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ryden tully

Of course he knew he would marry one of the Stark girls, that much had been said and written down on paper, but which one had yet to be decided and that had given him a sort of peace of mind, it was a way to avoid the reality of the situation. However it was short lived and when Lianne had been brought forward he could’ve swore all color had been drained off his face, his soul had left his body and his heart was chocking him stuck in his throat. While neither of the girls would’ve been his preferred choice being betrothed to the blonde of the Stark made it all the worst. Lianne was her brothers apple of his eye, where he went she was sure to follow, and unfortunately for all the parties involved Ryden was very much aware he would not make the innocent girl happy. He could offer her a tittle, a more than comfortable life, she would be taken care just as she had been all her life. But he would never give her his heart.

His duties called for him to be up earlier, he brushed his messy hair away from his face as he walked down the halls, sleep face still on, eyes barely open. Oh but they opened as he bumped into someone and he saw the curls bounce in the air. He almost slapped himself literally at the thought of had been able to avoid her if he had not let himself be wrapped in his sheets for a bit longer. “Your grace,” he gave her a bow of his head, stern voice. How everything had changed so quickly.

oceanic optics remain locked on his lighter ones and for a moment, the shock that had taken over her features disappears and her insides churn with anger. light gaze tearing away from him and to the wall behind him. the selfish part of her had always hoped he would wed serena, leaving her to fall in love to whoever her heart desired. the selfless part in her, however, was glad that her twin still held that freedom to choose within her palms. and yet, she was still mad. mad that the least emotionally available lord in all of the lands had been promised to her. mad that her brother would agree to have her leave winterfell so soon. it didn’t take a genius to know that her anger with brandon was as short lived as the exposure of a single green grass on the north’s ground. lianne would never hold it against him, she just couldn’t.

as ryden addresses her, lianne’s gaze flickers away from the stone covered walls to meet the ground as her knees bent in a far too perfected curtsy. ❝ my lord. ❞ there was an irony to her tone. one that could only be described as petty. not that she would ever admit to it. and she makes no move to stay, pointed sky like hues finding the wall once more. it’d be rude to walk around him, they both knew it. especially now that they were officially betrothed. and so her next words are as petty as her tone, unable to help herself. ❝ i would hate to bother you. ❞

#. ` - 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : ryden & lianne !

talila martell

She is the lone viper amongst a den of wolves, the Dornish princess clearly standing out with her dark raven hair and olive jeweled skin. She wears bright colors like the robin’s egg blue gown she has on for the celebrations, lined with a heavier fabric because Wintefell is far colder than Sunspear.

Wide hazel orbs eagerly observe the northern nobles dancing, it’s nothing like the ones she knows and a curiosity grows within her at the unknown. “Would you care to dance?” She asks whoever is beside her, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

light hues flicker around the room, delighted at the music and energy that the northerners bring. the highgarden lady is... well, delighted. in every sense of the word. she is wearing her house colors once more, as the coronation was one she felt that the tyrell colors should be shown off in, proof of their presence.

she glances towards the other she she speaks, eyebrows furrowing slightly before nodding slowly. ❝ the only ladies i’ve danced with have been my mother and my sisters... ❞ but she’s not the type to let others down. especially not the dornish princess who she could imagine felt so out of place. perhaps more than herself.

#. ` - 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : talila & sarai !

the eldest stark’s coronation had brought forth some changes. the young stark princess marital status being one of them. from single to betrothed in seconds. and to ryden tully no less. lianne would not say she was horrified with the pairing, mostly because ryden was a handsome lord. one she had met many times before and someone she knew fairly well. and now they were engaged. to wed for their families and the sake of their alliances. still, he had beat her to the impulsive avoidance routine and she was more than happy to oblige. her rides were never in danger, she knew he slept in from their last interaction. but breakfast was eaten quickly and before he arrived, small frame slipping through the back of the kitchen if she cut it too close and his curls were spotted from the door. there was an unspoken routine, a schedule. one she knew very well. all but memorized.

and so she’s making her way out of her chamber, hair neatly braided and small delicate hands folded in front of her. lianne is far too confident in her steps, far too comfortable walking the halls of her home. as many know, and she should have recalled, there is danger in comfort. the small framed princess is all but horrified when her figure collides with a harder, much taller, one - stumbling back. ❝ gods, that was rou - ❞ and then she’s horrified all over as ocean like gaze meets that of her betrothed. how dare he defy their unspoken agreement ?? he wasn’t supposed to be inside. he wasn’t supposed to cross paths with her. not yet, anyways.

