* ⠀🐺 ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀it appears that the chronicles regarding the crownlands held true. the scorching climate and the distinctly unique ambiance lingered in the air, a subtly ironized realization by the youngest stark as she exchanged words with her own wolf. for her, it marked the inauguration of her presence in the king's lands, and the multitude of souls inhabiting those domains left her in awe. however, deep within, she acknowledged a sense of displacement, as if this were not her true place, a sentiment echoed in the behavior of the wolf. the creature, typically serene, revealed restlessness. "do you also yearn for a return to our abode?" there was no need for verbal confirmation from the animal to perceive the shared discomfort between them. the longing for the north, for her home, echoed within her.
upon glimpsing the wolf's subtle growl, amelia redirected her attention to the presence of someone nearby, promptly soothing her loyal companion. "i apologize. he isn't accustomed to... well, to all this commotion." a faint smile graced her lips. "is this place always so teeming with people?" she inquired, already aware of the response awaiting her.
the crownlands had always been her home , so the streets were familiar to her as she'd walked them many times before on visits and occasions that brought her to the capital . lilac eyes perused the vendors , jewels and dresses , perfumes and food . the scents could be so overwhelming but she loved them even still . eyes paused on the sight before her , a direwolf . she'd only read about them , as she'd read about the dragons her ancestors rode , elaena attempted to contain her excitement at seeing one . " no need for apology , " the lady velaryon said dismissively , she knew it was probably greatly different from the north and felt for the animal and his human companion . " it is , though it's even more so now with the festivities , " a gentle smile on a gentle face . " he's very beautiful , what is his name ? "
OPEN.
location : the royal feast.
who : anron tully.
tucking into a piece of bread while he stood next to the table, anron had made it clear he showed no signs of staying, he was only there to enjoy the food. he did however intend to linger long enough to ensure his sisters wouldn't be pushed in front of the king unless they wanted to be. he disagreed with the idea of marrying for anything other than love - an opinion he'd made quite clear to those around him, his own behaviour reflected such decisions too. feeling eyes on him he finished chewing the food in his mouth and then looked up to the person in front of him. " yes? " a brow raised on his expression, waiting for the other to speak. " i was hungry and i don't intend to stay for long. "
marrying a king wasn't something she'd ever imagined for herself , and that opinion had not changed with the lion king's announcement . let him choose a new bride from the throngs of beautiful women wanting a crown , she would avoid it at all costs ( which she didn't imagine would be hard , she was rather insignificant --- objectively ) . " oh nothing , my lord , " she said with a smile , eyes flickering from his face to the food . " i was merely thinking that looked really good and i would have to try some , " the lady grafton chuckled .
🜲 ⸻ · 。… [ synnove karlson / 25 / cis woman / she & her ] in the conflict between lions and men, sansa grafton begins their first steps up the ladder in the game of thrones. known to be resourceful and confident, their rumored stubborn and guarded tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the court bards play upon themes of dark hair crinkled with sea water , sleeping by a roaring fireplace in mid-day & an arrow primed in a bow when composing a tune for them. while they are the lady of gulltown, it is said that their loyalties lie with their great lord. only time will tell if the tides shift favorably for them or if the climb is too hazardous for even the most sure - footed. ⸻ tessa / 26 / pst / she & her.
name : sansa myranda grafton
age : twenty five
title : lady of gulltown
gender & pronouns : cis woman , she & her
orientation : heterosexual
allegiances : house grafton , house arryn
height : 5'6
eye color : sea-green
hair color : brunette
she was never one to follow the ways of traditional ladyship , she hated needlework and lessons of elegance and grace . sansa much preferred spending her time on the grafton training grounds , shooting arrows until the tips of her fingers began to bleed . a fact which didn't really please her lady mother , but then again she had always been much her father's daughter .
🜲 ⸻ · 。… [ milly alcock / 23 / cis woman / she & her ] in the conflict between lions and men, elaena velaryon begins their first steps up the ladder in the game of thrones. known to be sincere and benevolent, their rumored naive and meek tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the court bards play upon themes of petals plucked from a rose , hair like freshly fallen snow & a smile like sunlight when composing a tune for them. while they are the lady of driftmark, it is said that their loyalties lie with house targaryen. only time will tell if the tides shift favorably for them or if the climb is too hazardous for even the most sure - footed. ⸻ tessa / 26 / pst / she & her.
name : elaena rhaenys velaryon
age : twenty three
title : lady of driftmark , the siren of driftmark
gender & pronouns : cis woman , she & her
orientation : pansexual
allegiances : house velaryon , house targaryen
height : 5'1
eye color : lilac
hair color : white blonde
the blood of old valyria , is was a saying she'd heard often growing up , but she didn't quite understand what it meant . that it was important , or how . such kind a heart as hers she didn't care much for allegiances , but mother always said the blood in them was important --- that their allegiances should be with like folk . unusual . little was held within her in terms of bitterness , aggression or disdain for the lions who stood atop the world in their keep , but whenever she thought of them she got a feeling in her stomach that all would not be well for them . any of them .
elaena preferred spending her days with her feet in the water , the scent of the sea clinging to her even when she wasn't near it . she could spend hours sitting on the rocks by the shore , singing songs of sailing --- her voice a sirens call to any passing by . an angelic voice for an angelic face , some would say .
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