𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘.

dependent roleplay blog for cognatihq , penned by brooke.

[oflcgends]

                        in  the  game  of  thrones,  you  win  or  you  die.

#𝑜𝒻𝓁𝒸𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈   ;   a   dependent   roleplay   blog   for   @cognatihq.   as   penned   by   brooke   (   29,   she/her,   est   ).   DNI   if   not   associated   with   the   group.

WINTER  IS  COMING.  –  intro.  pinterest.

FIRE  AND  BLOOD.  –  intro.  pinterest.

FALLEN  AND  REBORN.  –  intro.  pinterest.

[lcgionhq]

"where  the  fuck  is  that  damned  lamb?"  erich  mutters  in  frustration  as  he  searched  high  and  low  for  that  now-missing  toy  that  his  four  year  old  was  now  crying  for.  in  hindsight,  maybe  it  might  have  been  a  better  idea  to  let  their  septa  watch  over  the  child  instead  of  allowing  the  child  to  join  them  in  the  long  processional  walk.  it  had  resulted  in  a  beloved  toy  being  lost  and  lots  of  crying  and  refusing  to  lay  down  for  a  nap  till  she  got  what  she  wanted.  it  took  a  lot  of  bargaining  but  the  exhausted  child finally  agreed  to  close  her  eyes  when  her  father  promised  to  search  for  as  long  as  it  took  to  locate  back  her  precious  belonging.

he  must  have  been  searching  for  almost  two  hours  now  and  still  no  luck.  he  huffed  impatiently  as  he  came  to  a  halt  next  to  the  statue  of  cregan  and  was  unwillingly  pulled  into  a  shallow  conversation.  "if  you  want  my  honest  opinion,  i'd  say  it  is  a  blatant  show  of  overcompensation,"  he  stated  bluntly  with  a  slight  roll  of  his  eyes.  no  one  ever  wanted  erich's  brutally  honest  opinion  but  he'd  still  give  it  anyway.  "and  they  got  his  nose  wrong.  it's  a  little  too  big  and  the  bulbous  tip  serves  no  justice  to  an  otherwise  rather  handsome  face,"  he  noted  as  he  studied  the  statue  once  more.  "it  was  a  good  turn  out  for  the  procession  but  that  resulted  in  a  lot  of  accidental  stepped  on  toes.  a  clumsy  oaf  treaded  on  my  wife's  foot  ,  not  once  but  twice,  mind  you,"  he  grumbled  in  irritation.

[oflcgends]

the  princess  looks  over  at  her  newfound  company,  realizing  very  quickly  that  he  had  no  intention  to  start  a  conversation  with  her  when  he  approached.  she  sighs,  ever  so  slightly,  as  he  too  proclaims  that  she  is  wrong  and  the  statue  is  somehow  in  poor  taste.  she  wonders  why  he  seems  to  care  so  much,  though,  considering  he  is  no  northman  himself. 

“i  take  it  you  knew  him  well,  then?”  she  questions  curiously.  enough  to  know  that  this  statue  got  his  features  wrong,  at  least.  so  she  has  to  wonder,  how  exactly  did  he  know  the  old  wolf  of  the  north?

“i  am  sorry  to  hear  such  a  thing,  my  lord.  i  suppose  i  am  not  surprised,  considering  how  big  the  turn  out  was,  but  still,  that  is  quite  frustrating…”  she  frowns  slightly.  “did  i  hear  you  were  looking  for  something,  or  am  i  mistaken?”

[drgnsfyre]

LOCATION  :  day  two,  after  the  games STATUS  :  closed  (  @oflcgends  )

hallis  had  spent  the  majority  of  the  day  drinking  and  laughing  at  those  who  took  part  in  the  games.  it  was  rather  hilarious,  watching  some  of  the  southern  houses  make  fools  of  themselves.  hallis  had  enjoyed  himself  a  bit  too  much  and  now  he  found  himself  stumbling  around,  drunk.  his  sisters  would  not  be  happy  if  they  found  him  like  this. he  made  his  way  around  to  pick  up  another  cup  of  ale  but  when  he  turned  around,  he  slammed  directly  into  someone.  he  groaned  and  threw  his  hands  up  in  defeat.  "of  course  this  would  happen  to  me!"  he  exclaimed.  "now  i  need  to  get  another  drink."  he  continued.  "now  please..  try  not  to  make  me  drop  it."