@crownsandgods

#this is so awful i suck at starters oml #. ` - 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : ryden & lianne !

ryden tully

“I alone take care of River, it is rare that others settle him in, only if it has been a long journey or I find myself with pressing matters at hand. Today, neither so it shall be my duty and honor to settle him in for the day.” Ryden tapped on the horses neck with open hand, his loyal companion, that horse deserved the best and in his mind Lord Tully was the only one capable of hiving him just that. “Would you like to help?” He asked, not entirely sure if she would comply, but if she did it was a way of keeping an eye on her for a little longer.

Ryden observed her for a lingering moment, golden strides of curly hair that fell down wildly yet charming, she had a certain light to her that the other Stark did not. Rosie lips and clear eyes, she was a lovely young girl and he needed to protect her, even if she did not wish to be protected. “I would never not enjoy your company, your highness.” He would leave his bed, empty or otherwise occupied, to protect any of the Starks. His loyalty to them would come first.

biting back a smile at the other’s words, she makes little effort of expressing just how much she had actually liked his answer. at his invitation, the young stark is unable to hide her genuine delight. because, well, she would take any excuse to sit in the company of her beloved mare. a gift from her brother on her sixteenth name day. probably not what most would expect her horse to look like but that’s probably why they were such a great pair. and yet, her words would serve as a shock to both herself and probably him. ❝ i would. ❞ but it would be too late for her to take her compliance back and too early to cause him any headaches. ❝ i enjoy being around the horses. ❞ her own, in particular.

his lingering gaze does not go unnoticed, perhaps because her own had been doing the same. crystal hues taking in his brown locks and yet, her gaze would falter on his optics - a far too obvious double take on the color. she had thought them to be brown but the more she looked, the lighter they seemed. and far from brown. brown did them no justice for they were an emerald like green ?? at the least. and yet, she doubted having met someone with eyes like his. curiosity is evident in light optics and yet she furrows her eyebrows in a slight frown at his words. ❝ lianne. ❞ the small framed princess huffs out, turning to head towards the stables. ❝ but i rather enjoy your company, as well, my lord. ❞

#. . . _ 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : ryden & lianne !

ryden tully

“Perhaps you will consider to let the guards join you when I cannot. It is after all, in your best interest, I assure you.” He knew trying to stop her would get him nowhere, it had gotten his father nowhere many times with young Ryden, but perhaps they could all get a comfortable middles where everyone got what they needed, and what Ryden needed was for all the members of the royal family to stay in sight and safe until all possible treats to their lives were gone off their lands. Then things could back to what they usually were and Ryden could continue to turn a blind eye on all of them, for the most part.

“But I promise to join you as often as I can get my self out of bed at such unholy hour, of course.” Ryden was many things, dutiful, responsible and overall loyal to a fault, but all of those could only happen until mid morning an on, before the sun he remained asleep and his temper became quite shorter if disturbed. “I shall do my best.” He repeated himself, mostly for himself and not so much for the pretty blonde girl in front of him.

a carefully shaped eyebrow would raise at his words, light optics locking with his. and she offers him a carefully plotted smile. ❝ perhaps not. ❞ the lithe framed royal lets out softly. she motions towards the stables, further raising her eyebrow. ❝ has no one come to settle river in ?? or is it that you do so yourself ?? ❞ lianne understood where he was coming from in asking that she add precaution to her early escapes and yet... it was like talking to a brick wall. she was stubborn.

the only reason why she was such an early riser was to get her moment of just... existing. being a princess of the north proved to lack as much privacy as one could expect. only she had not expected it. ❝ unholy hour, indeed. but - it’s the only hour that offers a taste of a normal life. i wouldn’t dare ask you to do something you don’t want to, my lord. ❞ curious gaze lingering on him as he speaks his promise. light ocean like optics lingering on his features before nodding.

