Lady Jeyne Westerling

Eldest daughter of Lord Gawen Westerling and Lady Sybell Spicer. ASOIAF novel canon only. If you'd like to play show canon visit my Talisa tumblr (under other muses). I will play with independent characters from ASOIAF and other fandoms.

[kindheartedjeyne]

SWITCHING TO MY OTHER JEYNE ACCOUNT

In the beginning, this account was associated with a group. In order to join another group, I created a second tumblr for Jeyne so as not to create conflict. Now, the group that I was playing in here has died, and it's just confusing to have 2 different Jeynes playing at the same time. So I'm moving all of my activity to the other account. It will take me a while to make sure I'm following all of the same people, but please follow me over there. I do want to continue to play with everyone I play with here (though that has dwindled to very few people). Thank you all!

[freebeancake-blog]

[kingxfmischief]

Put one of the following in my inbox for my muse's reaction.

[kindheartedjeyne]

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

[offrenchbeauty-deactivated20140]

i always end up shipping heart wrenching things, and things that are just weird

s e n d h e l p

[kindheartedjeyne]

pst. I ship jeyne/theon too.

[iamtheghostinwinterfell]

Theon+Jeyne

[iamtheghostinwinterfell]

Yes, her life must be like that of any other lady. He had known that already. And yet when he heard her tell of it he was interested in every word that fell from her pretty mouth. He wanted to hear more of it, more of what she did every day. Felt almost as if he needed to hear it. He would sit and listen to her speak of how she used her needle if it meant that she would be speaking to him. It was crazy though to him, this sudden feeling that had risen up inside of him in the presence of this seemingly simple young girl. He had never known anything like this sudden feeling. It was all so new to him, unreal. And yet he loved the newness of it. He wanted it and he wanted more of her, needed it. It was something akin to desperation when he looked at her. He almost for a brief moment entertained the thought that he might be falling in love with this girl. But that was crazy. Love was not something that he did. Love was a fools dance. And Theon Greyjoy would not be a fool for any woman.

He saw the shore then and smiled at her. The sight of it was breathtakingly beautiful. But he found it hard to focus on the shore with her there beside him. He wanted only to look at her, to study her dark hair, her fair skin, her little mouth, the softness of her shy voice. "Ah, but the shore here is not." he said, turning fully to face her now. "You were right, Lady Jeyne, it is very beautiful." he said, his voice almost a whisper now as his eyes lingered on her face for a moment of silence. Silence of him only studying her. He let out a breath before he turned around and started towards the shore. "But all of Westeros are not such as the Crag, my dear Lady Jeyne." he said, giving a shake of his head. "The North is bleak but beautiful with its vast lands and snow. My home is a harsh one even the beauty of the seas surrounding Pyke is a harsh one. I think you’d most enjoy the Riverlands. Everyone says they are the most beautiful."

[kindheartedjeyne]

Again, Jeyne felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny. The look in his eyes as he studied her face struck a chord in her, and a realization dawned in her mind. He felt for her the way she felt for the king. Her heart began to race, feeling like a hummingbird in her chest, attempting to break free.

She turned to look out at the ocean as she collected herself. She was at a loss as to what to do. Perhaps if she simply continued as if she didn't know, then she would never have to deal with it.

"Even the shore will give way to the sea, in time. Hundreds of years from now The Crag will collapse into the ocean." And finally be put out of its misery, she thought.

"The Riverlands do sound lovely. Always warm, all of the plants in bloom. Can you imagine what it must be like to always have ripe fruit at hand?" His description of his own home sounded terrible - almost as terrible as what she already knew.

"If you'd like, we can walk down to the water. There's a way that only a few know that cuts through the dunes."

[kindheartedjeyne]

Happy munday!

[thelovelyarchangeljophiel-deact]

Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts..

[kindheartedjeyne]

"It is about your brother. Robb. I… I feel silly asking you this. I am his wife, I should know him better than I know myself and yet so little time has passed since I first met him." She sighed, nervously wringing her hands.

"I would like to give him a gift. Do you have any suggestions?"

[stronglikemyladymother-deactiva]

        “My brother?” she asked, her head tilting to the side slightly. A fire kissed brow rose as a small smile pulled at her lips. Her head tilted slightly as she listen to the other speak. A soft giggle tumbled past her lips as she gave a small shrug. "I’m afraid I’m not the best at this," she replied simply. “My brother and I do not have much in common, I’m afraid to say.” A rose pink dusted her fair cheeks as her Tully hues dipped to her hands.

[kindheartedjeyne]

"But you have known him your whole life, while I only a few short weeks. Surely there is some help you could lend me. What kinds of things did he like to do with his time when he was a boy? When he actually had time to spare." Jeyne desperately wanted to see her husband smile again. She prayed that Sansa could show her the way.

[stronglikemyladymother-deactiva]

Sansa? Could I ask you something? [You wanted random bugging, you got it]

        “Of course, My Lady. What is it you’d like to ask?”

[kindheartedjeyne]

"It is about your brother. Robb. I... I feel silly asking you this. I am his wife, I should know him better than I know myself and yet so little time has passed since I first met him." She sighed, nervously wringing her hands.

"I would like to give him a gift. Do you have any suggestions?"

[quotesofthrones]

"I took her castle and she took my heart," Robb smiled. "The Crag was weakly garrisoned, so we took it by storm one night. Black Walder and the Smalljon led scaling parties over the walls, while I broke the main gate with a ram. I took an arrow in the arm just before Ser Rolph yielded us the castle. It seemed nothing at first, but it festered. Jeyne had me taken to her own bed, and she nursed me until the fever passed. And she was with me when the Greatjon brought me the news of…of Winterfell. Bran and Rickon." He seemed to have trouble saying his brother’s names. "That night, she…she comforted me, Mother." Catelyn did not need to be told what sort of comfort Jeyne Westerling had offered her son. "And you wed her the next day." He looked her in the eyes, proud and miserable all at once. “It was the only honorable thing to do. She’s gentle and sweet, Mother, she will make me a good wife.”

