and out came streaming tendils of smoke. the scene made her smile.
her smile did not disappear as she was joined by another. “ no. please , stay. “ daenerys welcomed the company. it was much preferred over staring up at her bed’s canopy or simply gazing at her children until she felt like sleeping. “ thank you , lady frey. “ she recognized the girls features from the few times she’d spied her around the castle.
In the early years of her childhood, Roslin would sit with paper puppets and move them across the flames, so that shadows would be cast upon the walls. She created stories for her little sisters, telling her of the dragons which ruled the lands, and of their fall. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to see one, but Roslin found herself stood next to Daenerys Targaryen, looking at three very real dragons. They were terrifying and glorious, and beastly. The river lady held her tongue, out of fear of insulting the Dragon-Queen. She did not want to voice her unease at the sight of the three dragons outside the window.
She was happy to not be dismissed from the woman’s presence since it would have been all too easy to feel embarrassed by it. Often, she felt as though she were a pariah in society, and no one would ever allow her to forget her father’s crimes. “It seems that when the realm goes to sleep, my mind awakens. My thoughts are fed to the stars, like moths to a flame.” Roslin then realised that the Queen might not care, and felt herself backtracking. "Nevermind, that does not even make sense. I fear that when I have been awake for too long, I lose all reason to my words."
⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔
“ you mock my pain! ” “ life is pain. ” “ he’s only mostly dead. ” “ i’m on the brute squad. ” “ you are the brute squad. ” “ prepare to die. ” “ we’ll never survive. ” “ nonsense. you’re only saying that because no one ever has. ” “ who are you? ” “ get used to disappointment. ” “ you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. ” “ i’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. ” “ that may be the first time in my life a man dared insult me. ” “ drop. your. sword. ” “ shut up!! ” “ you’ve made your decision then? ” “ i bet my life on it! ” “ truly, you have dizzying intellect. ” “ you’re just stalling now. ” “ you guessed wrong. ” “ enough of that. ” “ surrender. ” “ you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept. ” “ i hate waiting. ” “ morons. ” “ you are wonderful. ” “ you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you. ” “ why are you smiling? ” “ because i know something you don’t know. ” “ goodnight. good work. i’ll most likely kill you in the morning. ” “ oh, there’s something i ought to tell you. ” “ think it’ll work? ” “ it would take miracle. ” “ hear this now — i will always come for you. ” “ this is true love, you think this happens every day? ” “ death cannot stop true love. ” “ i died that day. ” “ we may as well die here. ” “ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ” “ as you wish. ” “ why didn’t you wait for me? ” “ you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces. ” “ you killed my love. ” “ it’s possible. i kill a lot of people. ” “ yes, you’re very smart. shut up. ” “ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ” “ inconceivable!! ” “ let me explain. ” “ your vote of confidence is overwhelming. ” “ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” “ will you ever forgive me? ” “ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ”
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No one is going to be allowed to destroy us.
CLOSED STARTER | @zcldrizcs
The Dragon Queen both intrigued and frightened her. There was a power which emanated from the silver-haired woman, but her story was full of struggle and accomplishments. In a way, she felt as though she could relate to Daenerys; They both had terrible fathers. In accepting Robb as the King in the North, she had been made to accept Daenerys as the Queen of Westeros - it was a clever alliance as far as she could tell. Roslin had very little understanding of politics, only treachery. The wild-flower of a girl had not expected to come across Daenerys at such a late hour. Moonbeams shone down and coated them both in light.
“Your grace,” she greeted out of respect. “The moonlight agrees with you.” It must have been that the Queen’s hair looked as though the moon had been poured onto it. “If you would prefer to be left alone, I can leave,” she added quickly, realising that the Queen might not wish to engage in idle chit-chat. It was not as though she was a respected member of the court, most people sneered at her, but Roslin wanted to change people’s perceptions of her. She was not her father.
STARTER CALL. It’s that simple really. I’m usually not the best at completing them ( not to put you off ), but the Roslin muse is alight and I wanna interact with more of you! So if you would like a started from my little river girl, just like this post.
fallon carrington: an actual princess 🥀