orys baratheon

the alloy of reds, yellows and blues unsheathed from tacked torches all around, providing an exiguous consignment of warm luster amidst surrounding complexions. one belonged to the stablehand whom escorted his stallion, his demeanor was soot and baby-like and his tude, weary. another, a child playing alone in the snow at their feet, he would infer she was his child, but he was too rugged and pure to be at the stage in life. perhaps, he was a pater figure, left with the responsibility to handle a sibling. orys could relate quite well, if not through lack of existing lineage and wealth, then through lack of his father’s scrutiny towards all that was not crowns, wealth and ascension coming of age. the young ruling lord of storm’s end would reach into the depths of his pocket and extract a satiny coin, flipping it with his thumb towards where the child play.

and at last, it was the third person that would draw in his attention and leave him breathless. all that surrounded him would become of a mere flicker of time. it was almost as if all time stopped around him. could it be true? could it be her? her daubed red hair, viewed at if the extreme of the fire joined her being, stood out in the frozen of the night. she looked balmy, solacing; like home. he could not refrain from allowing the corners of his lips to perch up scantly, and yet the most they had since their time shared before the wall. before he could know it, he was taking step more and more near, before picking up the maiden and whisking her into an embrace, ❝ your chambers will do quite well, ❞ he spoke in a muttered, yet blissful tone as his mouth rested near to ear.

one hand placed on the back of her head followed the flow of the silk texture downwards, only to bump into an ornamental stature that followed the outline that of doe. he could not help, but feel a sense of relief and satisfaction, knowing that he stuck in her thoughts from morning on, almost serving as a piece of her. ❝ i am glad to see you kept me with you when away. ❞

tentative gaze takes in his movements towards her ( attentive as ever when it came to him ) but she cannot find it in her to step back, only stand there... waiting. that’s all she ever had done when it came to him. wait. a sense of safety washes over the small framed lady as his arms wrap around her, feet lifted from the ground as he whisked her up. much like he had whisked her off her feet during their first encounter, as children. not that they had been old enough to understand but from that moment, no one could quite compare to the little lord of storm’s end. her touch is tender at first, hands slipping around him in return and then she’s holding him tighter. a melodic like yet hushed breathless laugh leaves her, unable to help it, the red headed tyrell nestles her face into the crook of his neck.

everything about their reunion is familiar to her. perhaps, more intense. the time spent apart was to blame for that. years without seeing each other and no one had been given the pleasure of knowing her as he had. as he did. she falls silent as he speaks against her ear, goosebumps adorning milky skin. not that he could tell considering she was as covered as any sane person in the harsh weather of the north. ❝ gods, i missed you... ❞ she lets out near his ear, voice soft ( as it always had been ). nimble digits threading through the dark silky curls that adorned his head. oh, the countless nights that she had spent curls between her fingers. life was always so simple when in his arms.

his words prompt the noble lady to nod her head, eyebrows furrowing slightly. ❝ that and the memories are all i had left of you... i could never rid myself of it. ❞ her voice seems more hushed, but a hand moves to reach for his as her feet are reacquainted with the snow covered ground. slim frame moving to make her way towards the inside of the castle. delicate fingers slip from his own as the pair nears the door, careful of prying eyes. she is silent on their way to her chambers, careful hands forcing the door open before moving to let him through and following after to shut the door. ❝ come sit by the fire ?? i’ll fetch some covers... or - i could draw a hot bath ?? ❞ her concern was more than evident, small hands moving to reach for the extra covers her handmaidens had fetched for her in the morning.

#i need a tag for them asap #honestly same lmfao #. .. . _ 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : orys & sarai !

I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜ // laena > sarai

slim fingers clutched the soft fabric of the dress she was in the middle of making, light gaze locked on the steady and thorough guidance of the needle. sarai was silent as the lady spoke, providing her with ears to her feelings and a shoulder to lean on. that was what she always did, offer others comfort. far too caring of others’ feelings and yet, she wouldn’t dare change her ways. helping others made her happy.

delicate movements seize all together at the blonde’s next words and the light gaze of the tyrell lady flies towards the similar optics of the lefford. and they narrow, dangerously, as she shakes her head. ❝ i know it can be… tiring and… exhausting when you have no control of your life but you have a duty to your house, my lady. there is no leaving them behind and moving on for women like us… we are stuck until someone else says we’re not. ❞ her words were far more hushed than usual, careful as to not allow her voice to carry out of the room. ❝ you must keep a brave face, you must look past the odds and take control of how you react. ❞

