it takes alester a moment to convince himself he is not in some sort of unreachable dream state. so many nights has he spent alone, yet in a faraway place in his mind, tucked safely away in another’s arms, with all thoughts of marriages and ruling pushed aside. because with cedrik, when they found time to visit one another after meeting those years ago, it was never about politics - it was never about how their houses could benefit each other, though money had been given to the baratheons from the tyrells. for alester, it was only ever his feelings for the other. it was only ever the love he grew to learn he had, though at first he adamantly denied himself the pleasure of feeling it.
but as all good things do, alester supposes, it ended. cedrik’s father died, leaving him ruling lord, and then he had lost his wife too. and though the lord would come to highgarden for business, alester saw and heard less of him, though the two still exchanged letters - but after suffering the loss of both of his own parents, alester and cedrik’s communication lessened a great deal more.
but now, by chance, alester is mere feet from the baratheon lord, and his heart is bound to leap from his chest at any moment. he inches forward, willing himself not to shout out the other’s name to grab his attention - and it’s now that he feels lucky lucky that they are not alone, that there are a few other visitors bustling through the corridor, lest alester react in a way he could not take back. the letter he had received from cedrik containing vaguely scribbled words about a betrothal races through his memory, and he recalls the heartbreak as if it were yesterday.
“ cedrik ? ” he cannot be more formal than that; he thinks doing so might kill him. he waits for the other to turn around, and stifles a noise in his throat when he sees his face. “ i ... it has been a long while. ” a long pause, and alester hopes to the seven his eyes are not at glassy as they feel. “ how are you ? ” he then he adds, perhaps too quickly, perhaps with too much feeling: “ how is your betrothed ? ”
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 whilst filling the room with warmth to fight cold northern air , pleasing its only beholder . borderlining a distasteful irony , eryn hightower would carry ice in her hair & a glacier behind blue stare - - and yet , have the breath smacked from her lungs as the gelid weather would hung on her shoulders as a punishment . the southern woman , albeit kissed by the winter , wasn’t made to ungrundgingly endure the biting cold , after all .
against such truth , jaw was clenched to prevent a sigh and eryn moved her chair a bit closer to the fire : a lifetime would be needed before she could get used to the north and its characteristic weather - - and upon hearing steps approaching from behind , nevertheless , the hightower spoke under the same frozen conception . “ if you feel like sharing the fireplace … please , join me . however , if you had hopes on having it for yourself , be conscious that i will fight you for it . ”
there is something unmistakably different about the north, to that of alester’s southern home. the people are quite different, to be sure ... but the weather, of course, is the first thing that comes to mind - it is always the first thing on his mind when he steps out of the variable warmth of the carriage and into the frigidness of the northern kingdom, clad only in the warmest of the southern robes, which are no match at all to the wind known only to the north. even still, alester knows ( fears, really ) that their stay in the north might not be a short one, and he’s determined to get used to it while he can. who knows - if there is some sort of treaty made between the kings, perhaps alester will find himself in winterfell more often. but part of him hopes not.
an extended walk outside is all the ruling lord can manage today; but with no blooming gardens like he's accustomed to, his walk isn't a long one. so it's soon that he’s hurrying back inside, to seek warmth wherever he can find it. the first place he finds is occupied, but the chill in his bones and the frost on his robes cause him to rather forget his manners. it is only after the lady speaks that he replies, bowing down in respect. “ my apologies, my lady, i did not even think to ask if i could join you. but fret not, for i am not here for thievery ! i expect i’m here for the same reason as you - to get away from the damned cold. ” he pauses, and continues with a greeting and a small smile. “ alester tyrell - a pleasure. ”
the king found himself strolling through winterfell in search of nothing in particular. head held high as he strode down the stone halls, glancing by at closed doors or into open rooms. the dark fur cloak around his shoulders flowed elegantly behind him, just barely skimming the floor. he held it tighter around his body when he found his way outside. there was no snow falling, but by how cold and crisp the air was he was certain that it would start any second now.
he moved silently past workers or other people moving about the keep. eyes glancing to them briefly, giving a few nods in greeting as he passed to those he knew and ones who had done the same to him. most of them, though, were northerners and he ignored their cold daggers for eyes. surely the southern king wasn’t quite welcome after recent events, but aeragon didn’t let that bother him. he found himself walking up one of the stairs to where he could look out at the vast land outside of the keep. shifting the fur cloak around his shoulders a bit he stood there, taking in the sight of the north… a moment of peace.