[oflcgends]

the  bastard  of  starfall  feels  quite  lost  in  a  place  so  far  from  her  home.  the  games  had  been  entertaining  thus  far,  but  she  still  knew  little  of  how  things  were  meant  to  happen.  still,  it  had  been  a  dream  of  hers  to  see  far  beyond  the  red  mountains  of  dorne,  had  it  not?  so  she  tries  her  best  to  enjoy  herself  while  she  is  here.

she's  walking  around  the  festivities  when  suddenly,  she  collides  with  another.  the  collision  nearly  sends  her  directly  into  the  cold  ground,  but  luckily  she  is  quick  on  her  feet  and  manages  to  stop  before  she  falls.  she  looks  up  into  the  half-lidded  eyes  of  a  northern  lord,  reaching  out  to  him  briefly  for  stabilization.  “apologies,  my  lord!”  she  quickly  says,  releasing  her  grip  on  him.

he  is  lucky  that  his  drink  did  not  spill  all  over  her  dress.

“i  will  do  my  best,”  she  says,  almost  sarcastically.  “is  this  drink  any  good?”  she  asks  curiously  as  she  joins  him  in  grabbing  another.  she'd  never  had  northern  ale  before.

[beautifulsnares]

"Well im not much a hammer throwing guy but I've seen quite a few people throw it earlier in the day more farther. I take it the leige isn't one who is used to doing as so." He answered. Dominic half expected the other to make a comment on him for what he said but just maybe they were also in agreement.

"Its all in the grip I think. My brother weilds an axe himself and if its anything similar to it, I think its the same principle." He says. "Though i could just be saying some shit and be totally wrong for all I know." The ironborn admits. "Are you partaking in an of the other contests or do you prefer to admire the view instead?"

[oflcgends]

allyria  looks  him  over,  just  now  coming  to  notice  the  pin  on  his  dublet  –  that  of  a  silver  kraken,  symbol  of  house  greyjoy.  so  he  is  an  ironborn,  then.  she  knows  little  of  the  people,  beyond  that  they  are  quite  harsh  and  known  for  raiding  other  regions  such  as  the  west  and  the  north.  many  seem  to  hold  this  reputation  against  them,  but  not  she.  she  knows  all  too  well  what  it  is  like  to  hold  one's  birth  status  against  them.

she  chuckles  slightly  when  he  says  that  he  may  well  be  talking  completely  out  of  turn.  it  is  not  as  if  she  knows  any  better,  though.  she  knows  little  and  less  of  these  northern  style  games.

“i  think  i  will  be  quite  content  to  watch  from  the  sidelines…  truthfully,  i  am  not  quite  sure  how  much  of  this  is  even  supposed  to  be  done.  i  fear  i  would  just  make  a  fool  of  myself  if  i  were  to  participate.  will  you  be  participating,  my  lord?”

[beautifulsnares]

"It has been quite some time since the North has played host to many people. At least that is what my lord husband has told me. So I would not say it was not a disturbance just more along the lines of having to prepare and hoping there is enough." They were all still recovering from the last five years. Rosalyn had even asked her ruling cousin for help. She did not want to as rhe Vale had already helped out so much but last thing she had wanted was to hear some Southerner complain of them lacking things.

"Though i hope what has been provided is wnough to satisfy our Crown and neighbors." She answered with a smile that was too sweet.

[oflcgends]

“you  have  done  quite  a  lot  with  what  you  have,”  daenys  says  sweetly.  it  is  true,  she  was  not  expecting  much  when  they  traveled  this  far  north…  but  they've  done  well  to  make  things  accommodating  and  entertaining.  not  that  the  entertainment  was  quite  to  her  taste,  but  that  is  fine.  the  effort  is  enough  to  please  her.

“it  has  been,”  she  confirms  with  a  smile.  “i  appreciate  your  grace,  lady  stark..  truly.”  she  looks  off  in  the  distance  for  a  moment  before  her  gaze  falls  back  on  the  northern  lady.  “you  have  children,  do  you  not?  we  should  arrange  for  our  children  to  meet.  i  think  it  would  do  them  all  some  good.”

