𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 helen .

[fireblcd]

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[heavnlearchive]

“      you   think   too   highly   of   me.      ”     celtigar   speaks   and   it's   an   attestment   to   how   different   he   is   with   her   than   others   (   or   perhaps   more   to   the   misplaced   belief   she   seems   to   have   in   him   as   a   result   )   -   that   she   thinks   such   a   thing.   he   is   no   gentleman,   not   in   the   way   she   speaks   of.   “    and   it's   rather   unfortunate,     ”    he   continues   in   agreement,   though   thoughts   linger   in   the   truth   of   the   events   so   often   unfolding   in   the   dark   walks   of   the   keep.   “      but   perhaps   one   day   it   will   be   so.     ”    his   arm   is   offered   to   maiden,     “      until   then,   shall   we   ?       ”

[fireblcd]

" oh , only when it comes to our friendship. i do have some idea of what a scoundrel you are with others. " she teases him lightly , soft smile accompanying her words. if anything , it only made him more endearing to her , to be treated so kindly by someone who may not be held in such high regard by others. " i hope so. it'd be a much nicer world , don't you think ? " though she is well aware that he was entirely correct in his own observations , and that she could hardly blame anyone for having such thoughts about a lord and lady alone. fingers gently curl around his arm , smiling up at him. " we shall. "

[solwintersarchived]

joanna  silently  agrees, lips pressed into a thin line  –  the  fact  that  gysella  and  alannys  weren't  by  their  side  bothers  them  as  well, and  little  sister  being assigned to be  under  her  majesty's  keen  gaze  is  as  worrisome  as  it  is  relieving,  for  the  greyjoy  is  as  distrustful  as  they  come.  "  all split up? lord  helios  misses  his  lady  wife,  how  endearing.  "  joanna  teases  after  a  moment  of  silence,  deciding  not  to  share  their  worries, but keep spirits light and high instead.  "  you  needn't  worry  brother.  i  am  certain  gysella  is  more  than  pleased  to  be  rid  of  you  for at least a night  and  get  to  gamble  your  jewels  away  on  top  of  all.  " 

[fireblcd]

a roll of his eyes follows his sibling's comment , though they were not at all wrong. " i worry about her. she's nervous to be around so many nobles , and she wants to impress them. " she'd hardly said as much to him , but despite their marriage still being fairly fresh and new , he knows parts of her that he likes to believe no one else does. " oh , i'm sure she'll have a grand time doing as much and aehrys will do nothing except encourage her , the bastard. " he shakes his head , though amusement crosses his mouth. there is far less to worry about considering his two favourite people were together , and thus he could focus on his sibling. " we should have a little wager of our own. i bet i can get my arrow in the stag before you do. "

[seraphaics]

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   ━━   for  :  helios  greyjoy  [ @fireblcd ]  ,  their  chambers  before  the  queen's  party   . 

never  in  a  million  years  would  gysella  have  imagined  herself  living  the  life  she  had  right  now  .  the  red  keep  was  a  mere  fairytale  she  had  heard  of  as  a  child  ,  never  really  believing  it  existed  until  she  step  foot  in  it  .  funny  how  the  fates  were  ,  gysella  thought  as  she  glanced  at  her  reflection  in  the  mirror  ,  from  shivering  in  the  cold  on  a  fishing  vessel  to  make  ends  meet  to  being  dressed  by  servants  to  attend  this  lavish  party  for  her  majesty  .  her  gaze  trailed  to  helios'  reflection  ,  the  corner  of  her  lips  tugging  as  eyes  meet  .  "  is  it  too  much  ?  "  gysella  glanced  over  her  shoulder  .  "  i  could  give  these  noble  ladies  a  run  for  their  money  ,  "  she  chuckled  as  she  turned  back  to  her  reflection  ,  running  her  hands  through  the  delicate  fabric  of  her  dress  .  "  now  ,  would  you  make  haste  and  help  me  fasten  my  dress  ?  we  musn't  keep  the  queen  waiting  ,  "  teasing  her  husband  .  "  ━━  and  no  funny  business  ,  you  .  i  want  no  creases  on  my  dress  .  "

