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matilda de angelis as catarina da cremona in leonardo : episode 1 ( 2021 ).

wcrdsarewind:

a starter for @mereyagrafton location; just outside of the entrance to the mail dance floor

The Dornish were kind. They understood that men didn’t belong on their knees unless they chose to be there. They were kind enough to teach him and his people many things, in their last meeting it seemed even better than before. More were coming around to the idea of becoming part of the Vale under Arryn rule. And some said they wanted to stay in Dorne, he didn’t even want to begin to think about that. He had other thoughts on his mind. He wanted to show her a surprise, he’d taken their time together seriously and he hoped to prove to her he was worthy of something. When he saw her he smiled walking over his hands behind his back.

“Lady Grafton, it’s an honor to see you this evening.” He smiled softly. Nervous.

Mereya was about to answer the ball room when she was stopped by a friendly face. “Lovely to see you as well.” She answered with a curtsey. “I was wondering if you were going to be in attendance here tonight.” She added, smiling back at him. “I hope you are well.”

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Matilda de Angelis as Caterina da Cremona in Leonardo ( 1.08 )

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“I don’t know what a belittle is but it sounds mean.” Jovor didn’t understand how a man could make their people feel bad. If they loved him they would die for him. If they cared about their Chief. He’d seen clans fall apart after killing their chief before he earned their hatred. “Well, my Lady, come along. We can sit overe here. It’s a special place for me and my guests. We put together out own feasting hall. Well…”hall”.” He grinned and offered his arm.

“This way.”

“It is indeed mean. It’s the sort of thing where one feels like they are superior to others and makes a point to let them know.” Mereya replied. It was the type of air that her father always carried about with him, looking down his nose at those around him. “It sounds wonderful.” She nodded and took his arm to walk with him. “Are your people enjoying their time here? I’d assume it’s vastly different from what they are accustomed to.”

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“It’s important. To sure we’re the same. Even as a Chief, I have to be in kind with my people. We see eye to eye. There’s a lot of reasons, my father wrote them down. He was the best writer.” Jovor cupped his hands over his mouth, howling to gain the attention of his clan. “This is a friend of the chief and of the Mountain King. She is a Lady. Her name, Lady Mereya.” A chorus of greetings rang out, a sustained howl before they carried on with their drinking and feasting.

“My brothers told me that I can’t call you Mereya. I didn’t know.”

“It’s very important for a leader to be kind. Far too many use their position of power to belittle others and treat them as if they don’t matter.” Mereya replied, watching as he got everyone’s attention to introduce her. “Hello.” She gave a small curtsy, unsure how to respond to the loud chorus of howls. “Typically it is considered proper to use titles such as that. Although, don’t fret if you slip up. It’s okay. At least with me.”

#{{c; chieftain | jovor}}

wcrdsarewind:

a starter for @mereyagrafton

He invited to come with him and have dinner with him and his tribe because it would be important to show his tribe that there were good people with titles like Lord and Lady. So far, there were so many awful people around them he wanted to spend less and less time with them and started to think his brother was right about them. There was another thing about wanting to invite her to eat with them. He liked talking to her and if he was going to keep talking to her then it was important to get to know her around his people. Dogs had two ways about them; bad dogs didn’t come down the mountain and good dogs could go anywhere. They were good and if she couldn’t see it then it would be unfortunate. The cooks roasted chickens and some of the peppers and other things they found in the bazaar. Some of it smelled hot but he hoped it was good enough.

“Thank you for coming.” Jovor walked over to her with a smile on his face, he took a drink from his cup and held it out for her to take. “After you take a drink, pass it to the next man. I drink first as the chief and then you, as my guest.” He explained, remembering his advisors words. Make sure she understood their ways right away. “How are you doing? Were we easy to find? I’ve gotten lost here a few times.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” Mereya answered with a small nod of her head. “Oh, is that your custom?” She asked, looking at the cup and hesitantly taking a drink before she passed it along. “I was a little unsure of the correct path at first but then I quickly found my way. And I am well, thank you. How about yourself?” She glanced around, taking in the sight of his people that sat and stood and talked all around them.

