bride of giants

meera of house umber, nee blackwood

[meeraumberx]

damon‌:

“apologies. i didn’t think there was anyone else here.” and he’d thought she was someone else, but now he could plainly see her dark hair wasn’t the same as that he’d been looking for, and her features were… he had no idea. vaguely northern, he supposed. all that damon knew of the smaller northern houses had been gained through maesters and word of mouth; he’d seen them in the flesh, of course, but rarely. he was curious, as he always was when he encountered some foreigner loyal to some other house. “i don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

Her raven black curls fell over her shoulders haphazardly, and dark eyes quickly looked over the man before her. She’d never seen him before, in either the Riverlands or the North. She assumed he was from somewhere else, no higher than the Neck though. “I was rather quiet...” Meera shrugged, getting up to her feet and brushing off her gown. “Lady Meera, recently of house Umber. A pleasure, my lord.” She gave a proper curtsy and a kind smile.

[cute-and-happy]

[meeraumberx]

jon‌:

               no  part  of  jon  was  used  to  having  a  wife  .  the  last  had  been  an  unfortunate  loss  ,  long  before  they  had  ever  grown  close  .  this  time  ,  he ‘ d  attempted  to  mend  that  by  showing  her  that  she  was  appreciated  as  best  he  could  :  providing  her  with  gifts  ,  making  certain  meera  wanted  for  nothing  .  past  dalliances  with  women  had  always  been  short  lived  ,  and  it  was  almost  difficult  to  believe  that  there  was  a  wife  under  his  roof  .  among  those  who  he  considered  friends  ,  there was  no  shortage  of  teasing  about  his  odd  methods  .  he  had  been  seated  in  his  study  ,  quietly  replying  to  letters  as  was  his  duty  .  when  the  interruption  of  her  arrival  came  ,  he  rose  to  welcome  her  inside.    “  my  lady  .  is  all  well  ?  “

When the handmaidens had giggled to her about marrying a giant, Meera had not believed them. Seeing him for the first time in the Godswood had changed that. And now, every time she saw him she couldn’t help but agree that she had indeed done so. She also expected him to hit his head on ceilings when he rose, he was so large in comparison to her. Still, the thought passed and she was left there feeling a bit silly. “Yes, of course.” She answered almost immediately as her train of thought ended, cheeks blooming a gentle rose on each from letting herself get lost in her thoughts. “Well... maybe not. I was...” She could feel words getting stuck in her throat, nerves making them heavy on the tongue. “I was curious as to why you continue to leave me more and more elaborate gifts. I like them, don’t think that I don’t, I just... don’t understand why you feel the need. We’re married now.”

[meeraumberx]

catelyn‌:

「  @meeraumberx 」

“lady umber.” the words were practically breathed with relief — cat latching on to the other woman’s arm soon as she was able, hurriedly attempting to escape the disapproving clutches of elder ladies. her divorce was public and common knowledge, even despite the five or so years since it all took place. no one seemed able to forget, just what it was that catelyn stark had done — disgracing the name of her brother, her family, her people in the north. she wanted to tell them that it wasn’t just her, that there were two people in a marriage: and yet, no matter what, the words always managed to die on her tongue.

she glanced at meera, shoulders slumping just so. “trust me when i say i am glad to see a fellow northern face here in the capital.”

Meera nearly jumped as she felt the Lady Stark’s arm loop with hers, eyes darting around to see where she had come from. She caught the sight of more senior women and could only assume it was they that had the lady so eager to walk with her. Meera’s hand gently rested on Catelyn’s as they walked away, hoping the kind contact would help her. “I can hardly call myself Northern, Lady Stark. I’ve only been married a few weeks.” She kept her voice gentle and light as they walked. “But I am glad to offer you some respite. I know some people of the south can be... intense.” The word was as impolite as she could manage, shrugging at the actions of the other women. She didn’t like gossip, it hurt more than helped, and why must women tear one another down? “How have you and your son been handling the weather?”

[meeraumberx]

Meera was not good with crowds. In youth, she’d hide in the Godswood at Raventree Hall or the library, and she had barely begun her search of Last Hearth before she found herself being summoned to the Capital. Here her discomfort was a thousand fold, but the hiding spots seemed to have been made to match it here in King’s Landing. Gardens and libraries and hidden little side rooms were aplenty, and she had to admit (to herself, never around Jonos for fear of insulting him) she was enjoying the warmer climate versus that of the farthest North most men would ever go. The garden she found herself was small, intimate, and she’d taken to laying on a patch of grass and staring up at the passing clouds in quiet serenity. At least she had been until the sound of footsteps made her raise up into a sitting position to see who was around. “Hello?”

[meeraumberx]

@lcrdumber - jonos umber

Another gift, this time a necklace stylized like a raven’s feather. Part of her old house symbol, though many of her gowns still had raven’s feathers sown in. The thoughtfulness was heart-touching, but he’d given her so many in the weeks after their wedding. It was starting to become curious, and Meera felt like the gifts were unnecessary. As much as she liked the flattery and thoughtfulness, it was as if he was still trying to woo her. Lithe fingers clasped around the silver metal, and wandering feet brought her to her husband. A gentle knock on a cracked study door, and she was just as gentle in tone of voice as well. “M’lord? Can we talk a moment?” Jonos was her husband, yes, but it was all still new ground.

[kendalsroy]

[hurrems]

[meeraumberx]

huremsultan‌:

Nurbanu Sultan ► [7/?]

[meeraumberx]

(  jen   / 24  / est  / she/her  ) → announcing meera  of house umber nee blackwood,  the twenty nine year old LADY of her  house is known to be + CHARMING & +  KIND but many of the workers think she is a lot more - OVERLY TRUSTING & - INTROVERTED  then she appears . her name is often associated with  soft down beds and warm furs, ravens feathers sewn into cloaks, snow in dark hair, a hug as soft as silk and as strong as steel, the gentle breeze rustling weirwood branches  !  i’ve  heard her  allegiances lie  with HOUSES STARK AND UMBER  ( MERVE BOLUGUR  ) 

meera stands at roughly 5′6″, with raven black hair and eyes almost just as dark. she used to have the nickname of lady raven amongst her family due to this. a lot of her fashion still contains raven feathers, which are gathered from the ground around the dead weirwood tree at raventree hall.

very sweet, thinks the best of everyone, is literally the most kind precious bean this side of the neck.

however does NOT do well with crowds or busy rooms, and visibly becomes uncomfortable when around too many people. she tries to not let people know it, but it can get pretty bad for her. so she tends to spend most of her time in godswoods, libraries, and the least populated corner of the room when social events take place.

knows the lords around her want her to start producing heirs, but she’d rather start by getting to know her lord husband. she just wants to make things work.

her parents were a love match that just worked out, so she’s got high hopes for herself.