[fireblcd]

there was not a day that past that helios regretted his marriage. it had never been something that he'd wanted when he became a man , always thinking of things like suffocation and iron chains whenever he thought of it. it had felt like conforming to the needs of society rather than the needs of himself. then he had met gysella and she had warped his view on such things , warped it enough that he knew that he could commit to her as a salt wife at the very least. stepping into her space , he stills entirely at the sight of her in the mirror , the dress she'd chosen accenting every curve of her body , every plane that he had spent hours upon hours memorizing. " gods , you are the most perfect creature to ever walk this earth. " his hands find her waist , tugging her against his bdy as he ducked his head to press a lingering kiss to her cheek. " i can't believe you would ask me to fasten it rather than the other way around. king's landing truly has changed us , sweetheart. " he teased in return , lightly slapping her thigh before doing as she asked. " the nobility won't know what to with such a beauty walking among them. "

[solwintersarchived]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 -- the doe's party , maidenvault

the  jewels  prince  kasporio  had  brought  to  the  doe's  party  were  all  expensive,  yes,  enough  in  value  to  rebuild  half  of  westeros,  but  they  were  of  no  importance  to  him,  really,  of  no  emotional  value  for  each  one  of  them  he  had  three  more  back  home.  with  cups  refilled  constantly,  including  his  own,  the  game  gets  more  intense,  lords  and  ladies  around  him  getting  carried  away,  each  bet  more  valuable  than  the  previous  one.  "  alright  then.  "  kasporio,  nicely  buzzed  and  all,  murmurs  to  himself  as  his  turn  approaches.  the  thrill  of  gambling  had  gotten  to  him  but  he  was  losing  momentum  and  he  couldn't  let  it  get  boring  now,  could  he?  so  he  undoes  the  necklace  around  his  neck, chain  embroided  with  tons of tiny  gems  that  reflected  the  dim  light in the room,  connected  around  a  huge topaz  stone, which in turn was surrounded by pure gold.  he'd  had  it  since  the  day  the emperor took him in,  for  it  belonged  to  the previous  topaz  prince  of  house  dagareon,  hundreds  and  thousands  of  years  ago,  dating  back  to  the  empire  of  dawn.  gambling  it  away  would  be  a  bad  decision,  to  say  the  least, which is why losing was not an option.  "  your  turn. better be good.  "  he  turns  to  the  person  next  to  him  with  a  challenging  smile, raising a cup of wine in a quiet salute before bringing it upon his lips.

[fireblcd]

he may not be a future emperor , but his house certainly had enough coin for him to have a grand time at the young princess' party. that and the fact that he had become so good at telling lies that gambling came easy to him. he smirked at his old friend , leaning back comfortably in his chair with one hand still on the table , fingers drumming idly at the polished wood. he huffs a laugh the moment he sees the prince put in a necklace he had never seen the man without any time he spent time in essos. " will you truly wager something so sentimental , my friend ? " eyebrow raises before he works of a ring with a large emerald encrusted in the middle , something won earlier in the night that he didn't care about parting with. he clearly holds more clarity than his friend , at least at this point in the evening. " do you think it will suit my complexion once it's mine ? "

[heavnlearchive]

aphroditic   maiden   can   imagine   what   fun   it   must   be   to   hunt   among   the   greatest   hunters   of   the   land   (   or   so   she   would   assume   -   for   why   else   might   the   foreign   queen   select   who   she   had   ),   yet   will   not   deny   the   calm   of   the   dragon's   gathering   too,   is   welcome.   at very least she   is   grateful   to   be   kept   from   her   sister   at   this   time,    not   yet   able   to   face   her   following   her   actions.    “      are   you   ​​​​​​​enjoying  ​​​​​​​ yourself  ?      ”    serene   expression   crosses   princess   amethyst's   face,   teacup   lifted   to   lips   in   dainty   movement   -   revealing   amber   jeweled   bracelet.     “    i've   never   enjoyed   the   hunt,   so   i   was pleased   to   be   kept   from   it.      ” only a half truth, but one she offers them nonetheless.