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Matilda De Angelis as Caterina da Cremona | Leonardo 1.01

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“We are. We are men of the Vale. True men. Born from the mountain, watered at the rivers, and forged by her. But, there are official ways. Long as more of us agree than disagree. I think we will.” He was confident though, he worried about his brothers. They were not the same as him. Well, his second brother was more of the problem. The Painted Dogs could only fight and scavenge for so long. They could find a safety in better weapons and armors, connections. His father would have wanted this. Jovor, son of Jovor, would give him all.

“Better that way. There’s no lying in stars. And, food tastes better by the fire.” He took another bite of the orange. “Yes. I want you to meet my clan. They are good people. I promise that no one will be hurt.”

“The Vale is where I have lived my whole life.” Mereya replied. “The region offers a great deal to its people.” Although she was struggling to find her place there now, but that was more a familial matter than the Vale itself. Being in Dorne offered a nice change of pace, at least for the time being. Especially as she had to determine what would become of her future now that she had proclaimed distance from Wyatt. “I hope you find an outcome that is best for your people.”

There’s no lying in stars. She liked the way that sounded. Perhaps she had to spend more time looking up at them. Perhaps they would help guide her steps. She thought over his words for a moment. She had never encountered any of the clans before but he had surprised her, perhaps the others would as well. “I would very much like that.” She answered.

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wyattgrafton:

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“Yes, her sentence! She is no victim in this, she took part in this ploy I know it. There’s proof of it. Father will die, he’ll pay for his treasonous acts but so will Talia. She stands to spend the rest of her days in a cell and you sincerely expect me to spare your mother from the same fate? Once again, Mereya you assume the worst of me, you speak of death sentences but I assure you I don’t wish for your mother to die. She’s condemned her two daughters to lives as pariahs, to the stench of treason clinging to them for the rest of their days and for that she deserves to rot in a cell. She didn’t only betray our King she betrayed her children and you may be too blind to see it but I am not. I see her all too clearly.” Despite the disgust that colored his tone as he spoke of his step mother he meant every word. He did not want her death and not simply because he thought she deserved to answer for her crimes but because putting his sisters through another loss would be cruel. That woman may not have been kind to him but any goodness she had in her seemed to spring to life for her daughters. Even in prison Mereya and Diona would at least have the choice to see her. It wouldn’t be like their lives before, it never could be but it was something.

“You’ll regret it. You’re taking this decision out of spite, pride dictates it and it is incredibly foolish. What will you do without money? Without shelter? Without anyone to call family? Because I swear to you, Mereya if you insist on going down this path you won’t drag our sister down with you. Diona will be cared for, I will see to it. If you want to go your own way then you go alone. Is that understood?”

“You do know that when I spoke to Guinevere I pleaded for Talia’s life? I told her that she was a pawn in father’s game. I asked her to speak to the King on my behalf, to ask for leniency for a girl who was used as a pawn by men. But I suppose you chose to overlook that. Or perhaps she didn’t even tell you. Pray tell, have you asked for mercy for her life? The one sister you care for? Or are you too afraid to step a toe out of line and ruffle feathers? I tell you this, I am not afraid. I am not a coward.”

“As far as betrayal, all I see right now is you betraying me.” Mereya continued. “And I am making this decision for me. As long as I am here you will be looking over your shoulder, paranoid, untrusting, blaming me for wherever you may falter. I will not have that on my shoulders. Living under that is breaking my soul and I won’t subject myself to it any longer. I am smart, I am resourceful, I do have skills although you may not see it. And when I am settled I will extend a hand to Diona. My sister. Who knows when you should decide to turn your back on her as well.” She would give her sister the opportunity to make her own choices, should she ever want to, should she ever need an escape.

#{{c; family ties | wyatt}}

wcrdsarewind:

“Well, here.” Jovor handed her the other half carelessly as held on to his piece between his teeth then stabbed his dagger into the ground. He peeled the orange with his teeth, spitting the peel out and away from her, pulling away pieces of the fruit. “I thought I would come out here and try what was growing. Sent my clan out to scavenge and trade for things since we arrived. It’s always good to trade to find new things. I think if we join the Vale then it’s good to have lots of friends, right? Good time to see who’s weak too. Take notes, it’s what my father called it.”

