Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.

Reyna Nymeros Martell. Twenty-Eight. Ruling princess of Dorne. Widow. Mother.

[reyna-martell]

ashoflemonwood‌:

Reyna was the image of what every Princess should be. As a girl, Ashara had looked up to her. She knew life would be much more simple if she had the refinement and grace of her friend. Yet no matter how she tried, she simply couldn’t quell her wild fire. “Of course!” Ashara answered with a smile. There was nothing more she would like to do. It had been months now since she’d been able to see her friend, and even longer still since they’d been able to find a moment to themselves. “Is there anything in particular you wish to discuss? Or are we just going to catch up?”

“Oh, we could discuss anything you like.” Reyna replied and patted the seat next to her in invitation. It was available, the lady who would occupy it being too busy dancing with her husband, and she did not seem willing to sit down anytime soon. “I actually heard something about a betrothal of yours. Is it true?” It had been years since Reyna was betrothed herself, and how many things had changed since then. She was now a widow with two small children and no plans to remarry. At least for the time being. “I hope you look forward to running your own Keep.”

[reyna-martell]

lvcans‌:

lucan brightened upon seeing reyna, there were few people nowadays who had such an ability to improve his mood but she was thankfully one. “complaining seems to be all i do now, not that one could be blamed.” he turned his back to the bannerman he’d previously addressed, his wife was dancing with a tully and they were looking awfully close, perhaps he should stop paying attention to the whores he always indulges in and more to the woman who was right in front of him. he knew it was wishful thinking, and more than a little hypocritical of him to say considering he couldn’t see himself doing any different once he’d wedded myrcella. “it would have been, and i rode in specifically for this and to accompany my betrothed. alas, after this afternoon with those dothraki mongrels i would much rather drink myself silly and fall into bed.”

It might be seen a strange, a friendship between a Lannister and a Martell, but Reyna cared none for past histories. She knew she shouldn’t judge the current generation because of the crimes of the past ones. And Lucan had never been anything other than a good and reliable friend to her. They had a special and close bond that had withstood many years. “Oh, yes. Your betrothed. I had almost forgotten. You have told me nothing about that betrothed of yours. Do you know her well?” Reyna inquired. “Are you looking forward to the wedding?” It was hard for her to imagine Lucan in the role of a husband. He, like her, liked to give rein to his passions, and not within a wedded union.

[reyna-martell]

ashoflemonwood‌:

It was the Dornish Princess. Ashara grinned from ear to ear and bounced over to wrap her arms around Reyna in a tight hug. Perhaps she should have asked permission first, but Reyna had always been kind to her. They played in the water gardens together. The Princess had often defended her from the cruel taunts of the other noble children. She had never treated her as though she did not belong. “I am enjoying myself, thank you. Are you having fun? Have you danced any yet? I feel as though I haven’t stopped in hours.” She breathed out heavily. “And the food is amazing. I haven’t had anything so delicious since the last time I was at Sunspear.”

Reyna could see how excited Ashara was. She was so energetic and cheerful. It was a good thing that she was enjoying the festivities. Reyna’s younger friend was still unwed and still had not experienced the duties of being a wife and a mother. She was enjoying herself and the social life she was now part of, after having visited places outside of Dorne. “It is a wondeful ball, yes. Our Tyrell hosts have really outdone themselves. They have taken care of the food too.” The princess commented as she returned Ashara’s embrace. “Would you like to stop for a bit and have some conversation with me?” 

[reyna-martell]

( ♛ truth serum ) : if you could back in time only once to change your past, what specific moment would you change?

“My wedding to my late husband. While I love both of my children dearly, I believe they could have had a better father than the one they got. An old, sickly and humourless man. I have no idea what made my father choose him for me. It might be improper to speak ill of the dead, but the man had nothing I could possibly admire.”

[reyna-martell]

( ♛ truth serum ) : do you plan on settling down and marrying anytime soon?

“I cannot plan this as I have received no proposals. I already have my heirs. It is not urgent for me to remarry. If a lord comes forward with an offer, I will consider it.”

[reyna-martell]

( ♛ truth serum ) : wed, bed, behead - vorian dayne, arryk lannister, emeric tyrell

“I suppose I would wed Lord Dayne. I have always enjoyed his company. While I do not think I would bed either the King or Lord Tyrell. Both of them have wives. It leaves them to be beheaded.”

@daynestarfall, @arrryk, @emerictyrell

[reyna-martell]

( ♛ truth serum ) : what do you miss most from your childhood?

