i awoke, only to find my lungs empty, through the night, so it seems i'm not breathing, and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be 22. loyal to house stark.
     her entire life was not spent in a brothel. but jeyne could rarely see past the wall she had in front of her own eyes when she left the place sheâd been made to reside and work. when she did leave, for errands in the market, to get a breath of air that wasnât clouded with perfume and the stench of sex and pleasure, all she knew was that of a hazy feeling, as if she wasnât seeing what was happening before her. she could feel the bodies pressing in on her, could smell the rankness of the city streets that was rarely better than that perfumey scent sheâd had no choice but to grow accustomed to. but she didnât talk to anyone, or if she did, it was a brief conversation that she ended as fast as she could because she didnât know what to say.
     for the first time in three years, though, she was perceiving something else underneath the numbness - but what it was, she couldnât be certain of. fear? hope? perhaps both. it was by chance that her eyes had passed over the man and recognition hit, and then a cry resounded in her heart. one that led her to crossing paths with him while she had the chance.
     the only way to do so was to pretend that she had lost her footing, or bumped into him, the latter of which jeyne did while mimicking the actions of looking at the wares for sale. dropping the basket sheâd taken with her for the market, she let out a little gasp. âmy apologies, ser,â she said nervously.
        âEVEN IF YOU HAD, I would not have minded. In a place like this, we only have each other.â If they could not rely on the others in their own situation, they were lost and vulnerable to the many dangers that came with their occupation. He knew some of the older women who worked here had less time for those newly stepped through these doors, and their coping mechanisms for this life had turned their hearts mean and hard. Satin maintained great pride in not taking after them.Â
       Satin averted his eyes respectfully as she fiddled with the front of her dress - he knew what it felt like to be watched by eyes that had not been given permission to look. He could tell she was new - he could see himself and many others in her, at the point in their lives when they realised that this was their reality. âYou didnât come here by choice, did you?â He asked gently, his voice low and measured so as not to wake anyone else. There were very few amongst their ranks who entered employment with the mistresses and brothel-keepers by choice, but there were some who sought more coin than they could get elsewhere - most had come here by necessity, to get off the streets at least, or be able to provide for their children, or had had no choice in the matter, like Satin, who had been born to this fate.Â
       âI know we do not know each other well, but if speaking about the reason for your tears would help, I promise to listen - and to make sure it stays out of the ears of Littlefinger and the others.â He had no loyalty to the man who owned this brothel, having come from Oldtown only for the opportunity to make some extra coin while so many men and women flocked to the capital for the tourney. âIn my experience, it helps not to shoulder the experiences of these places alone.âÂ
the woman had been brought here under circumstances that she couldnât speak about to anyone - that sheâd been too terrified to speak up about, really. but her age and what sheâd told the other workers when they deigned to ask questions about her were both what set her apart from the rest of them - and some had resented her for it. many of the men and women had been young when theyâd been brought into this and trained. but jeyne had been different in that sheâd been of adulthood when she was handed over. she had resisted the training at first, until it was made clear that it would be better for her to cooperate - the scars were a burden and a proof of that.
so to be greeted with a gentle tone and a genuine interest when she was at a weak moment - it wasnât shocking, but it was comforting in a way jeyne hadnât been able to feel in over a year. she gave a small shake of her head, tucking her black hair behind her ear and looking to him as she rested her chin on her knees. âit has not felt like that.â jeyne had blamed herself for that, and the emotional way she dealt with what had become of her life - and sheâd felt guilty, because she was one among many who hadnât had a choice in the matter. she wasnât the only one and she was aware of that.
she stiffened when satin queried her and the immediate thought of keeping what she knew and what had been done a secret was firmly planted in her head. âno. i did not. i... have not met anyone here who had a choice.â jeyneâs expression turned into one of sheer distress and she would have felt panicked or cornered if satin had not phrased it the way he had, if he had not given her a chance that not many others did - to talk about why her whole world felt shattered, why she cried until it felt as if no more tears could possibly fall from her eyes. but she couldnât. and at the mention of petyr, she was shaking her head once more. âi would not want to burden you,â jeyne told him, hoping it was the right thing to say, while trying not to show that she was scared of what would happen if she did speak about it. âhow did you come to be here? did you... have a choice in it?â
how does your character feel about being in Kingâs Landing?
she... dislikes it. nothing is familiar, even though sheâs spent three years in the city. she longs for winterfell, for the coldness against her skin despite the chattering of her teeth, and for the starks to be her family once again. sheâs survived and coped as best as she can through missing them and feeling like sheâs alone, but in a city of millions, that sentiment is likely one felt by many.