Jovor wiped the juice from his face. “I like this orange.” He licked his fingers. “You’ll come eat with us. We eat under the stars. You can try the Dorney food with us.” It was their custom to bring a new friend to share food with them. Whenever a Chief met someone new, so did his clan. She was the perfect person to introduce to everyone. And, she knew a lot.

“True, that is a smart way to look at things. Trade is always a useful asset for anyone.” Mereya remembered visiting the docks as a young girl, always interested to see what arrived in Gulltown from far and wide. “Oh? You’re considering joining the Vale?” Given recent events, she didn’t know much of what was going on in the region in a political sense. “Friends are important, yes.” Although unfortunately she didn’t have many at the moment to call her own.”

“Eat under the stars?” That had a lovely sound to it. “You want me to meet your people?” She was surprised by the sudden invitation. She couldn’t remember a time when she met someone so warm and inviting.

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wcrdsarewind:

Jovor as he listened to her. As she spoke to him. Most people were not kind to him. They called him dog, and they meant it as an insult. He knew that. They did not remember his name, and he received respect from their King. Enough respect, but his people were not…they were not kind to him in the slightest. But she was kind, and that made him feel comfort for his people that would not feel the comfort. If they joined their people; their women and children would live among these people and if they were cruel he would not have his people suffer through it.

“Yes, I suppose. I will ask around.” He reached over to take one of the orange fruits. “So, what is this one? An orange yellow one or a regular orange one? I’ve seen them before. Never like this.” He took out his dagger and split the fruit in half.

His conversation was welcomed. As of recent she felt so alone, so isolated. The moments when people cared to listen to her thoughts were few and far between. It surprised her that he seemed content to speak with her for an extended period of time. It was refreshing. Maybe this was what she needed, to speak with and get to know people who knew nothing of who she was, people who had no preconceived notion, no judgment, people who didn’t know her as the traitor’s daughter.

“That is a regular orange one. You can tell by its shape. I suppose they’re larger here because they grow well in this region.” She answered. “I would say it’s safe to eat. Not a yellow one in disguise.” She let out a laugh. He seemed absolutely free. To say what he thought, to be curious, not limited by the hierarchy that many found themselves falling into. Mereya found herself a bit jealous of that sense of freedom. It was what she craved.

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wcrdsarewind:

Jovor thought her smile comforting. He didn’t like to read. He could read. Jovor was the best reader of his brothers and his highest ranking members. Jovor didn’t think he would ever leave the Vale, so, he didn’t read about other places. But, maybe he could find someone with a good book. Jovor looked at her surprised. “Juice? Oh, that must be something awful then.” He would have to try out this juice or the foods. He shook his head. There would be much to discover about such a strange place. “What have you experienced?”

“Do you think one can ride a turtle? Have you seen how big they are?”

“It actually can be rather refreshing if used in the right manner.” Mereya told him, finding his musings to be entertaining. “Well, the food for one, and I’ve observed some of the music that they play here, it’s so light and jovial. I ventured through one of the markets and perused their wares. Their artisans are quite talented I must say.” She had seen beautiful jewelry and clothing that was far different than anything that could be found back home. Home. Could she even call it that anymore? “I see it as a delightful change from the Vale. There is so much to see and do, it makes me question what else is there in the world that I simply have no idea about.”

She laughed at the mention of turtles and the possibility of riding them. “I think you would better off sticking to a horse as means of transportation. Turtles aren’t vastly known for their penchant for speed after all.”

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wcrdsarewind:

“Aye. My brothers say I talk enough for them all. I don’t think they talk enough. I won’t travel with them. Boring. Quiet. A favorite dog is memorable.” Jovor patted himself on his chest roughly. “I am a memorable.” To him, it was simple. He smiled. Oh, these knee benders and their ways. They spent so much of their time remembering all the rules they didn’t know the power of words. “Mereya.” He repeated, he thought they all held two names. One was far easier to remember.