[cursebounds]

she  nearly  jolts,  eyes  widening  and  mouth  parting  in  gasp.  but  it  takes  only  a  heartbeat  for  recognition  to  ignite,  and  daera  forces  the  tension  out  of  her  body  in  an  exhale.

"yes,  yes.  i'm  okay,  daenys."  she  raises  her  hand,  fingertips  feather-light  on  the  back  of  her  sister's  hand.  "i  ---  i  was  thinking  of  father."  a  smaller  truth.  she  would  not  yet  lie  to  daenys.  "i  .  .  .  i  miss  him  terribly.  and  so  much  more  on  a  day  like  today."

[oflcgends]

her  brow  furrows.  she  is  not  totally  convinced  by  her  sister's  words,  no  matter  how  sturdy  she  is  when  she  delivers  them.  daenys  frowns  slightly,  reaching  out  for  her  hand  and  giving  hers  a  gentle  squeeze.  “are  you  sure?”  she  asks,  concern  laced  into  every  word.

“i…  i  understand.  the  years  have  not  made  the  loss  any  easier,  no  matter  how  much  everyone  says  it  will…”  she  sighs.  “shall  we  go  somewhere  more  quiet,  more  private?”

[belcvd]

he  allows  his  gaze  to  track  over  the  princess's  features  then  back  to  the  glittering  statue,  tracing  over  the  clean  lines.  an  objective  thing  of  beauty,  yet  the  voice  of  his  father  rung  clear  in  his  head.  all  that  looked  pleasing  to  the  eye  not  what  it  seemed  —  what  glittered  not  gold. “  i  would  assume.  ”  had  often  felt  as  though  if  the  war  itself  would  not  be  his  death,  it  would  be  the  heated  sands  with  their  choking  nature.  each  time  a  retreat  allowed  for  them  to  return  to  the  stormlands  he  took  to  it  with  a  vengeance  …  and  now  they  were  here.  “  i  have  little  interest  in  games.  i  wanted  to  see  the  statue  without  many  bodies  around  to  allow  me  a  better  look  and  pay  my  respects  to  a  man  whose  legacy  preceded  him.  ”  someone  that  he  could  look  to,  difference  of  regions  be  ignored,  especially  when  he  had  gone  into  combat  with  his  ilk.  “  am  i  interrupting  you  ?  ”   

[oflcgends]

she  nods.  daenys  would  not  speak  ill  of  her  home,  not  unless  it  were  around  those  she  trusts  deeply,  but  him?  he  did  not  need  to  hear  her  discuss  how,  at  times,  she  really  longed  for  home.  he  probably  wouldn't  want  to  hear  that  anyways.

“no,  of  course  not,”  she  shakes  her  head  along  with  her  words.  she  looks  to  him  again,  brow  slightly  furrowed.  “please,  take  all  the  time  you  need…  i  will  not  bother  you  with  my  thoughts  if  it  is  quiet  reflection  you  were  hoping  for.”

[losrulirion]

the grunt comes. wrinkles gather at the corners of their eyes as they squint, not yet having formed an opinion upon the statue. eyeing the princess with both respect and suspicion, still uncertain of how to read her smile, but the lady dayne rarely smiles for anybody. she was not the full targaryen representation, all too willing to be folded against love, but for the martells, perhaps that was for the best. but for dorne? ❝ the procession was thoughtful, but why need an idol or reminder? did his actions not speak louder than the rest of it? ... i would strike a statue down of me. ❞ another grunt. everyone is far too willing to exaggerate how nice and well - thought a man was when he passed.

❝ let my legacy speak for itself. folk will say what they wish ... your grace. they'll stand at the feet of this statue and take out all they couldn't on the living. it disturbs me, but ... ❞ ending with a shrug. she clearly enjoys it, entertains the notion. acrasia, rather aware of how they don't wish to fumble a tentative friendship with their liege martell's spouse.