(via halamadridparasiempre)

[brandyalexanders-moved-deactiva]

List of things that I’ll never get over

Robb Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones

[quotesofthrones]

Ser Kevan answered. “He chose the girl’s honor over his own. Once he deflowered her, he had no other course.” “It would have been kinder to leave her with a bastard in her belly,” said Tyrion bluntly. The Westerlings stood to lose everything here; their lands, their castle, their very lives. A Lannister always pays his debts. “Jeyne Westerling is her mother’s daughter, said Lord Tywin, “and Robb Stark is his father’s son.”

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[kindheartedjeyne]

out of honors

Has anyone else found that their activity tab is failing? I know for a fact I had a reply 3 days ago (it was telling me so yesterday) but today it says I've had no activity in over a month. How am I supposed to find replies????

[iamtheghostinwinterfell]

Theon+Jeyne

[kindheartedjeyne]

His scrutiny confused her and left her feeling more than slightly uncomfortable.  She had always felt small and insignificant - not worthy of the amount of attention he was paying her.  Yes she was a lady but there were no tasks that she performed that could not be done by others. Even the help she gave healing could have been done by a maester. Part of her took comfort in knowing that she was not so essential that life would not continue without her.

"Oh."  Her company? What could possibly be so interesting about her company? "If that is what you wish, my lord. You may." Jeyne wiped her hands on her apron before untying it from behind her back and lifting it over her neck to hang it on a hook by the door.

"Have you had the chance to walk by the shore? It is quite lovely at this time of the morning."

[iamtheghostinwinterfell]

He was more than delighted when she agreed to give him her company. It was a crazy thing for him to be so delighted over such a simple girls company. Women had been nothing to him really. Only pleasurable time passers. But Jeyne was different. He wasn’t so sure how though. Not yet at least. Therefore he was more than eager to get to know her. "No, never." he said with a shake of his head. "I’d love to see it." he added, giving her a small smile. He offered her his arm. Wanting to feel her just a bit closer perhaps. But not too close though. She was a lady after all. She could not be treated in a different way than what she was. She was different from other women, so entirely different. His wanting to get to know was something he had never experienced in his life. But he welcomed the feeling. Although he had never thought he’d welcome something like this in all his years. "What is it like for you here?" he asked, looking over at her. "What is it you usually do in a day?"

[kindheartedjeyne]

"You... you wish to know about me?" Her siblings were the only people she knew who ever asked about her - how she was, how her day had gone. She felt certain that anything she would tell Theon about her life would bore him to tears. She was no warrior. She was a simple girl who led a simple life.

She walked along for a moment, her hand resting lightly on his arm, as she thought about what to say. She looked at him and smiled shyly, growing more anxious with each moment that passed and she failed to speak. The thought occurred to her that she wished that the king would ask her and show interest in her. Then she felt guilty for wishing she was receiving attention from one other than whom she was with.

"Truthfully, my lord, I cannot think of anything to say that will interest you. My life is much like any other lady - I wake, I dine, I attend lessons with my septa. I practice needlepoint and dancing and other girlish things I am sure would not care to hear about." The path to the shore was just wide enough for the both of them, and though it twisted its way down it was not overly steep.

"Will you tell me about the world outside of these walls? I have never been and I imagine it is so beautiful. It must be, for if all of Westeros is as decrepit and sad as The Crag I shall be greatly saddened."

[kindheartedjeyne]

The King's Squire - Jeyne/Olyvar

Jeyne thought little of anything but the young king. He had taken a wound in the capturing of her home, and as it had festered and the fever set in she resolved to be the one to nurse him back to health. Her mother argued with her; her father forbid her to do it. And yet she had him placed in her chambers where she could look after him day and night. Along with the king came his squire and head bannermen, each more concerned than the last about the health of their regent. She was able to placate them all and keep them away to allow the young Stark to rest - all except Olyvar Frey.

Robb’s squire rarely left his post outside of the door to Jeyne’s chambers. One the second day she opened the door in the morning to find him seated on the floor, but awake.

"Squire? Would you be kind enough to assist me with the king?"

[squiretothenorthernking-blog]

They had won the battle in the Westerlands, but Robb had gotten injured. Olyvar felt guilty for it; Robb was his King and he should have been by his side. Even now, as the king recovered from his wounds, Olyvar was not allowed to be by his side. The young woman whose family owned the land had taken Robb into her room, under the guise of nursing him back to health.

Considering that the Northern troops had just fought and destroyed much of their land and taken them prisoner, Olyvar was disinclined to trust the woman. He stayed outside her chambers at all times.

It was the second day that she asked him for help. He nodded and pushed himself to his feet, slipping into the room behind her. “What do you need, my lady?”

[kindheartedjeyne]

"It's the fever... his clothes are soaked. Could you find more? And I may need help changing them." She blushed slightly at the thought of removing the king's clothes. To see him, bare-chested or even... her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She struggled to push the thoughts from her mind.

"I fear I am not strong enough to lift him." That much was the truth, and as long as King Robb remained delirious, she could not depend on him being cooperative.

[zezran]

And felled in the night By the ones you think you love They will come for you

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[closetsoftheredkeep]

A modest gown for Jeyne Westerling/Talisa Maegyr from the Autumn 2013 collection by Elie Saab.