viserys has been on the throne for nine months. when did your character arrive?
jeyne arrived in kingâs landing in 298 AC and has remained ever since.
has your character made any acquaintances, friends, courtships, or enemies?Â
she has made a few acquaintances, mainly with the common folk of kingâs landing and other women in the brothel she works at. true friends are hard to come by, as well as courtships. she would perhaps consider satin flowers to be a little more than an acquaintance, because of his kindness and actual interest in her as more than just a body.
has your character made any political advancements?
no. jeyne is not a person who has the drive or desire to be political or to get wrapped up in the life that it would bring.
how does your character feel about King Viserys III?
jeyne feels a little disconnected from the world that is kingâs landing. what goes on in the game of thrones isnât something she wants to be apart of. she has, of course, heard stories about the targaryenâs, and sheâs heard things about viserys since he took the throne. but sheâs so far removed from that knowledge that it almost just sits in her mind when she thinks about it - she doesnât feel one way or the other as of yet. what she has felt without a doubt, however, is terror - but those are directed to the battles have raged in kingâs landing and the fact that she, among multitudes of others, are unsafe because of it, especially if another battle breaks out.
has anyone caught your characterâs eye?
not as of yet. while before jeyne would pronounce herself as hopeful to marry someone who wasnât in the same social standing that she was (at least, she said these things to sansa when no one else could hear, and they fell out of her mouth without thinking), she hasnât been geared towards being with anyone. she does note someoneâs good looks, but it isnât much more than that, and she hasnât ever inquired about anyone that sheâs laid her eyes on - not in the last three years, at least.
what will your character be wearing for the coronation?
well... she wasnât invited. and she likely wouldnât have been even if she wasnât in a brothel. a girl can still dream about what she would have worn, though - a delicate dress in a pale color, with intricate detail.
         SATINâS HEART BLED FOR the girl he stumbled across. He had been born in a brothel, and lived there all his life - this was the only reality he knew or had ever learnt to expect, but he understood that for those whose circumstances had landed them here from a life outside of these four walls, it was a transition almost impossible to bear. She was so young, younger than himself he thought, and so pretty, a dangerous thing to be in a place like this.Â
        âYou donât need to apologise.â He answered quietly, pulling a blanket off the back of a nearby chair and gently placing it around her shoulder. âYouâre not loud - I wasnât sleeping anyway.â Satin smiled at her the way he remembered the women back in Oldtown smiling at him when he had cried on nights like this - for their had been many.Â
        He took note of the skittish way she reacted to his presence, and made sure to sit next to her with enough distance that she didnât feel cornered. As much as he wished to comfort her, he knew from experience that touch, especially from a man, was not a welcome thing in this place that made it a commodity. âMy nameâs Satin Flowers - whatâs yours? I havenât seen you around here much.âÂ
she expected to be chastised for making too much noise, and that thought alone made jeyne wary about lifting her head to see who was looking back at her. the moment she realized that she wasnât alone any longer, the girl did her best to stay the tears, to dry off the ones that were on her face, though it would do her no favors to act like she hadnât been crying, if she had awakened someone from a dead sleep.
waiting for the rebuke and the anger, she was stunned to find a quiet response given back to her - and even more than that, the blanket put on her shoulders, which got her attention enough that she looked up from her hands and the curled position sheâd been in. the kindness overwhelmed her and jeyne used all of her strength not to start crying from the sheer joy that a kind face was bringing to her. âoh,â she started, biting down on her lip. âiâm glad i didnât wake you. itâs... happened before.â and theyâd been angry with her, though jeyne could not fault them for that. it was just another added detriment to her circumstance.
she tensed when he sat down, but it was far enough away that she soon relaxed the muscles that had seized up, and tugged the blanket around the front of her, where her dress had slipped down, as she hadnât fastened it tightly enough in her rush to get as far away from what sheâd been doing as she could. her mouth tightened when he asked her name, but some sense of politeness and training still rang through her. âpleased to meet you.â she paused, nearly unwilling to give her name - but the ache for sharing, for having a normal conversation was almost heartbreaking inside her. âjeyne. iâm - new,â the brunette said after faltering.