#. - | 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚 #. : laena & sarai !

vaememes

° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜ ❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜ ❛ Would you please shut up! ❜ ❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜ ❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜ ❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜ ❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜ ❛ I heard you the first time. ❜ ❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜ ❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜ ❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜ ❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜ ❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜ ❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜ ❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜ ❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜ ❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜ ❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜ ❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜ ❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜ ❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜ ❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜ ❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜ ❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜ ❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜ ❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜ ❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜ ❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜ ❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜ ❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜ ❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ I have a gift for you. ❜ ❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜ ❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜ ❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜ ❛ You do move quietly. ❜ ❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜ ❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜ ❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜ ❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜ ❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜ ❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜ ❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜ ❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜ ❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜ ❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜ ❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜ ❛ Knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜ ❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜ ❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜ ❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜ ❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜ ❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜ ❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜ ❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜ ❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜ ❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜ ❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound. ❜ ❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜ ❛ Who threatened you? ❜ ❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜ ❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜ ❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜ ❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜ ❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜ ❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜ ❛ You have no need to see this. ❜ ❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜ ❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜ ❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜ ❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜ ❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜ ❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜ ❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜ ❛ Do you hear me?! ❜ ❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜ ❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜ ❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜ ❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜ ❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜ ❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜ ❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜ ❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜ ❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜ ❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜ ❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜ ❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜ ❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜ ❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜ ❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜ ❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜ ❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜ ❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them. ❜ ❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜ ❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜ ❛ I need an army. ❜ ❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜ ❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜ ❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜ ❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜ ❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜ ❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜ ❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜ ❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜ ❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜ ❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜ ❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜ ❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜ ❛ So tell me what you want. ❜ ❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜ ❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜ ❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜ ❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜ ❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜ ❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜ ❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜ ❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜ ❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜ ❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜ ❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜ ❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜ ❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜ ❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜ ❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜ ❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜ ❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜ ❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜ ❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜ ❛ How long will you be gone? ❜ ❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜ ❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜ ❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜ ❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜ ❛ I should have killed you! ❜

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@llefford

ryden tully

Riding the surroundings of Winterfell were the only peaceful moments he had with all the buzzing around there was, it was the only times she didn’t have to answer or fix anything for anyone. Everyone knew not to speak to him or interrupt him then, unless it involved blood or death. He was glad neither of them had come to happened during the stay of so many strangers to their land, and he hoped the North would stay as peaceful as it was before they came. He wished for nothing but the coronation to go smoothly and happy, more than anything because wars were such a hustle, took so much from everyone, avoiding them were best.

“It went as well as it can go with southern people on every turn.” He gave another small chuckle, this one more empty or sarcastic than the ones before. “But it is still my favorite part of the day no doubt. River enjoys the rides just as much as I do, got to keep him in form, one never know when we have to ride to Riverrun and that’s a long ride for both of us.” River was a loyal beat he had gotten as gift from his wife on their wedding day, he had become his loyal companion and he treasured him the most. “Maybe next time we can go together,” He looked at her as if he knew her secret. “The guards, they are quite chatty and you my dear princess are quite the rebel when we are not looking, are you not?”

gentle feminine laughter spews from full rosy lips at his subtle strike at the southerners. it seemed most, if not all, northerners shared the lack of amusement in foreigner on their grounds. her gaze meets the lord’s as nimble digits find their way between the locks of his horse, running through them. ❝ yes, i would think it is a long ride. peaceful at best. ❞ the princess nods her head slowly. ❝ he’s beautiful... and very sweet. ❞ the young stark would hum lightly as her hands left the horse and instead found their place in front of her.

carefully, an eyebrow would raise and her head would tilt lightly. so it seemed that someone else had learned of her secret. ❝ i ride before the sun comes up, my lord. if it should please you, i wouldn’t mind the company. ❞ and the flash of mischief is evident in light optics as she bites back a smile. ❝ there is no fun in following the rules all the time, lord tully. ❞ a delicate shrug of her shoulders followed her words and the slim princess allowed her hands to meet behind her back. ❝ dare i trust that you won’t be joining the guards in their nosy chatter ?? ❞ her head tilts slowly, curious optics locked on his.

gareth tyrell

“The number of attendees to a man’s funeral, or another’s coronation is a good measure of the loyalty of those numbers. It’s good to see that Brandon Stark brings out such a passion for the North.” He chuckled, slightly, before rolling his shoulders. “My condolences about your father’s passing, my lady. He was an interesting man. I met him, once. Not the best of circumstances. I think I remember him dragging your brother away after he’d come to join me for a victory celebration.” With a smile, Gareth reminisced for a moment, before turning his eyes back towards his companion. “You’d imagine, in the spirit of cooperation, your brother would also look to Southern matches.”

