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lyra-umber:
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
He is…peculiar, your husband.
It’s tha’ damned Skagosi in him. He’s more wild than damned wildlings.
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robert--stark:
lyra-umber:
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
He is…peculiar, your husband.
It’s tha’ damned Skagosi in him. He’s more wild than damned wildlings.
rhaenystheadventurer:
Very funny, Lyra. My children are trueborn and Rodrik’s. I’m not like that anymore.
Well what a relief tha’ must be fer Lord Forrester then. So hae ye heard anythin’ aboot where my husband might be?
Aye, this seems tae be where I find him. Either quarrelin’ with some o’er lord or making more bastard children.
Which one is it now?
I wouldn’t know, my lady. I’ve never actually truly met your husband.
Well now I suppose I can rule your children out then.
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
I know Umber and Karstark lands border each other, Lady Umber, but do tell your husband to keep to his side of the stones the next time he’s seeing to quarrels.
And he will claim he did not ken he was on yer side o’ tha’ stones.
Do I need’tae be fetchin’ him?
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
No, is something wrong, my lady?
Apparently Jonnel has gone to settle a quarrel between ours and some Karstark men, and Lord Harrion is requesting I come get him...like some bairn.
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
Does he do this often, my lady?
Aye, this seems tae be where I find him. Either quarrelin’ with some o’er lord or making more bastard children.
Which one is it now?
An’ what has me dear lord husband done this time?
Lyra Umber | 30 | Married to Jonnel Umber | TAKEN | Caitriona Balfe
Lyra Umber is the eldest daughter of Jon ‘Greatjon’ and Lara Umber. She has three siblings, the elder Smalljon and the younger Harlow and Jilleen. Lyra quickly found she was more interested in fighting and weapons over needlepoint and curtseying. As she grew, she quickly became a skilled fighter and enjoyed practicing in the training yard with her brother and the other boys.
Lyra has always known her destiny was to be a mother, no matter how much she enjoyed fighting. Mothering has always come easy to her and she had plenty of practice with her younger siblings. She, unlike her kin, has always been practical, sensible, patient and loving–all the things a good mother should be. Alas, however, it seemed the gods were against her.
This knowledge that she was barren was not quickly nor easily won. As a child she’d been as stubborn as any Umber, so when she’d set her mind upon the idea of having a child, nothing would stop her. For a few years at least she was happy helping her mother raise her siblings. But they would eventually grow up, and would no longer need Lyra, and she would be alone again.
By the time she was seventeen, there seemed only one thing for what ailed her, so with the tiniest care for consequence Lyra set about to get pregnant. Most boys were foolish enough to fall into her bed and she’d promised herself not fall in love with any of them. For years she tried, gathering behind her a string of broken hearts, growing a little more certain of the truth with every disappointment.
After Smalljon’s death, Lyra became resentful of life and even more protective of her remaining siblings. When Harlow and Rosamund’s betrothal was announced, all of her hatefulness became directed at her. Lyra was commanded to escort her back to home after she came to meet Harlow. Lyra was very cold to her, though and when she returned, she found out that Jilleen had finally succumbed to her illnesses.
Something inside Lyra died with her and she became even more bitter and lonely, blaming her mother for sending her away, breaking her sister’s heart. She continued to try and conceive a child only to keep being disappointed.
Soon after, Lyra finally met a man who was her equal in her eyes, the Iron Islander, Harrag Sharp. They slept together and she thought he would slip away, not to be seen again, but she was wrong. He kept appearing, becoming a steady presence in her life. It wasn’t long before she truly cared for him.
The newfound happiness was short lived as the Others hit the wall and many were called away to the Wall to defend the realm. As Harlow was the heir to Last Hearth and Smalljon was already gone, Lyra could not let her father go alone. Lyra suffered greatly in the battle of Long Barrow. She lost her father and the use of her right arm, along with the ability to use a bow.
Some slight happiness came back into her life as Harr came to her and asked her to marry him and she quickly accepted. But she could not keep her crippling injury from him for long. He went with her to the maester to have the withered limb amputated, but after, she found out that his feelings, real or not, were gone and he had left.
Lyra quickly tried to move on from him, but the sudden death of Harlow instantly left her and her mother crippled emotionally. Her uncles quickly descended on Last Hearth to decide the fate of House Umber. She was now to marry her cousin, Jonnel, and remain the Lady of Last Hearth. Lyra soon found out that Harlow’s widow, Rosamund, was pregnant with Harlow’s child, but they decided to keep it a secret.
Three years have passed, and Lyra has been running Last Hearth just as successfully as her father had, much to the protests of her husband, as he would rather be out fighting wildlings, to which she agreed with, though she was still praying to the old gods that she would have a child soon.
do you like corsets?
“Och, nae I hate ‘em. Even tho’ I think I look good with it.”
ginger haired lady are you dtf?
“Depends on who’s askin’.”
Epiphany
Since Jilleen passed away, Lyra refused to accept anyone as her sister, especially the damned Stark girl that her brother was to marry. She blamed Rose for her not being there when Jill died, she hated her for it. She hated her for how much like Jill she was. It wasn’t until Rose was being sent away that she realized she was losing a sister all over again.
pawns
Lyra is very aware of the fact that she is just a pawn now to her uncles. Her betrothal to Jonnel is nothing but a way for them to get power over Last Hearth. No matter what she’s going to try and keep the power over her own life.
Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
aladyofthornes:
Keep reading
rosamundumber:
Thank you. And of course I would. You’re my good-sister, Lyra.
And yer mine, Rose.
Now, does this bairn hae a possible name yet?
bastardmyastone:
Not a problem at all. Some flowing sleeves is all it’ll take. And it’s not hands that make a woman, but head and heart.
Tha’s very kind o’ ye...what else would ye suggest fer a dress?