[oflcgends]

daenys  looks  beside  her,  immediately  recognizing  the  woman  as  the  ruling  lady  of  starfall.  a  lady  of  dorne.  her  people,  now.  “i  suppose  you  have  a  point  there,  but  i  do  think  there  is  some  use  in  physical  reminders  of  those  we've  lost.  especially  when  they've  had  such  profound  impacts  on  the  realm  as  a  whole.”  she  understands  the  lady's  perception  of  it,  but  daenys  chooses  to  look  on  the  brighter  side  for  the  sake  of  her  family.

“you  really  think  so?”  she  says,  brow  furrowed  as  she  looks  over  at  her.  “at  least  the  craftsmanship  is  quite  well  done,  wouldn't  you  say?”

[parthenopaed]

with her eyes closed, she could be as much of a part of this place as the very heartree that welcomes its visitors – even red of hair they are both, though the thought does not bring a smile to her lips until the arrival of another draws her attention from the plenitude of the wilderness. dacey feels like an outlander in these lands now, gilliane knows, but can't help cherish the approach, even if it is not as well - guided as one would like for she means to pry them away from here and gilliane does not wish to leave so.

but they know they must. yet, for a moment longer, they remain. "no." it's half a lie. she knows what she must do, but the body does not wish to go through with it. "i have been trying to escape to tell the children that they must do such long procession for a grandfather who lies underneath the ground of their own home." a procession may feel necessary for other northman, but not to the stark, who slept with their dead as if they were still part of themselves. "do you think karlon has rid me of that burden or i shall find them in bed yet?" there is faint amusement on the severity of her face as she glances to the woman on her side. "would you rather be in bed, yourself?"

[oflcgends]

the  lady  stark  smiles  gently  at  the  sight  of  her  friend.  gilliane,  who  had  been  at  her  side  through  thick  and  thin.  and  though  gilliane  has  always  been  a  strong  believer  in  the  gods  of  old,  she  has  thus  far  been  quite  understanding  of  dacey's  own  crisis  of  faith.  it  is  comforting,  of  course,  to  have  the  support  of  a  friend.

“i  imagine  that  must  be  difficult,”  she  nods,  still  smiling  as  she  remains  kneeling  beside  her  friend.  “and  how  do  you  imagine  they  will  take  it?  i  know  the  southerners  expect  grace  from  us,  but…”  she  sighs  heavily.  “somewhat,”  the  lady  nods.  “though  i  think  i  mostly  just  want  to  get  this  over  with.”

[slaining]

"both  fitting  for  you,  little  wolf,"  a  nickname  of  childhood  slipping  out  of  beron's  lips.  fondness  that  hardly  existed  within  the  harsh  climate  of  the  north,  even  harsher  within  the  stone  castle  of  the  last  hearth.  "beauty  of  a  doe  and  strength  of  the  direwolf."  the  smile  he  offers  her  is  one  few  get  to  see,  even  fewer  during  the  winter  that  had  ravaged  their  home  and  left  many  for  dead.  "i  do  hope  something  is  a  compliment,"  he  jests  with  her.  the  days  leading  up  to  the  procession,  to  the  south  coming  and  invading  a  place  they  did  not  even  pretend  to  care  for,  had  been  tough.  even  tougher  with  his  father  in  his  ear  and  his  sister's  death  looming  over  him  like  a  cloud  he  could  not  clear.  "shall  we  strike  a  deal  then?  you  pay  for  one  and  i  will  give  the  other  as  a  gift,  as—"  beron  has  to  pause,  swallowing  down  a  lump  in  his  throat,  "condolences...  i  offer  them  greatly,  dacey."

[oflcgends]

dacey  cannot  help  but  to  smile  at  the  use  of  the  childhood  nickname.  it  is  sweet,  and  reminds  her  of  much  simpler  times.  back  when  they  were  just  little  tykes  playing  in  the  yard,  and  not  lord  and  lady  with  the  heavy  weight  of  expectation  sitting  upon  their  backs.  of  course,  neither  is  an  heir  but  there  is  still  a  certain  amount  of  responsibility  that  they  must  bear.

“you  are  too  kind,”  she  chuckles  lightly,  looking  down  for  just  a  moment  as  her  cheeks  burn  before  looking  back  up  at  him.  “it  is,  you  know  it  is!”  she  insists,  reaching  across  the  table  to  lightly  push  him  in  jest. 