“We were happy to answer the North’s invitation. It’s been too long since I’ve crossed the Neck. And I consider your brother a friend, if perhaps a little removed from my life.”

❝ they believe in him... he’ll do right by them, just as he always has. ❞ it didn’t take a genius to see that she admired her eldest brother. it was expected, their bond was one that many spoke of. no siblings understood each other quite like them. that was to be expected as well considering they had covered for each other plenty of times growing up, mostly brandon for lianne but she had truly done her time. ❝ my father was a stern man, he’d of been damned before his heir stained his title. but he meant well and we all knew that. i appreciate your condolences, my lord. ❞ and she did.

❝ perhaps he will, for serena... if she so pleased. we are princesses of the north, my lord... there is value in that title, i’m sure you understand. your house is the wealthiest in the south, is it not ?? ❞ and the sandy haired princess spares him a glance, for a moment or so, before her gaze shifts towards the playing kids. ❝ i trust your travels here went well, then, and that my home is all you expected it would be. if not more. ❞

#. . . _ 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : gareth & lianne !

𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡

He smiled, sheepishly and looked at the ground before back up to her. “My apologies. I haven’t had a chance to catch up on my northern nobility. Though I should say I’d find it a real shame should you not find yourself a husband. Lovely creature such as yourself.” He then turned towards the courtyard and the many lords, ladies and their footfolk which were walking and talking all across the castle. He recognised but a few. It seemed the North was quite heavily represented here.

It was only to be expected, he reckoned. It was custom to send out invitations to all the lords and ladies. A few from the South had obviously made an appearance. But the Northern Kingdom was where the real influence of the Starks lay. And thus their bannermen and lords would make the biggest showing. “Your brother has drawn quite the crowd.”

❝ there is nothing to apologize for, my lord. my brother, the king, does not keep many southerners informed on my marital status. ❞ lianne brushes off his apology, finding it of no major importance. not everyone was fully informed of her and serena’s unmarried status. that much was true. lianne was well aware of her need to marry, for her house most importantly, but her hand was not one that her brother would give away to just anyone. that, was also known. ❝ i trust my brother will find a suitable suitor, lord tyrell. then, gods be good, next time you ask me if one of them is mine... i might say yes. ❞

her gaze follows his own as he comments on the amount of guests and she nods slowly, eyes lingering over the more familiar faces and skimming over the strange ones. ❝ the families of the north are pledged to house stark, they remain loyal to my brother. and my family. ❞ lianne begins, hues shifting to find his own. ❝ they all loved my father and were more than willing to join us for his eldest son’s coronation, lord tyrell. just as many southern families much like your own were. ❞

𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

brandon guided her away from the children ―――― and away from any stranger that could hear them; however, doing so in a calm pace. his mind was a whirl of thoughts, worries and certainties mingling like never before and, while he kept any hint of it for himself, acting like he usually would, he was sure lianne would read him like a book sooner or later. maybe the young stark couldn’t guess what had happened, but brandon was more than sure that she’d suspect about something happening in no time ―― in just another way to prove how well they both knew each other.

the king in the north would see much of his own personality among his sister’s acts; as he’d catch himself reflecting hers, from time to time. among all the starks siblings it was, after all, point both as the most attached ones ―― reason why she was about to be the first one to know about the future of the stark family. he, then, smiled at her words, unable to keep the act since not only happiness was absolute within him ―― but also because of the childish fun of knowing something she still didn’t. “ oh, they’re good to me… but i’m still to see exactly how it’ll be to you when you find out that soon there’ll be another child running after you around the courtyard, lia. „

lianne follows his stride, pace matched with her own. bright optics skimming both the familiar and unfamiliar faces surrounding the pair and she keeps a polite smile on her full lips. to keep from frowning at those who allowed their stares to linger. nosy. and yet as they drew further from curious ears, the small framed princess would glance up at her brother. eyebrows furthered in concern at the lame attempt to conceal his features. well, his concealing was successful, but she knew better. his mind was racing, she could tell. often times she’d make the same face when her thoughts overpowered her. biting her tongue to keep from pressuring the eldest stark, lianne glances ahead of them - taking in their beautiful snow covered home.