a fleeting moment as footsteps were heard coming up the stairs to his right, but aeragon made no motion to look at who was coming. instead he waited to see if the person would move past him or join him. they stopped near him and he glanced over briefly before letting his gaze rest back out at the land. ❛ quite a sight, isn’t it? ❜ it was beautiful. all of westeros was beautiful with each of it’s little quirks depending where you were. ❛ i just want to take a horse out there and gallop free. ❜
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upon arriving in the south, jaehaerys has felt as though he is a sore thumb adorned upon the hand of the deceased northern king. everyone who is loyal to this land seems, at least to the prince, to believe he or his family is somehow responsible for the late stark’s passing - and there are few things jaehaerys dislikes more than accusations, especially those that are false and unfounded.
as much as he feels distrust follow him wherever he treads, the targaryen prince knows it to be all the more reason to walk carefully among grounds of those who are not his friends. but still he walks, listening and talking only when spoken to in short replies that give nothing away - always listening, never giving. it was his usual habit, and in unfamiliar land he certainly isn’t changing. he’s walking and attempting to find something to learn, and perhaps even something good enough to remember for later, when he spots his brother. immediately jaehaerys makes his way over to the king, and listens intently as the other speaks.
“ to ride freely upon unfamiliar and untrusted land, without friend nor protection by your side ? my brother, you would return full of frozen arrows - if you returned at all. ” it’s said with a low chuckle, though the meaning of his words are dark. we are not trusted here. “ have you not sensed our misplacement here, my brother ? do you really feel so comfortable in the home of the northern king ? ”
JAEHAERYS HAS ALWAYS THRIVED UPON being the ears of any room. the eyes as well, though they are deceiving. the ears, however ? they discover whispers, decipher secrets, and gain knowledge that opens doors that may have been previously closed. but for the prince, there is something calming about lingering close to those who speak of important things, and entering the conversation only when he thinks it will be of some benefit. being in the north is certainly no exception - in fact, jaehaerys has been on high alert ever since arriving, and has scarcely even slept in favor of gaining every inch of high ground he can ... both for himself, and for his brother. and so when the prince finds an audience with the king himself ? jaehaerys is positively vibrating with not excitement, but rather the endless possibilities such a conversation could uncover. when face-to-face with theon, jaehaerys bows his head in greeting - though it’s nearly unnoticeable. “ it is a pleasure to finally meet you, ” says the prince, and he’s careful to keep titles off his lips. “ you are a very difficult man to gain an audience with, though i’m glad to finally have it. would you care to sit ? ”
𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 deny that he was , with perhaps too much gusto , but he wasn’t hiding , not truly . in fact , he’d been out & about around the winterfell keep with others , however as sun droops downward , blanketing the northern realm in a cold darkness , rodrick found himself in the company of his own horse , a gift as a young man that had become a constant in his life . it wasn’t that he didn’t trust the master of horse , because he did , but being that the horse was his own , he felt it was his own duty to look after the stead , as he had for years prior . so no , the ruling lord of the west was not hiding , merely taking in the quiet as he brushed down the almost black horse , his hands gentle as he stroked at the beast , whispering soft words as he moved around , ignorant to the world outside the stable opening , it wasn’t until the horse nipped at his fingertips that he realised he had company . ❝ you ruddy thing , i’ll get you something when i’m done , no need to take a chunk out of my hand , you beast . ❞ his hand pulls back , thumb running over the tips as if to soothe a wound that one could not see before he’s turning , startled almost in his step before he offers a smile in lieu of greeting .