“I think I would like it more if I knew where I was. What is Dorne? How did it get here? How did the people get here? What is a turtle? What are the little peppers as hot as the sky?” He leaned back on his hands and stared up at the tree. “And what are the foods on the trees? What sort of demon made the yellow ones?”

“You are.” Mereya agreed, a small smile curling across her lips. “With those questions you might want to look into the history. I’m sure it’s been recorded for posterity.” She laughed at his assessment of the fruit he had attempted to consume. “It’s fruit.” She answered. “But not like that of an apple. It’s not intended for you to sink your teeth into and eat as is. You take the juice from it and use it to bring out flavor in other foods, or drink even. One of the many things you can experience here I suppose.”

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Jovor jumped, turning to the voice, looking at her. He dropped to his knees in front of her to get a better look of her face. “I am Jovor son of Jovor and finally, the breeze.” He found it was rather cool where she sat and he knee walked over and joined her. “This is a smart idea.” He moved his hands over the ground. Even the ground was cooler in the shade. He turned to face her, crossing his legs over and resting his palms against his knees.

“Do you like Dorne? I don’t know yet. My people don’t know. Some like it.”

“I might like it.”

An amused expression flashed across her face as he jumped, a large man so easily startled by her few words. She was surprised as he got down before her, looking at him curiously like before. “Aren’t you a chatty one, Jovor...” She said as more of a comment than a question. “You might? What would solidify your decision on the matter?” She asked. “Mereya.” She offered her name. “And so far, I do like it here. It’s different, but pleasantly so. The people appear to be as warm as the weather for one.”

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wyattgrafton:

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“I know you to be many things Mereya but I had never thought you could be so stubborn. We may not be family, not the way we once were but I am still your guardian. Once your mother is put to trial and I will ensure that she is for she is not blameless in all this, once her sentence has passed she will not be in your life. You will have no more living relatives aside from myself and Diona. You won’t have a home if you leave Gulltown and as for the Eyrie, the only reason you were here in the first place is because of my position as master of ships but once our ties are severed your place here would have to be earned and unless you have some hidden skills that would make you invaluable the safest way to secure yourself a place here or anywhere else is marriage. The choice will be yours, I won’t marry you off to some old lecherous lord. I will try and find you someone of equal standing if I can.” He said, pleading now. However great the rift between them it would weigh heavy on his conscience to leave her defenseless, to fend for herself. This was his clumsy attempt at making up for what he was taking from her. He had declared they weren’t family, the least he could do was ensure she had a new family of her own.

“Don’t throw your life away out of pride. You’re your mother’s daughter. I’m sure she didn’t fill your head with romantic notions about the lives of commoners. If you walk away on your own, with no family to speak of and no husband that’s what you’ll be. You have no gold to your name, you’d be left at the mercy of the kindness of strangers. Let me help secure you a better life. You and I don’t have to be family for me to care enough to want to do that for you so let me, please.” Blue eyes find Mereya’s own and for a moment his gaze softens, the fury he had felt before has simmered down from a raging fire to embers. It feels pointless to hold down to it now in the face of so much heartbreak between them both. And most of it caused by his cruelty, this much he knows.

“Her sentence? You wish to have her killed too? To take her from Diona?” Mereya asked, eyes going wide. Her sister was but a girl, in the prime time of life when one needed their mother more than ever. She would not allow him to drag her younger sister down with them. “Is your hatred so deep that you wish to leave us motherless as well? For us to feel your pain? And here you speak of airing family secrets that bring shame!” She scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself?!”

Her hands went up and ran through her hair, completely taken back by each and every word that left his lips. “This has nothing to do with being stubborn. It’s the fact that I refuse to live under your roof when you treat me as such. Especially considering all that has now come to light. I don’t intend on throwing my life away. But I also don’t intend on allowing you any say in it. If I rise, I don’t want you to have anything to do with it, no claim to my success. It will be my own doing. And should I fall? So be it. I will decide my own fate. I am not so helpless or incapable as you seem to believe. I will find a way.”