“fine,  i  suppose  that  will  work…  and  i  appreciate  that,  beron,  i  really  do.  we  all  do.  it  has  been  hard  but…  i  dunno,  the  sooner  these  southerners  depart,  the  better.”

[rihtuals]

the targaryen princess ( for that was what daenys would always be to her, no matter how many dornish babes she bore for akshay, just as coryanne would always be the martell princess ) was something of a mystery to her ─ in many ways, they mirrored each other in that they had been forced to serve as pawns to ensure the peace between their people. love had blossomed, slowly but surely, between coryanne and gaemon, but she had never been comfortable enough to prod her siblings about their own love lives, and the idea of akshay, softening for his targaryen bride, sat uneasily in the gut. was this how the rest of westeros saw her ? an outsider, one that would sway their king into making wrong decisions ? it made her sympathetic to daenys for a brief moment, enough that she accepts the arm that is offered, leaning into her goodsister for warmth. coryanne hated that they had been forced so far north for a dead man she cared naught for, but perhaps something good might come from this. ❝ it is times like these when i do not envy your brother for the burden he carries ... king, conciliator and miracle worker. ❞ coryanne rolled her eyes, allowing the conversation to flow towards more pleasant topics. she groaned as she thought of her pregnancy, the weight of the babe heavy on her back. ❝ well enough, all things considered. i am trying to make my peace with the fact that i will likely have this baby in the north or gods forbid, the riverlands. ❞ she grimaced. ❝ we've brought all three of the boys ... it will be good for baelon to see his future kingdom and well ... if baelon goes, then aeryn must go. ❞ and she would not be parted from rhaegar, though that needn't mention. ❝ if you need some time to yourself, please feel free to drop nymor and rhaena off with me ... i intend to stay inside whenever possible, and rhaegar could use the company. his brothers are ... less patient with him. ❞

[oflcgends]

daenys  knows  good  and  well  that  the  people  of  dorne  still  look  at  her  and  see  an  outsider,  an  intruder.  she  may  have  bore  akshay  two  children  now,  both  wearing  the  name  martell,  but  did  that  really  matter  when  they  had  the  features  associated  with  dragon's  blood?  maybe  not  totally,  but  the  traces  are  there,  and  plain  for  everyone  to  see.

she  doesn't  want  to  dwell  too  much  on  that  though.  especially  not  when  her  goodsister  is  being  so  kind.  it  would  be  silly  to  disrupt  the  fragile  peace  that  hangs  between  them  now.

“ah  yes,  i  feel  the  same,”  she  says  with  a  nod.  gaemon,  with  so  much  sitting  upon  his  shoulders…  she  wishes  that  more  would  see  that,  would  understand  that  he  is  trying  his  very  best  to  please  everyone.  she  knows  that  more  should've  been  done  during  the  harsh  winter,  but  what  was  he  to  do?  let  the  illness  wreak  havoc  upon  the  whole  of  the  realm?

“i  do  hope  my  brother  has  been  tending  to  his  pregnant  wife  as  he  should,”  she  adds  with  a  little  smile.  “i  can  hardly  believe  how  big  they've  gotten,  you  know?  they're  such  good  boys…  but  tell  me,  do  you  wish  for  another  boy  this  time  around?  or  are  you  hoping  the  gods  bless  you  both  with  a  little  princess  finally?”  there  is  just  a  certain  bond  between  a  woman  and  her  daughter,  and  truly  daenys  hopes  that  the  queen  gets  to  experience  it.

“that  is  so  kind  of  you  to  offer.”  daenys  had  taken  to  motherhood  well  enough,  though  she  feels  as  though  she  hasn't  quite  thrived  in  the  way  that  coryanne  has.  perhaps  it  would  be  good  for  the  two  of  them  to  spend  some  time  with  her,  and  their  cousins  as  well.  “i  am  sure  they  would  love  to.  rhaena  is  a  little  shy,  but  nymor…  nymor  i  can  hardly  keep  track  of,  the  way  he's  always  go  go  go.”