WHILE ALESTER WAS NOT ONE to dwell upon things in the past, the ruling lord could not help but allow his mind short wanderings of things long passed. with his father not long dead, and his mother not long after he, alester has been left wondering what his place is without them. while he knows it is as ruling lord, and he knows he must try and make them proud, his reputation and instincts are doing him no favors in the matter. not to mention, of course, his brash ( and far too quick ) decision making regarding his own engagement, based solely on his own sore heart. it’s because of these thoughts that he finds himself leaving the crowds and seeking somewhere quieter, lest he do something he will regret - such as plant a punch on another noble’s jaw. he finds himself wandering near the stables, though he’s anything but a horseman himself, and tries not to laugh when he sees another get nibbled by one. “ my apologies, ” he chuckles, failing to hide a smile as he approaches. “ is ... is the creature hungry ? should you not feed it, if so ? it might take your hand, next time ... ”
the courts offer bread and salt to JAEHAERYS TARGARYEN of HOUSE TARGARYEN. many say that the TWENTY - SEVEN year old PRINCE of THE SOUTHERN KINGDOM is known to be HIGH - MINDED and LONGANIMOUS, though ill tongues whisper that HE is CIRCUMSPECT and MACHIAVELLIAN. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of a deeply rooted desire to polish the tarnished silver of an ancient name , an avidity to rule when such a want is all for naught , the leather bound history books telling tales of a time long past & the shadowed murmurs of a second son. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.
HIHEYHELLO ! it’s nikki ya girl w another boy ! he isn’t as MUCH as a disaster as alester, but phew he has his own shit goin on ... and it’s a lotta ... SO BUCKLE UP AGAIN and enjoy, and as Always hmu for Princely Plots !
NAME: jaehaerys targaryen.
GENDER: cis male.
NICKNAMES: jae, rys.
BIRTHPLACE: the red keep, southern kingdom.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
MBTI: intj-a.
you know how they say a coin is tossed when a targaryen is born ? one could say it got stuck in the air with jaehaerys, unsure of which side to land on - unsure of the targaryen boy’s fate and future. born the second son in the royal family of the southern kingdom, jaehaerys was raised with all of the dignity the fire in his blood called for. from a very young age, jaehaerys took immense pride in his family name and position, and some even whispered he was arrogant. such rumors did not affect him, though, and jaehaerys remained unbothered.
as a child, jaeharys was not particularly close with either of his parents, though he took a great interest in his father’s position as king. remember that coin stuck in the air ? yeah, jaehaerys likes to believe he chose his own fate, though it was never a fate he could have. being only the second son, the young targaryen could only look from afar at the throne - but that doesn’t mean he didn’t yearn for it. he saw his father’s power, how his mother’s was beloved among the kingdoms. jaehaerys has wanted to have a place in history books since he was a young boy, and he’s willing to do just about anything to achieve his goals.
he loves his siblings, but he rarely shows it unless through vague actions in their favor. his mind is focused on his goals, and how best to achieve them, even though most of them are not plausible at all. he’s never content with being idle, always trying to gain the upper-hand in every situation, and is always plotting something or another - though such plots rarely come to light.
as he grew up in the shadow of the crown, jaehaerys followed closely behind his older brother as he was prepped to become king. while he would never be destined for the throne, he still wanted to learn every aspect of being king so as to be as close to the decision making as possible. he fiercely loves the south, and wanted desperately to have a say in its management - and that’s what led him to becoming the hand of the king after his brother was crowned.
just as jaehaerys settled into his new role and watched his brother do the same, things took a dark turn. betrayals are to be expected amongst those with power ... and though jaehaerys tried to have a hand in his brother’s decisions at all times regarding such things ( as he does with most things ) it simply was not possible to stop him from exiling their mother upon learning of her betrayal. he was left betrayed as well, by both his mother and also his brother for exiling her, even though he knew it was the best decision - and the same one he would’ve made had he been blessed with he crown.
as the hand to the king, jaehaerys takes on as much responsibility as he can, which often leads him exhausted and drained. but being unable to have the crown, the targaryen prince feels as though it’s the next best thing. he feeds his brother information, sometimes true and sometimes not so true - anything to gain the upper-hand. anything to keep the kingdom on the side of the targaryens, whether it be his brother or himself.
the courts offer bread and salt to ALESTER TYRELL of HOUSE TYRELL. many say that the TWENTY - NINE year old RULING LORD of HIGHGARDEN is known to be VEHEMENT and LYRICAL, though ill tongues whisper that HE is BELLICOSE and SELF - INDULGENT. when his name is uttered , one is reminded of an invariable rage boiling just beneath the surface that is aways ready to be unleashed , all of the finest silks and robes attainable , the sweetest delicacies known to the realm & the heaviness of a brand new responsibility that weighs more than ever expected. may he be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.
hi hey hello ! it’s nikki here , and i have ... a boy . a manchild . a disaster baby . a ruinous excuse for a ruling lord . ok Maybe that’s a little dramatic , but still , he’s a MESS and he likes to FIGHT so buckle up ?? and enjoy !