         [           open to those attending the queen's banquet           ] 

[fireblcd]

she is more than a little pleased over which gathering she had ended up at. hunting was not in her nature , often wincing her way through it during times when her uncle had implored her to go. she held a theory that stags were sacred to her bloodline , precious. a representation of her house. it felt like a sin to hunt such a creature. and gambling , well , she had a terrible poke face even if she did enjoy a game of cards. thus , when the princess asks her such a question , the truth comes easily. " yes , very much so. the queen holds such lovely banquets , it is an honour to attend. " it was much more her style. voice lowers , lips pulling into a smile. " besides , i don't particularly enjoy hunting and i am horrible at bridge. "

[solwintersarchived]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 -- the stag's party , kingswood

joanna  lacked  expertise  in  hunting,  it  was  not  something  they  were  used  to  due  to  the  iron  island's  harsh  conditions  rarely  providing  an  outlet  for  it,  but  they  were  excited  nonetheless.  the  sound  of  excited  murmur,  goblets  being  filled,  blades  and  arrow  being  sharpened  filled  the  kingswood.  the  greyjoy  had  finished  their  preparations,  bow  strapped  to  their  back,  ready  for  the  go,  they  sat  by  the  tents,  cup  of  wine  in  hand  as  light  hues,  observant  as  always,  noted  something that pleased them.  "  my,  the  woods  are  to  be  filled  to  the  brim.  i  see  familiar  faces,  ones  i  would  swear  were  not  put on  our  list.  "  joanna  turns  to  the  person  next  to  them,  tone  low  and  lips  turned  upwards  in  amusement.  "  you  reckon  the  queen  will  have  their  heads  for  disobediance?  " 

[fireblcd]

he is not much of a hunter when it came to land animals. he's been with the targaryens in the past and on various name days throughout the years. still , he is more comfortable spearing fish from the sea or skinning a walrus for it's pelt. boars and white stags were far less entertaining in his opinion. he's got his bow and sword beside him , mildly sulking that he had been separated from both his wife and dearest friend and placed instead with that ghastly lannister lord. the fact that his sibling was with him was his only consolation. " unsurprising given the queen seemed to want us all split up. " his gaze turns to joanna , smirk coming across his features. " i hope so. it'd be amusing to watch the heads roll down that hill over there. "

[aumonique]

[2ndson-deactivated20240208]

      ebony hues and curled locks of identical hue are a sight greeted with warm welcome, perhaps the prince's sole salvation in this vast, woeful sea of wretchedness. there is little aehrys has not, nor shall not tolerate from the greyjoy. " let us cease our concern for my expression. " he mutters bitingly, syllables lilted and thick with the excessive consequence of saccharine westerosi whiskey, and plucks the chalice from the fingers of his companion to lift it to his own mouth instead, keen to savour the scorching sensation. " y'done ogling at the open cleavages? i must get out of here. " aehrys then declares with a rather keen impatience, desirous for the mirthful companionship of his lifelong comrade over the boastful festivities, arranged by the children of the gilded dragoness herself, opulent and exorbitant. he spins, makes a rather ungraceful exit of the hall of revelry, through this dense throng of people, and heads for his own chambers through the lengthy passageways within the large castle. " helios ... " the prince begins, digits combing through pearly locks, a heaviness tugging on his words, chest feverish with ale, " fuck. let's leave for essos this very night. lys, perhaps. " he passes a gold-framed portrait of a silver-headed woman that is displayed with pride upon a stone wall, eyes deeper hue of his own, her countenance resolute, clad in crimson. daenerys, perhaps? or visenya? he bears no concern. " what say you? ".

[fireblcd]

there is an ever present smirk on his features at his friend's annoyance , though it quickly dissipates when the prince steals his drink. " do learn to take a joke , dear friend. you are letting the dragons and the other sad saps of this keep get to you. " he replaces his goblet within moments , swallowing down the ale that he so often indulged in. it always made a party even more enjoyable than it usually was , always heightening the level of depravity and joy in the air. " i am never done ogling cleavages , especially when my wife tells me i'm not allowed to touch her until everyone here has seen her lest i crease her dress. for you , though , i suppose i can make the sacrifice. " he sighs , watching his friend turn before he grabs the whole bottle of ale from the servant and following his dearest friend. he is unsurprised by the way his mood can flip from jovial to brooding in a moment , all too used to his antics as aehrys is to his own. "and risk your mother's wrath for abandoning her festivities and your brother's wedding ? tempting. " he admits , the thought of pissing off the holy queen an entertaining one. " i say that running away to lys is not going to help get rid of that rosy bride they found for you. "

[seraphaics]