[beautifulsnares]

starter : open to all

during : the time of northern  games - hammer  throw

this was one of the places he had yet to visit fully. he had seen the shores of the North but stepping foot on it was a different story. the ironborn were hated mostly everywhere. so it came no surprise when he walked amongst the crowd, pretending to play the little noble lord, the looks that came his way. some stared at times because of his height but others was because of the house sigil pin he wore on chest. the one that shone brightly of a silver kraken, a preference of his over the traditional gold, on black field. still he could not hide his smirk as some stared with disgust and others who think they could tame the ironborn.

as he approached a post to lean on, he watched someone throw the hammer and could not help but say some commentary on it to the person who stood near him who did not ask for this. " is it a little sad i can feel pity for the liege? all the muscle on him and yet he cannot throw the hammer any farther than a young child would throw their toy when they are having a tantrum. shameful really." dominic said sarcastically.

[oflcgends]

allyria  cannot  say  that  she  is  truly  entertained  by  the  northern  display.  it  is  so  different  from  her  home,  after  all,  so  far  from  what  she  is  used  to.  still,  it  is  interesting  to  see  how  culture  shift  the  further  one  travels  away.  and  though  she  loves  dorne  more  than  anything,  she  has  always  longed  to  see  the  rest  of  westeros.

she  is  stood  just  at  the  outskirts  of  the  games,  right  along  the  barrier.  honestly,  she  fears  that  something  might  get  tossed  her  way  and  gods  how  awful  would  that  be?  just  as  she  is  almost  fully  entranced  by  what  she  is  watching,  she  hears  a  voice  beside  her. 

the  bastard  of  starfall  looks  up  and  up,  to  the  tall  man  beside  her.  he  carelessly  picks  apart  the  player's  performance  and  she  cannot  help  but  to  snicker  slightly.  “was  that  really  not  far?”  she  had  no  idea  what  made  a  good  throw,  clearly.  “it's  certainly  further  than  i  ever  could.”

[oflcgends]

[  maddison jaizani.    sand a.    twenty-eight.    cis woman.    she / her.  ]  the  king  welcomes  allyria sand  of  house  dayne  of  starfall  !  all  of  court  has  heard  that  they  are  charming  and  independent,  but  whispers  claim  that  they  are  also  cunning  and  judgmental  when  no  one  is  looking  …  how  much  of  that  is  true,  we  will  soon  find  out.  asking  around,  we  are  told  that  they  remind  people  of  hands  stained  red  with  dyes  made  of  flora  and  berries,  the  scent  of  various  powders  and  perfumes,  trinkets  scattered  across  one's  windsill  ─  that  should  give  the  bards  something  to  sing  about  !  unbeknown  by  most,  to  rise  above  her  station  is  the  real  reason  why  they  answered  the  call  of  the  king,  but  with  so  many  rumors  flying  around,  who  is  to  say  what  the  truth  is  ?

i.  stats

name:  allyria sand.    alternatively:  n/a.    nickname(s):  lyria ( by family ).    age:  twenty-eight.    date  of  birth:  first day of the 8th moon, 152 a.c.    place  of  birth:  starfall, dorne.    gender:  cis woman.    pronouns:  she / her.    sexual  orientation:  bisexual.    religion:  faith of the seven, not especially devout.    title:  none.    languages:  the common tongue, fluent. rhoynish, somewhat fluent.    affiliation:  house dayne, dorne.

faceclaim:  maddison jaizani.    hair  color:  dark brown.    hair  style:  typically wears her hair loose and wavy, it reaches the very end of her back. will sometimes wear it braided back when doing things like horseback riding.    eye  color:  hazel.    height:  five foot, seven inches.    body  modifications:  pierced ears.    clothing  style:  dresses in typical dornish fashion with looser and more flowy gowns. doesn't particularly enjoy northern attire that feels more suffocating to her. loves purples, reds and oranges.    distinguishing  characteristics:  doe eyes, full lips.    signature  scent:  nectarines and vanilla.

character  alignment:  true neutral.    positive  traits:  charming, ambitious, independent.    negative  traits:  cunning, judgmental, manipulative.

disorders:  n/a.    allergies:  n/a.    sleeping  habits:  light sleeper, wakes up often throughout the night.    eating  habits:  not especially picky.    sociability:  very social, loves talking to people.    addictions:  n/a.    alcohol  use:  moderate, prefers dornish red above all.    drug  use:  none.