NAME: alester tyrell.
GENDER: cis male.
NICKNAMES: ales, al, als. but these are only for those quite close to him.
BIRTHPLACE: highgarden.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
MBTI: estp-t.
BIOGRAPHY:
born the first child and eldest son of garlan tyrell and elinor tyrell ( neé tarly ) alester was an heir to the seat of highgarden from birth. though three other children would follow, alester was on a pedestal of responsibility - but it was one he ignored from the very beginning. he was a rambunctious child, getting into troubling only because there was trouble to be gotten into. he thrived on doing things he was told not to ( and still does , really ) which earned him an ornery reputation from the start.
growing up, he was as spoiled as anyone might think, and he took it upon himself to indulge in every aspect of noble life there was at his fingertips. he scarcely did things for himself, allowing the servants to do even the simplest of deeds. alester enjoys finer clothes and furs and jewels, and partakes in every feast he can to indulge in the decedent sweets that would be served. many people outside of the family ( and maybe even in it ) say he is too loose with his coin and always has been.
alester’s father was a large, burly man who valued victory in all things. garlan was many things, but overly - affectionate was not one of them. he wasn’t a cruel man, but he was extremely adamant that alester start training to become ruling lord at a very young age - and to alester, a boy who wanted nothing more than freedom, that was as cruel as one could get. alester rebelled and refused to go to the training sessions most days, and skipped out on any lesson that didn’t involve fighting. his mother was adamant too, though she was more concerned with alester’s wellbeing than garlan was. elinor saw in her son’s eyes a fire that could never be quelled, and she knew it spelled trouble - and she could always be found trying to keep him out of it. for that, and for always lending an ear for long tangents about his father and everything else, alester loved her dearly.
alester feels deeply, and each emotion is felt so keenly that when he’s riled up , there is almost nothing that can be done to calm him down. this, among being bored with his father’s teachings and seeking out more trouble, is what contributed to the forming of his fighting habit in his teens. if he’s angry with you, he WILL fight you. he loves the thrill of it, loves landing a clean blow and dodging one. he even loves being hit, loves the taste of blood in his mouth.
he went so far as to actively seek out fights. he would rile people up to get them to react, he would place bets on if he could get someone to throw the first swing. he fought so much, in fact, that his face was nearly always black with bruises. his drinking habits, which were quite impressive in how much he could consume and still fight, did nothing to help these tendencies. many people during this time accused the tyrell family of not having a sound hold on the future, with an heir so volatile.
alester traveled a LOT in his youth. like, he went EVERYWHERE. if he was ever angry ( and he was angry a lot, because it really does Not take much ) he would hop on his horse and just... take off. he loves highgarden, and is deeply loyal to it, but traveling away from it brought adventure and soon enough, it even brought love. though his affair with cedrik baratheon often felt one-sided, especially since the latter was soon married after they met, what alester felt ( and still feels ) for the baratheon lord is not something he’s very good at ignoring. but now, with a baratheon and stark betrothal on the horizon, alester is heartbroken - he had fully believed he and cedrik would both abdicate their positions as ruling lords in order to marry, and now that future seems impossible. and now, alester is searching for a betrothal of his own ( check it out here ! ) to fill a hole he thinks he created himself.
but anyway, back to the story ... when he was around twenty-eight, just under a year ago, his father became seriously ill. though garlan was always one to have bouts of illness ( and perhaps that’s why he was so keen on alester learning so much so quickly, and alester definitely feels guilty for ignoring it now ) this illness was different. it was fast, harsh, and unforgiving, and the tyrell lord was dead within the week. alester was thus thrust upon the seat of highgarden and named ruling lord, and it’s only now that he’s realizing just how little he knows about the position his father tried so hard to teach him about. it was only a few months after garlan’s death that alester’s mother passed away, though she was immensely proud of alester in the short time she saw him as ruling lord - for what, alester isn’t sure, but he knows he wants to continue to make her proud.
and that’s it, folks ! i’ll probably have a google doc in the next week or so with more info ?? but this is plenty for plots... so GIVE THEM TO ME
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