â ă courtney eaton , cis female , she + her , bi-curious ă â we proudly present JENYE POOLE , the STEWARDâS DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH / PROSTITUTE OF LITTLEFINGERâS BROTHEL. they are TWENTY-TWO years old and can often be described as INNOCENT and TENDERHEARTED. but whispers betray that theyâre also EMOTIONAL and WARY. many know that their allegiance lies with HOUSE STARK , however , when their songs sing of TEARS SLIPPING DOWN FLUSHED CHEEKS and MEMORIES OF SNOW AND HOME. fate has currently placed them in kings landing due to ACCOMPANYING SANSA STARK TO KINGâS LANDING IN 298 AC / BEING PRESUMED DEAD AFTER THE BATTLE OF THE BLACKWATER. will they win their game? or die trying? ( kayla , she + her , 28 , cst )
I Know Your Name: A Jeyne Poole Fanmix
    For all your light, woodsy, and forlorn needs and to invoke the image of
    the always underappreciated Jeyne Poole.
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Sansa Stark Week - day 6 ⢠Relationships or Heroes
âSansa dried her own tears as she struggled to comfort her friend. They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in each otherâs arms like sisters.â
Ⳡgot au // sansa and jeyne escape kings landing together
they donât talk about how sansa was to be a queen, or how jeyne used to sigh over the boys in the training yard. they donât talk about how neither of them looked back when they clasped sweaty, shaking hands and ran from the kingsguard. they donât talk about a lot of things but that doesnât mean they donât talk. their nights are spent curled around one another as bedmates, huddled together for warmth like they were still girls and they were still safe in winterfell instead of here in this desolate place. at night they didnât need to worry about food or coin. the nights were for them. and sometimes, in her heart of hearts, jeyne thinks that thereâs nothing in the world worth worrying about when her legs are entwined with sansaâs and the other girlâs breath warms her face as they whisper secrets to one another in the dark.Â
        THE TOURNEY OF THE HAND had drawn such a great portion of the countryâs population to the capital - nobles and commoners alike had poured into the walls of Kingâs Landing and Satin had followed, knowing that where there were crowds there was coin. He had come with two of the girls from Oldtown, and they had been working at the arrangement of the brothel-keeper under the roof of one Petyr Baelishâs establishments. It was far more of a high-class place than where he worked in Oldtown, already this week he had been had by two fancy knights from the Vale, a Dornish lord and lady, and an assortment of moderately important officials from within the Red Keep.Â
        It was one of these officials snoring next to him when he heard quiet sniffling comin from down the hall. He rubbed a hand over his brow, and slipped out of bed as gently as he could manage - itâs not like he was going to be getting any sleep beside this snoring pig anyway, and he could not in good conscience leave someone out there upset, even if he didnât know the other inhabitants of this place as well as he did back home.Â
        With quietness heâd been practising all his life, Satin pulled on a robe to cover himself and padded out into the dormant halls, following the sound of tears to the back, past the swathes of silken fabric and latticed partitions that separated spaces. He entered the back of the building, where patrons did not come, and frowned at the sight of a girl, sitting on her own, with clearly the weight of the world on her shoulders. âOh gods.â He breathed, crouching down opposite the girl. âHey, shh, whatâs the matter, little one?âÂ
in the beginning, it felt as if her tears would never cease - as if they would stream down her cheeks and drip to the floor in every room she was forced to enter. she couldnât count the number of them that had fallen since her fatherâs death, since sheâd been handed over and brought to the brothel - the only place she had been deemed as being worth something. the only place she was thought of as being useful.
she hadnât been âusefulâ - their word, so twisted to her ears - to start with. sheâd cried with more tears than she thought any one person could possess, and then some. but jeyne had learned to keep her sobbing quiet during the day and the night. it had taken time, months worth of it, but she had learned. and now, as much as she wanted to break in the light of day, or when she was sent to entertain another man or woman, she only sobbed to herself when she thought no one was looking. to avoid punishment, to avoid what she feared would happen if she kept on.