#{{c; family ties | wyatt}}

wcrdsarewind:

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Jovor didn’t know what Dorne was or where it was before they arrived, but being there was something else. The sun was so bright that he wondered if this part of Westeros was just closer to the sun. Was there a mountain that could reach the sun? Perhaps. Jovor also knew little about the Dornish or any of the people around them; The Painted Dogs concerned themselves with the Vale. They warred and they blended. Good dogs could go anywhere. It was their creed. And they were the best Dogs in the Vale. But he didn’t think that even good dogs could survive long in Dorne. But, as he removed his layers and let someone cut his hair, he felt better. Jovor stood in front of a tree, squinting as he pulled down the orange fruit and then the yellow one. He stared at them. He knew what the orange was. He’d seen one before. But the yellow thing. That confused him. He put bit into, spit out the peel, then ripped into the fruit before coughing, gagging on the taste as he dropped the fruit on the ground. Jovor glared at the ground. Walking away, he eyed the orange wondered if it was just an orange yellow thing and he would not have it. He put the fruit down and walked away. He moved through the trees, stopping as a breeze came through, he stretched his arms out.

“Finally.”

Blue hues settled on the man near the trees, watching curiously as he helped himself to the fruit that they held. A small laugh escaped her lips, a hand moving to quickly cover her mouth at his reaction to the yellow fruit, one that he seemingly had never come into contact with before. It was interesting to see people from all over arrive in Dorne, many of which were experiencing all it had to offer for the first time.

“Finally what?” She asked before she had a moment to stop herself, giving away her presence as she sat in the shade.

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wyattgrafton:

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“No, of course not. By the gods, Mereya do you think me this cruel? Your memory is quite selective dear sister you remember the time I took my leave but not all the years before. I treated you no different than I did Talia all these years. Who do you think woke up in the middle of the night when you were a babe, awoken by your cries? Did I once keep you away from the games Talia and I engaged in? I treated you no different. But I’ll admit when I left I had hoped the situation would change that you would be moved to play the same role I had to play for years. Protector. Placing yourself between your siblings and him if needed be even if that meant facing his wrath. I had hoped but from a teenager you grew into a woman and for years you played the same role your mother had played, the role I suppose she taught you to play. Casual observer. You couldn’t find it in you to care enough for Talia to help her. That is why I resent you! Even now you speak of her like she is a stranger to you, you judge her for a choice that wasn’t truly her own.” This is misplaced guilt, no doubt as the role he speaks of should have never be vacant, never for anyone else to assume. He had always been his sister’s keeper and to expect anyone else to pick up his slack well what a foolish delusion that was. After all she had her own siblings to care for but in the moment he was too blinded by his distrust of her to take the facts into account. Perhaps she was right and he truly was letting himself be ruled by fear and paranoia.

“Nothing to do with me? He is my father. Ten years I had to endure at his hands before you even drew breath. Ten years! I have more than earned the right to keep the truth of his monstrous nature to the grave. I don’t want people in this place pitying me or looking at me differently. I’d rather be alone than pitied. And I do not hate you, I never have but I cannot trust you. Not when you speak with such disdain in your voice for I and for Talia. We are meant to be siblings and yet you scoff and mock our choices without ever asking yourself why we had to make them. We are not family. We have not been for a very long time and I have too much responsibility elsewhere. I’m to be a father and I have my duties with the council. And besides I cannot help you when I don’t even know what it is you want. The offer still stands, I will find you a good match if you so desire. Position, protection, maybe even love could be in the cards. Think on it, please.” It’s with a heavy sigh that he reiterates his offer looking away from the torrent of tears streaking his sister’s face, if he were to look perhaps guilt would stir within him but never enough to move him to apologize, he has far too much pride for that.

“No, I don’t want you to have any part in deciding my future. I can do that on my own. I will not force that burden upon you, as you say, we are not family. Why should it be your responsibility?” His words were a dagger to her heart and as much as she didn’t want to show it on her face it couldn’t be helped. “I will pack my things and when the Dornish negotiations are over you shall not see me in Gulltown again.” It didn’t feel like home anymore. He had made sure of that.

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