likes:  horse back riding, sunbathing, socializing, dress - making.    dislikes:  rude people, sitting still, those who are close minded.    fears:  never becoming better.    habits:  rubbing the dyes off her hands and onto her dresses, always preening.    weapon  of  choice:  an ornate dagger.    weather:  sunny, clear skies.    color:  purple.    beverage:  dornish red.    food:  shellfish.    animal:  cats.    season:  summer.

ii. background

allyria was the firstborn to lady acrasia dayne, the future sword of the morning and ruling lady of starfall. lucky for the lady, her birth was no great feat. allyria had come easy, within a few hours of the lady going into labor. she was born crying loudly and healthy.

of course, a healthy birth and a happy household would not change her status as a bastard, though. sure, bastards are more accepted in dorne than anywhere else in westeros, but there was always some small semblance of shame that lived within allyria.

perhaps that is why she tried her hardest to excel in all the ways she could, showing her mother and all those that were watching that she could be a lady, even without the title.

sitting for her studies was always hard for her, as she struggled with paying attention at times. still, she did her best to learn what she could about what it mean to be a daughter of starfall.

as she grew older, she also found a love of making clothing. not only could she sew garments well, but she knew how to dye them herself as well using mixtures of different berries and various flowers that grew in the area.

this knowledge would then lend itself to her interest in cosmetics as well. once again, she would use her knowledge of different plants to turn them into various beauty products, some to enhance her features and others used to preserve one's looks in the face of aging.

she also has a way with words, being quite the social butterfly. she knows exactly how to get one someone's good side and get them to like her, even if they come from vastly different backgrounds.

she has a talent for fooling many a people into believing she is indeed a lady in her title, and many are shocked upon finding out that she is actually a bastard.

has a great love for her homeland, but also a desire to see what the rest of westeros has to offer.

[shcerbatskaya]

“There’s loads I’ll need explained, but let’s just be alive for a while”
  Penance and Amalia in The Nevers S01E02: Exposure

[oflcgends]

@parthenopaed

[beautifulsnares]

"That is certainly a word to use to describe the statue." It was taking much to hold back her words. She clearly did not know the other well enough to say what she truly thought of it. How the statue was anything but marvelous. How it felt as if it was almost an insult from the Crown and his people. But she held back for the sake of her husband. For he had asked her to play nice and for him, she would.

"The procession was quite a spectacle to say the least. Something most northerners are not used to but it was a way to pay respect to someone aa respectable as Cregan Stark." Rosalyn answered as diplomatically as she could. "Has the North been treating you well?"

[oflcgends]

it  isn't  hard  to  tell  that  the  lady  beside  her  is  not  pleased  –  not  only  with  the  statue,  but  with  daenys'  choice  of  words.  she  isn't  stupid,  after  all.  still,  if  this  one  wants  to  play  nice,  then  she  will  as  well.  daenys  had  always  been  good  at  that,  after  all.  she  looks  over,  smiling  gently  at  the  lady  of  winterfell. 

“it  has,”  she  lies.  the  bitter  cold  and  the  the  frigidness  of  its  people  had  been  far  from  welcoming,  but  what  was  the  point  in  saying  that?  it  would  only  sour  the  conversation.  “i  quite  appreciate  the  hospitality…  i  do  hope  we  have  not  caused  too  much  of  a  disturbance  in  coming  here,  lady  stark.”

[cursebounds]

the  procession  has  concluded,  and  DAERA  TARGARYEN  drifts  away  from  the  statue  of  the  old  wolf.  the  cold  bites  at  her  open  skin,  and  she  surrenders  to  its  force,  wrapping  the  cloak  tighter  around  her  as  she  slips  into  a  path  between  buildings.  //  accepting  replies.

the  day  reminds  her  too  much  of  her  father's  death.

it's  all  she's  thought  of  in  the  journey  to  the  north;  it's  all  that  lingered  as  she  followed  after  her  family  and  the  starks.  where  respect  ought  to  be  owed  to  the  old  wolf  in  the  north,  it's  targaryen  flames  that  crowd  her  thoughts.  of  what  she  witnessed  then  while  her  father  exhaled  his  last.  of  what  she  dreamed  within  the  walls  of  the  red  keep  before  the  raven  arrived  of  lord  cregan's  death.

daera  rubs  a  hand  at  her  chest,  lids  fluttering  close.  "who  would  ever  want  something  like  this?"  a  thought  escaping  to  sound,  a  hiss  to  the  quiet;  she  means  it  for  herself,  and  what  has  plagued  her  for  a  lifetime.  but  maybe  it  should  be  directed  toward  the  old  wolf  and  how  the  realm  crowds  his  home.