she thought she was being silent. but the girl had never known just how loud her crying was, how far her sobs reached when the rest of the brothel was quiet and sleeping. this, however, was the first time someone had come to check on her after the others had grown tired of her. her head was in her hands in one of the rooms sheâd managed to reach before breaking down and the brunette jumped as the voice appeared seemingly out of thin air. she pulled away like a frightened rabbit when he knelt down beside her, angling to see his face. âi-iâm sorry. iâm sorry. i didnât mean to be loud.â
â ă courtney eaton , cis female , she + her , bi-curious ă â we proudly present JENYE POOLE , the STEWARDâS DAUGHTER OF THE NORTH / PROSTITUTE OF LITTLEFINGERâS BROTHEL. they are TWENTY-TWO years old and can often be described as INNOCENT and TENDERHEARTED. but whispers betray that theyâre also EMOTIONAL and WARY. many know that their allegiance lies with HOUSE STARK , however , when their songs sing of TEARS SLIPPING DOWN FLUSHED CHEEKS and MEMORIES OF SNOW AND HOME. fate has currently placed them in kings landing due to ACCOMPANYING SANSA STARK TO KINGâS LANDING IN 298 AC / BEING PRESUMED DEAD AFTER THE BATTLE OF THE BLACKWATER. will they win their game? or die trying? ( kayla , she + her , 28 , cst )
little note: hello hello! 84 years later and iâm here with jeyne poole. her history mostly comes from the books, though due to the fact that sansa sort of took her place in the show canon with ramsay, i decided to go a bit divergent on what happened to her. feel free to hit me up with any connections or ideas you might have!
born in the north, winterfell was her home thanks to her father being the steward of the castle. as jeyne was closest in age to sansa, the two became friends despite their differences in class and social status, with sansa being a lady and jeyne being considered a commoner when compared to her friend. the two became a shining example of overcoming whatever differences might have kept them apart, and it was with sansa that jeyne spent the majority of her time.
she fancied herself a lady, in the proper sense of the word, and she was as wide-eyed as could be, seeing the world through the rose colored glasses that not many commoners were afforded. jeyne had flighty dreams of marrying men she set her eyes on for a second, lords that would not have glanced twice at her - but that didnât deter her from the dreams that she imagined and the almost whimsical manner in which she interacted with things that delighted her.
jeyne was known for being hateful to arya as well, however, and while it could have been marked as childish antics - jeyne making fun of a girl who would always be more than she would status wise, who could act as wild as she wanted, do as she pleased and still would be able to find favor with a lord - it also showed a side of her that was unpleasant, and rooted in jealousy. the name âhorsefaceâ became a staple in jeyneâs interactions with arya and she rarely, if ever, held back from a comment about the other girl when she was near.
coming to kingâs landing was perhaps the biggest mistake of her life, but of course she had no way of knowing that. she was simply following her father, and sansa, who were both following lord eddard stark. being in the capital was exciting for jeyne, and seeing the princeâs affections turned towards sansa had her hopeful for a royal wedding for her friend. she was met with many scenarios in kingâs landing that both delighted and frightened her - tourneys thatÂ
nothing would ruin her like the death of eddard stark and her own father, vayon. it sent an already emotionally charged jeyne into hysterics - not just the loss of her father, but all that was happening around her. the semblance of shelter sheâd had was dashed and with no one left beyond sansa to speak for her to those who were considered better than she was in their higher positions, jeyne was cast aside - removed, a place found for her by a man who wasnât meant to be trusted.
that would end up being one of littlefingerâs brothels, the only place deemed worthy enough for a girl of her status and background. itâs there that sheâs been since her fatherâs death and since she was ripped away from sansa. trained to serve others, her life from that moment until now has only had glimmers of hope, stories fed to her by patrons - ones she has no idea of them being true or not.
ideally iâd like to see her get out of her current circumstance, to be reunited with sansa and the rest of the starks and to try to start healing in some way - because the things sheâs been through have been awful. in many ways, she was an innocent stuck in the middle of conflicts and sheâs had ltitle to no agency of her own. in all honesty, she thinks of herself as being nothing better than what she was reduced to and deemed worthy of - being a whore.
itâs a lot of dark and heavy stuff, and this reflects in her personality. sheâs emotional and terrified still, something that snapped inside of her when her father was murdered, though sheâd always been on the childish, airy side, prone to dreams that would never come true - dreams more fanciful than sansaâs. that part of her hasnât been alive in several years, and sheâs wary of people around her, particularly because sheâs been hurt in so many ways, trying to be shaken out of her hysterics at every new and terrifying thing sheâs put through. but there is still innocence there. thereâs still a heart and some semblance of who she used to be underneath it all. by many accounts, sheâs been considered weak - in the past, and now. sheâs used her tears as her way of coping, however silent theyâve become through her trauma and being âtrainedâ. but no matter what, she tries to remember that sheâs alive - and that the house she loved so much, that was the mark of her childhood, still lives.
for wanted connections:
those who have been in kingâs landing the last few years but donât know who she is or her connection to the starks because sheâs been too scared to say anything
the starks, especially when jeyne is reunited with them
basically anything itâs 4 am and iâm TIRED SO. but i want literally everything for this baby because sheâs precious and ugh.