"  a  little  bit  ,  "  aerina  replied  meekly  .  they  were  far  more  grand  ,  too  grand  that  it  would  put  the  targaryen's  gathering  to  shame  but  they  need  not  know  that  .  "  they  have  their  similarities  and  differences  but  parties  are  still  parties  at  the  end  of  the  day  ,  would  you  not  agree  ?  "  the  princess  smiled  .  "  i  am  still  acquainting  myself  to  westerosi  customs  .  the  dances  are  fascinating  !  do  you  dance  yourself  ,  lady  jaide  ?  you  must  teach  me.  "

[fireblcd]

sitting there beside the princess , she tries to imagine what it would be like. she's been told plenty of the lands across the narrow sea, knowing that it was certainly different from what she was used to in the stormlands. " that is very true , i believe. all parties seem to have the same people , the dancing , and the lemon cakes that everyone seeks out. " she smiled in return , a quiet laugh leaving her. " i do love to dance , very much. i'd be very pleased to be the one to teach you. "

[heavnlearchive]

“      are   we   all   so   transparent,      lord   helios   ?      i   hadn't   realized   you   knew   many   tyrells.     ”   words   said   in   jest,   for   he   is   right   -   in   more   ways   than   one.   long   proclaimed   rose   of   the   reach   would   far   rather   be   found   within   the   greenery   than   surrounded   by   the   judgement   of   the   court.      “      you   are   correct,      though   -   save   for   my   mother.      the   gardens   have   always   irritated   her   senses.      perhaps   one   needs   to   be   a   tyrell   by   birth   not   by   name   to   share   the   appreciation.     ”

[fireblcd]

" i'm an excellent judge of character , ros. what can i say ? not to fret , though. you'll always be my favourite tyrell. " he flashes pearly whites at the maiden , always thinking himself far more intelligent than he had any reason to. he can not blame her for being drawn here rather than staying up in the keep. he'd had half a mind to go down to the docks and taken someone's boat for a spin around the harbour , himself. " funny , i thought all people from the reach loved flowers more than most. "

[oftroje]

hidden  in  the  shadows,  only  flickers  of  candlelight  accentuate  strong  cheekbones  ⸻  caught  in  conversation  with  some  old  ruling  lord,  zoned  out  of  the  conversation  as  all  rhaeys  picks  up  is  daughter  and  dishonor.  his  mind  does  not  heed  to  the  words  —  if  whatever  is  alluded  to  is  true,  golden  -  haired  targaryen  will  slither  his  way  out  like  the  deviant  he  is.  relief  overtakes  body  as  mother's  master  of  laws  seeks  him  out,  saving  crown  prince  from  more  stern  talks  from  an  overbearing  father  whose  daughter  he  might  have  slept  with.  lips  part,  white  shark  teeth  pressing  together  in  smile  but  they  do  not  reach  his  eyes  -  not  genuine  but  when  has  it  ever  looked  heartfelt.  "  perhaps  you  should  ask  her  that  yourself,  my  lord.  i  dare  not  speak  for  her  grace  the  queen.  "  simple  words,  deflection  but  the  smart  choice  -  strategically.

[fireblcd]

there was a reason that he had decided to stay in the capital and make the crownlands his new home. he had faith in his queen , liked the way that she headed his council and thought him a man that held the law above all else. he had liked that , but he liked the future he could see far more. he liked the demeanour of his prince , the way that the dragon always seemed to know the right things to say , politically or otherwise. he liked the future that he could see in him , but more than that , tharion liked the possibilities that it could create for him. " i will when people stop swarming her long enough for me to get a word in. " hand raises his goblet to his lips , sipping at the dornish red before sliding his gaze back to the prince. " may i be so bold to assume you were not enjoying it quite so much before i saved you from that conversation ? "

[twitchywitchys]

she knew better than to mouth off; voice her honest opinion over the night's festivities. lady velaryon currently on her best behavior as she offers an insincere smile and pleasantries. since it was the only way to play the game as she's been repeatedly told by her elder brother. the snow haired beauty having to swallow her pride more than she'd like to this evening. araceli on the verge of finding the nearest body of water to purge herself of such falsehoods; valyrian blood fueled by a mix of indignation and restlessness, unsure of how to calm the sensation other than stepping foot on the sea's shores. or better yet, sail away in her embrace altogether. she begrudgingly pulls herself from her reverie and laughs when spoken to. ❝why yes, the only thing that could make this better is seeing a dragon in the flesh.❞ been there, done that.