she had not entered the world alone, sharing a name day with her twin, a bond that would prove to be eternal by the linking of the two young stark girls’ souls. that was what being a twin was, after all. yet... no bond was quite like that of lianne and brandon. a complete and utter thorn in her brother’s side, her mother would often scold her for her lack of attendance in their sewing circles but was quick to give up after the sandy haired stark obliged with the sewing of a dress. her skills were there just her interest was elsewhere. stubborn as the others, no one would change her mind. her mother knew that, everyone else had learned. his voice tugs her from her thoughts and the lithe framed princess’ steps would seize all together. bright optics flew towards his crystal like gaze. ❝ who’s... ❞ and then she points an accusing finger at him. ❝ who’s child will be running after me ?? ❞

#. . . _ 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ⋅ ⋆ —𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 #. : brandon & lianne !

𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡

“You are too kind, my lady,” he replied with a smile, his head nodding in appreciation. She was a tad more formal than he would’ve imagined, but he appreciated the effort if nothing else. His arms bent behind his back, hands clasping together in a regal, formal sort of stance. His posture was ever stiff around those of nobility. Unless they were his family.

“I envy you your summer snow, my lady. But it gets quite icy, I must say. We’ve been provided with plenty of firewood and the hearth has been burning ever since we arrived. Lady Tyrell and my children are more than pleased.” He then turned to look at the children, his eyes following across the tops of their heads. “Any of those your own, my lady?”

formal, indeed, perhaps only upon the first meeting. or maybe it was because she was not particularly fond of causing any chaos just yet. anyone who truly knew the princess, knew better than to trust her formalities. she is mischievous as much as she is a stark. ❝ you flatter me, lord tyrell. ❞ she chuckles lightly, amused. mostly because he had clearly not heard as much as he thought he had of the young stark. or he would know better.

and light hues find the green ones of the other as she nods slowly, glancing at her feet to note the snow he was referring to. ❝ as you should... if ever you find yourselves lacking warmth, do find me. we have plenty of fur covers to go around. ❞ a shake of her head answers his questions before her voice does. sandy locks shifting as she turns her head to glance at the kids then back to him. ❝ none, my lord. i have not yet been wed. ❞

𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮

Ryden was welcomed back into Winterfell by the commotion of children playing around and running back and fort. If there was something he enjoy more than being on a horse, among other things, was the laughter of children. How carefree they seemed, how easy it was for them to be ecstatic over the simplest of things. It made him picture his infant children running along Winterfell in the future, wondering if they too would like the snow or if the weather of the Riverlands would be more to their liking. It also brought the worries if he would be a good father, if the undying love he already have for them would be enough to make up for their mom being taken from them so soon. All he knew was he would do their best for them and by them, if he could help it they will never lack anything they need or wish to have, and while his mother had pointed out to be careful with that and not to make them too spoiled, he had no way of stopping himself.

He had flinched at the sight of the boy falling and if the Princess hadn’t been faster he would’ve run to his aid too, but instead he watched from the small distance that laid between them. So gentle, so precious, in her shadow he saw his Kitty. Always so worried about everyone around her, but also so clumsy that she could be in the place of the child too. The memories made him silently chuckle. Ryden gave the princess a small bow of his head when she rose from the floor and his signature side smile. “Princess,” Lianne was the youngest of the wolf children, he had remember the day she had been show to him by Brandon, so small, so fragile. To see her grow up to be such a fine young lady was truly an honor. “How you find yourself today? Hope no one is bothering you.” He looked around, he was far too suspicious of the southern men, and he protected Brandon sisters as if they were his own. Well, he tried.

specs of green and orange mixed comfortably with the blue of her irises, joining to create the gaze that was lianne’s. and she’d tilt her head lightly as it fell on the lord of the riverlands. no stranger to her considering that the tully son had been around her home as she proceeded to grow, five and some months older than herself and serena but someone she often saw considering she rarely left brandon’s side. her gaze flickers from the lord towards the child still standing between them and she allows her fingers to run through the little boy’s curls and then she gestures for him to join the rest. ❝ careful now, little lord. ❞

the princess is genuine in returning ryden’s smile, gaze finally meeting his. although, the eye contact proves to be short as her gaze drifts to his horse and then, finally, back to him. slim digits thread through sandy locks comfortably before she allows her small hands to link in front of her. ❝ lord tully. ❞ she greets easily, a soft chuckle parting from full lips at his next words. her attention is now solely on him, as it should have been from the moment of his greeting. ❝ my day is fair to me and i believe they all know better than to bother me. ❞ especially when she’s so care free around the winterfell children. ❝ i trust your ride went well ?? ❞ and she’s taking a tentative step forward, not closer to him but to his horse. a delicate hand extends before gently running up and down the horse’s face, resting on its muzzle.

𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

he watched from afar, smiling slightly at the sight of lianne ―――― playing around with the children, as if her spirit was yet too young to leave this part of her behind. a captivating feature; that brandon couldn’t help but ask himself if it would be put to use when his own child was born. while he was still processing the wonderful news he had heard earlier that same day, the older stark knew he should tell his younger sister immediately ―― it was their deal, to tell the whole truth to each other, every time. with a subtle sigh, he approached the scene he was observing the whole time; the children would survive a few minutes without lianne’s presence.

a small smile again was formed on the king’s lips as he stopped beside the little boy, who had stopped crying thanks to the younger stark; his gloved hand cluttering the child’s hair carefully. “ it’s a injury worthy of a warrior… and as a northern one, you’ll be fine soon enough. „ brandon said, smirking once again to the boy, before clear hues meet lianne’s gaze. “ my sister… do you mind walking with me for a bit? i think we should talk about a few recent matters. „ and, with his words, he offered her his arm.

the bright grin that follows the register of her brother’s features is one that’s far too familiar. she had missed him most of the morning considering he hadn’t been in sight. maybe she would have heard of ravella having fainted if she had not been in the company of the children. and yet, she could never regret the embracing of her youth. at her brother’s words, however, the young stark allows an eyebrow to raise before slipping a hand onto his arm and then moving to hook their arms all together.

❝ i will never mind walking with you, dearest brother. ❞ the princess lets out, her steps seemingly synced with his. as they often were, all the time spent alongside her eldest brother left her with more pieces of him than anyone else. something she would always hold so dear. ❝ gods be good they are all good recent matters ?? ❞ lianne did not know what exactly to expect, be it something regarding his coronation or the many, many, many guests within the walls of their home.

𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡·

He’d watched as the boy fell and had walked over, only to be bested in time by the young Princess of Winterfell. Lianne Stark. He’d heard about her, through her brother, but had never been as far North as Winterfell to meet her. A young thing, precious, really. And beautiful, to watch her smile at the child and reassure him. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, right as her eyes came up to meet his. He shallowly bowed and took a step back, to provide a little more space. It was the polite thing to do.

“That will be a battle scar, my boy.” He said with a chuckle, looking at the boy, before turning his eyes back to the young princess. “Lord Gareth Tyrell of Highgarden, my lady. I’ve heard much about you from your brother. We are old acquaintances, he and I.”

He extended a hand, bowing through his knees only slightly to where he could lift her to her feet, should she accept his hand. “I wanted to express my gratitude for the welcome that we’ve been given, here in Winterfell. The accommodations for me and mine have been splendid. My wife, especially, is very pleased with the rooms.”

a flicker of her optics settles on the little boy as he registers the other’s words. and another reassuring smile graces full lips as he checks up with her. lianne tilts her head slightly, motioning for him to join the rest and watches as he does so - relieved that he’d managed to keep his body off the ground. and then her gaze meets her company’s once again, curious optics taking in his features as he introduces himself. and then bright optics settle on his extended hand, an eyebrow raising slightly towards him before a small hand of her own is placed within his.

❝ seven blessings then, lord tyrell. ❞ the princess lets out as she finds a standing position with his help. and finally standing, the young stark would allow her hand to slip from his own, finding her other one to instead rest in front of her. ❝ we welcome all with genuine interest, my lord. i’m pleased that your wife is enjoying her accommodations... many worked to make sure all chambers were more than ready to be occupied by my brother’s guests. our guests. ❞ and then her head tilts once more, curiosity evident in light gaze. more so to mask the mischief that was ever present within sea like hues. ❝ i hear it’s not this cold in the south. i hope you and your family are keeping warm. ❞

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