[oflcgends]

daenys  is  feeling..  lost,  in  all  this.  she  hasn't  been  to  the  north  in  ages  and  it  has  been  very  clear  that  its  people  do  not  welcome  southerners  into  their  mix.  still,  they  forced  their  way  in  anyway  in  the  name  of  ‘honoring’  the  old  wolf.  she  looks  upon  the  statue  for  some  time,  before  noticing  that  her  sister  is  slipping  away  from  the  crowd.  she  watches  her  for  a  few  moments  before  doing  the  same.

she  reaches  out,  grasping  her  by  the  shoulder  gently.  “daera!”  she  calls  out  to  her.  “are  you  alright?”  she  asks,  her  brow  furrowed,  having  not  caught  what  she  said  under  her  breath.

[rihtuals]

for weeks, coryanne had been forced to share a part of her space with cregan stark ─ or rather, the ghost of the man, etched in sketches for the approval of the king as it was targaryen coin that had erected the rather large likeness of the old man of the north in the middle of wintertown. ( her nose twitched in the cold. wintertown. did the northerners have no creativity at all ? ) rhaegar had been transfixed by the statue which was the only reason why she had even lingered back for so long, allowing the boy to coo over the marble before the nursemaid took him inside as she came to stand beside her goodsister, a dark brow raised. ❝ the northerners hated it. ❞ coryanne knew bitterness when it was forced down the throat. she had swallowed her fair share of hatred and injustice upon marriage, and still did whenever one of the stormlords or reachermen whispered derogatory things behind her back. it did not bother her, if the words were solely about her, but after the boys had been born, the attacks had landed on them as well, which was a pain that no one seemed to understand. ❝ do not tell your brother i said as much ... this is not enough for them to forget the silence from the crown over the past five years, but i do not know what else they expected us to do. ❞ open the borders and willingly allow illness to spread further ? she shook her head slightly. ❝ come, sister ... let us start our own procession back into warmth and you can tell me about the children. ❞

[oflcgends]

the  princess  is  seemingly  transfixed  by  the  statue,  wondering  what  kind  of  man  he  truly  was.  he  had  done  much  and  more  to  aid  the  realm  in  its  time  of  need,  specifically  aiding  her  own  father  when  he  was  young  and  in  the  throes  of  grief.  and  yet,  despite  all  he  had  done,  the  crown  had  seemingly  abandoned  him  and  his  people  in  the  wake  of  an  illness  that  struck  hard  here.  daenys  knows  it  was  wrong,  but  she  stands  by  her  brother  and  his  choices  regardless.

besides,  what  could  they  really  have  done?  would  the  crown's  interference  truly  have  made  a  difference?  she  is  not  so  sure.

daenys  is  pulled  from  her  thoughts  by  a  familiar  voice  at  her  side  and  turns  her  head  to  face  her.  coryanne.  her  goodsister,  the  mother  of  her  nephews.  “i  know…”  she  sighs.  can  anyone  really  blame  them?

“it  will  stay  between  us  then.”  she  smiles  gently  and  nods  her  head.  “i  suppose  they  hoped  for  some  kind  of  miracle,  one  not  even  we  could  not  provide.”

daenys  moves  closer  to  her,  offering  out  her  arm  for  the  two  to  link  them  together.  as  they  make  their  way  inside,  she  smiles  at  the  thought  of  her  children.  “yes,  well,  little  nymor  had  been  counting  down  the  days  until  he  could  see  his  cousins  again.  he  loves  them  dearly,  you  know.  and  rhaena..  she's  still  coming  into  her  own,  but  i  know  she  will  be  happy  to  see  them  as  well.  and  you,  how  do  you  fare,  my  dear?”