[fireblcd]

he masks the way the thought of the dragons disgusts him wholly. they were awful creatures , creating destruction the last time that they were free to roam this world. he was a godless man , faking his faith whenever it benefitted him in front of his queen , but he did not blame the gods the way his queen does for the tragedy that killed his grandparents. he blamed those scaly , awful creatures. " now wouldn't that be something ? " he comments quietly as if it would be an interesting sight to behold rather than a disgrace. " perhaps you should take a ship to the west and search for one. "

[heavnlearchive]

“      you'd   risk   being   seen   alone   with   me,      my   lady   ?     ”      she   has   no   need   to   fear   he   attempt   anything   that   might   dishonor   her   -   not   her,      never   her   -   though   their   solitude   in   the   gardens   could   be   perceived   as   such.      “      come   now,      jaide   -   what   might   our   families   say   ?     ”      his   own   would   take   it   as   an   opportunity   -   her   own   ...   he's   not   so   sure.      “      no,      perish   the   thought   -   i   know   just   the   balcony   that   might   be   perfect   to   view   the   meteors   from.      i'm   enjoying   them   thus   far,      but   we'll   enjoy   the   festivities   even   better   from   there.     ”

[fireblcd]

" only because i have faith in how much of a gentleman you are , my lord. " though her face does flush at the implication he makes , and stupidity takes hold in her feelings for not having considered it before speaking. " at times , i do hate the way our society works. the fact that i can't even walk with a friend without it being seen in a suspicious nature is an awful thing. " though she knows that he's entirely right in the matter , can hear her uncle's voice in the back of her head disapproving. " the balcony it is , then. "

[celestei]

the princess smiled brightly as visage of their lady in waiting came into view . no matter who her heart belonged to within it there would always be places for her family and jaide . " my darling , i would love nothing more , " they said with a giggle as golden curls bounced with giddish movements as they walked arm and arm with the baratheon born . " i made sure that all of our favorite treats were made along with mother's , " hela took no notice of looks and bows from people she passed , their full attention was on jaide . " i feel terrible for barely speaking with you all evening but you must tell me everything . have you danced ? please tell me you've danced , " their lady was too fair not to be swept off to the dance floor .

[fireblcd]

there's a warmth that fills her at the sight of helaena by her side , an ease overtaking her in their presence as it always does. jaide is often quiet by nature , more reserved and happy to keep to herself when she can. but around helaena , it always brought her out of her shell. " all of them ? there are some very good benefits of you being a princess , you know. " she giggled , leaning into their side as they made their way through the crowd. " please , you needn't feel bad about that , you're one of the hosts of the evening. and i did dance with one of the tarly lords. " she grinned wide , a light blush coating her cheeks at the thought. " tell me that you are having a good time. "

[fireblcd]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         francois arnaud,  35,  cis male,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  HELIOS  of  HOUSE  GREYJOY,  the  LORD HEIR  of  PYKE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  LOYAL  and  MESSY  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  sailing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of   curls wrapped around another's fingers , laughing smiles as a drop of wine trickles down a chin , the rage of a stormy sea in his eyes , sea salt crusted on skin , disappointment weighing on shoulders but refusing to show it .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE GREYJOY.

i ⸻ general

NICKNAMES  :  lio ( affectionately ) , hel ( derogatory )

ALLIANCE : house greyjoy & house targaryen

TITLES  :  lord heir of pyke

MARITAL STATUS  : married

CHILDREN  :  probably has a bunch of bastards woops

PHYSICALITY  :  brown wavy hair that grows especially curly after being in the ocean , a thin scar from the time someone cut his throat but just didn't press deep enough to kill him , 6′2 , lean but muscular.

ii ⸻ personal

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION  :  bisexual

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION  :  demiromantic

MORAL  ALIGNMENT  :  chaotic neutral

SINS  :  lust  / gluttony /  greed  / sloth /  wrath  /  pride  /  envy

VIRTUES  : chastity / temperance / charity /  diligence  / patience / kindness /   humility

iii ⸻ biography

there was joy in the iron islands the day that helios was born. lancion and julienna greyjoy had always taken their duty seriously , knowing that they must provide their lands with an heir to lead them into the future. when helios came into this world screaming , julienna pressed a kiss to his brow and decided that he would be a grand lord one day.

