wine and glory

❝ see, we were never about butterflies. we’ve always been about burning stars. all about us is unearthly and radiant. ❞

[rcdwynes]

“notanactualfish·:

( @rcdwynes ) Edmure’s group, comprised of himself and the select bannermen he never seemed to travel without, had arrived later than expected. They had arrived late last evening, and slept through most of the day, but he awoke and knew he should go find her, after first reuniting with his sister and simultaneously offering condolences to ned and congratulating him. After asking a few select people (he did not know her well enough yet to guess her whereabouts), he finally found her, and approached. Edmure very quickly scrunched his face into one of a mock sorrow. “my lady, we’ve had the worst luck along the way.” slightly fake exasperation as well, but he kept it less dramatic than he would if he were playing at a friend. “We took to Harrenhal to avoid the Freys at the twins, got turned around at High Heart, had to leave Mallister behind entirely somewhere near Moat Cailin.” perhaps he should have just said hello from afar. This was a lady, his betrothed, to be respected. Her time would soon be wasted enough by his god awful, partially true, dramatics. “-fortune had found it’s way to me now, though.”

            It had all been very inconvenient. In the days which preceded Lord Eddard Stark’s demands, Desmera had been in the midst of planning a wedding. Her father had bought her the finest fabrics to design her gown, jewels had been sent for, the menu had been decided, and all of a sudden she was on the road North and no closer to being a Ruling Lady. But as she was met with the sight of her betrothed, a smile took the place of her frown. Her expression was one of indulgence, she listened as he spilled news of his long travels and nodded when he addressed the fact that they were now in one another's company. “I’m afraid that my own travels were far less interesting than your own. But I am pleased that you have arrived safely,” she responded in a polite tone. “It will be nice to be reacquainted with one another, wouldn’t you agree?” There was a wicked glint in her eye, and her words were always suggestive. “Your letters have sustained me in the time that we have been apart.”

[rcdwynes]

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          SHE HAD ANTICIPATED THE COLD THAT WOULD meet her upon stepping foot into the true north . or , rather , she thought she had  prepared for a climate so unlike her own . instead , the princess pulls unceremoniously at various layers of fabric , more suited for fashion than function , attempting to draw them nearer to her frame. her cheeks redden , kissed by the biting cold , and then , realizing that she has amassed an audience to her spectacle , turn a deeper shade of crimson . ❝  i imagine i look rather ridiculous , ❞ a light laugh , as myrcella dips her head in the direction of the other.    ❝  forgive me . i am still growing accustomed to the climate . ❞

          The sparkling emeralds in her eyes drifted over the growing masses of people, who were all filtering into the old stone courtyard with mixed expressions. Many were unhappy to be so far North. Desmera was well-dressed, with many fine furs which kept the chill from her young bones. She refused to flinch as the cold bit into her cheeks, although others were not so fortunate. It appeared that the fair-haired Princess was struggling to tackle the harsh climate. “You are not the only one, your highness,” Desmera responded, clasping her gloved hands atop her deep purple furs. “Delicate things are not well suited to the cold.” 

[rcdwynes]

OOC: Sorry I haven’t been around this past weekend, with it being Easter and the weather being lovely, I’ve been unable to get to my laptop. I’ll be replying to people’s starters this evening, though. 

[anneboleyns]

[lochiels]

“Play a volta.”

requested by anonymous

[rcdwynes]

* JODIE COMER  / CIS-FEMALE  / SHE/HER. is that DESMERA REDWYNE from THE ARBOR? the LADY hasn’t aged a day. i can’t believe they’re TWENTY-ONE years old and already so PRUDENT and JUDGEMENTAL. it seems they’ve sworn their allegiance to house TYRELL. gods have mercy on their soul.

BASIC

name: desmera redwyne nickname(s): desi, mera, des, sour grape ( by her mother only ) house: redwyne marital status: unmarried age: twenty one title: lady desmera of the arbor sexual + romantic orientation: heterosexual occupation / vocation: lady birth place: the arbor

RELATIONS

 allegiance: tyrell spouse: none children: none father: paxter redwyne mother: mina tyrell siblings: horas redwyne, hobber redwyne

INTERNAL

character alignment: chaotic neutral MBTI: ENTJ religion: the faith of the seven virtues: quick witted, charming, intelligent, prudent, diplomatic vices: blunt, judgmental, deceptive, conniving. fears: a caged life. sense of humour: highbrow, can occasionally ridicule. how self-confident are they? exceptionally what are they most proud of? her ability to influence her family and ensure that her voice is heard.

EXTERNAL

hair colour: honey blonde/ red undertones eye color: green height: 5'8 prominent features: large eyes & lips. physical flaws: none physical qualities: glittering jewels, thick furs strewn over slender shoulders, gowns in shades of garnet and rich purple, the scent of sweet plum pastries.

HEADCANONS

↠ desmera is nothing like her mother, there is too much of her grandmother in her. while mina had been every bit a soft rose, her daughter grew thorns. the daughter of paxter redwyne & mina tyrell is a force. on the outside, she is polished, eloquent and charming, but her priorities go far deeper than embroidering bunches of grapes and primping her visage at every eligible bachelor that walks her way.

↠ she’s exceptionally accomplished and has mastered many languages, is a patron to the arts and a lover of poets. desmera is often accepting of change and encourages others to follow suit. despite having several brothers, she ensures that her voice is always heard.

↠ she loathes the capital. everything stinks and it’s far too crowded for her taste. it was once suggested by her mother that she join princess myrcella’s household, but she would not hear of it. she could not imagine anything worse.

↠ her taste is expensive, but that is to be expected when she was spoiled with gifts every time one of her father’s ships docked. she has a taste for candied plums and arbor red. her palette is rich and she loathes bland foods.

↠ ambition is hot in her veins. desmera clings on to every pearl spoken by her grandmother, and uses it to her advantage. while the redwyne’s are wealthy, she wants to be the lady of a great house.

[desmeras-blog]

LADY DESMERA REDWYNE OF THE ARBOR

[anneboleyns]

[culpers]

Get a real life!