he was raised on the belief that the world was his oyster and the tide changed for him. his mother spoiled him , his father taught him all he knew and yet , the message did not quite sink in the way that they intended for it to.

oh , he was arrogant. told from birth that he was something special to have all that he pleased from life. he would be one of the greatest seafarer's of their generation according to them , and on that point they were at least partially correct. the sea was in his veins , and he travelled far and wide as often as he could. he raided anywhere he pleased , stealing riches and jewels from wherever he could. he often paid the iron price for the things he took , having little regard for the life of those he deemed irrelevant.

he became best friends with a prince of westeros , and it felt almost as though he was untouchable because of such a fact. for who would dare to invoke the wrath of a dragon ? though that is not the reason helios spends so much time in summerhall , instead he often thinks of aehrys as a brother to him.

he began travelling to essos when he was fifteen years old , seeking anything that would keep him entertained. he would always be proud to be ironboy , would always think his own people far superior to others , but he enjoyed getting to know other cities and people all the same. he's most certainly been banned from at least one essosi city probably for sleeping with someone's wife , but helios merely thinks of it as a great story.

his parents hoped that he would settle down and do his duty as the future heir , perhaps finally take an interest in politics , but he never did. instead, lio always figured that he would have advisors for that sort of thing. he had little interest in being stuck to the iron chair all day listening to the nobles bitching about each other. but by the same margin, he wouldn't dream of stepping aside for his sibling to do it. it was his by birth right to rule the islands as he pleased one day.

his parents tried to arrange several betrothals for him only for him to drive them all into ruin. he'd either insult the house or his potential bride, laughing as they left the islands in a huff. he refused to become shackled to someone who wanted him to settle down , spend his time playing at politics and conforming to society's view on him. several years into adulthood and he especially felt the pressure on him to have children , a responsibility that scared him most of all. every time his parents pushed him towards such things , it only made him feel more and more like it was all a trap.

when he'd first met his now wife , she'd just been another body to warm his bed. and then he got to know her better , was charmed by her humour and how she was the opposite of everything society pressed upon him. most importantly , she made his heart fill with love for the very first time. it made all his fears slip away when it came to commitment , and he married her within a year.

he thought that it would appease everyone that he had taken a wife at last , happy to have children to name heirs if it meant he'd have them with her. but they still insisted that he marry a rock wife as if there weren't past instances of the children of salt wives becoming heirs if there was no rock wife. it left a deep unhappiness to settle over him like a storm cloud , the realization that he would never be enough unless he conformed.

it is a difficult thing to now hold such resentment towards his lord father and lady mother. it's even more difficult to ponder the idea that perhaps his life would be far easier if they were not around , especially when his heart still begs him to forgive despite all of the damage they have done to it.

iv ⸻ tidbits

big fan of knives and he has at least five strapped to his body at all times. most of them are stolen , and his favourite has a hilt of silver with a large ruby encrusted at the end that he calls sir pointy.

he's been in four past betrothals and has absolutely ruined them all some way or another. usually through insulting either the person who was betrothed to or their house. has defs made a few enemies that way.

you know the slutty white period shirt ? he wears them constantly , often with so many buttons undone it creates a v neck. also loves being shirtless and will use any excuse to take his shirt off.

he's so unserious , hence why he plans on forming a council in the islands to guide him once he's ruling lord. truthfully man just wants to do all the parts of ruling that include bringing him pride and glory rather than the political crap.

he may have a very complicated relationship with his parents , but he loves his siblings very much. he's allowed to talk shit about them , but anyone else who does is gonna get their face smashed into a table.

v ⸻ wanted connections

all of them

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . fahriye martell / @sunxspeared .

" oh , princess fahriye you look so beautiful in that gown. " jaide complimented the princess immediately upon setting her sights on the woman's gown . she had always loved when all the nobles gathered together for something themed , always excited to set her gaze upon the fashion that people would display. it's a moment later that she realizes that her words could be taken quite a different way and she flushes bright pink , panicked hues flicking up from the fahriye's gown to her face. " forgive me , i did not intend to sound so forward. i just adore your gown. "