“The lack of care. The innocence. Everything was so much easier when I was a child. I did not have to think of ruling Dorne, it was my father’s duty. My only duty was to be a child and enjoy myself. I miss the games in the Water Games, with other children, both high-born and low-born alike.”

[reyna-martell]

azrxcls‌:

Even as the man departed, sharp eyes watched him push his way through the crowd. Making a mental note to ensure the man made it no where near any other unwilling woman for that evening, his gaze dropped to the lady before him. “Go find a familiar face for a while.” The order was direct, but the usual harsh tone he donned had softened slightly.

“Do not think I will not follow through with my threat should he continue his current attitude.” He remarked, gaze moving to look at the woman who had dismissed the drunk only after the younger lady had scrambled off. “You let him off too lightly and such behavior will not be corrected without consequence. I’m not sure how you fancy lords and ladies manage not to rip these lands apart with the number of poor actions I’ve witnessed tonight.”

“He is my concern, not yours.” Reyna said. She did not know who the man standing before her was, but she was certain the Dornish lords were hers to deal with. The only other person who might have a say in the matter would be the King, and that man, dressed in black, was no king. “What do you expect me to do? Take an arm or a leg for this?” The stranger seemed like a foreigner by the way he spoke and the opinions he kept. “He mispoke. I do not doubt he will wake up with regrets in the morning.” Reyna added. “Where do you come from? It is clear you are not from these lands.”

[reyna-martell]

myrcellaclegane‌:

@reyna-martell

     she was not the only one dressed in gold this evening ; myrcella felt overdressed in comparison to some, particularly the lady before her. her dress was sleek and elegant, and it made myrcella look foolish beside her. though perhaps the insecurity was simply imagined, all in her head… ‘ i must commend your dressmaker, my lady, ‘ myrcella said, with a generous smile. there was no true jealousy for the other, a dornish woman by the look of her though she could not be sure. no, myrcella’s jealousy was a rare thing ; she held no resentment to another for simply being more beautiful than she could ever hope.

While observing the ball, the many happy couples that would dance and the endless trays of food that the servants carried, Reyna was approached by a blond woman who had also picked for herself to be dressed in gold. The Dornish princess thought the lady had chosen quite a beautiful dress. “Thank you. Though I do not think yours falls behind, my lady.” Reyna commented, a smile spreading across the corners of her lips. “Are you here by yourself? Or did someone accompany you? Perhaps a husband?”

[reyna-martell]

ashoflemonwood‌:

@reyna-martell

With cheeks a sweet rose color, and sweat beginning to dampen her forehead from dancing, Ashara finally decided to take a break and seek out some sustenance. She’d been surviving most of the night on cakes and wine and the rush was beginning to make her head spin. Either that are all the twirling. One of the banquets tables boasted a long array of fruits. She searched down the way for… Ah there they were. Lemons. A broad smile appeared as she reached for the yellow fruit. The citrus scent filled her with nostalgia, but she still needed to find a knife to cut it with. As she looked down the table for one, she caught eye of a gorgeous golden gown and the unmistakable features of a Dornish woman. “Princess Reyna?”

Several lords had asked her to dance, but through most of the celebrations, she had remained close to her seat. It was not like she wasn’t enjoying the ball, it was simply how crowded the hall was, and how many younger and unwed girls were in attendance. Reyna was no longer as young and innocent as they were, she was a widow with two children. The lords knew that if they wished to propose to her and make her a married woman again, any children of such a union would not inherit a thing. 

A soft voice though distracted her from her thoughts. Looking up in the direction of the sound, Reyna saw a young woman standing before her. The figure fitted Ashara Dalt. Reyna considered the younger woman a friend. “Oh, hello, Ash. Are you enjoying yourself?”

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Memory Meme

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past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. send in a symbol and i’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

❥ - a childhood memory

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✂ - a vivid memory

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✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

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↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

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✓ - a sexual memory

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[reyna-martell]

azrxcls‌:

@reyna-martell​

The last thing he’d expected to be doing that evening was acting as a guard, but when a seemingly drunk man refused to listen to a lady, something had propelled him forward. Stepping to stand just over the mans shoulder, Azriel cocked his head - eyes flickering from the woman to the man. “Tell me, Lady. Do you think drunk men float? I’ve had slaves tell me that their master had once been so intoxicated that he fell from his own ship and away not to be seen again. Do you think - if pushed from the walls of the Keep into the Bay -that he would float?”

She had been standing nearby when she noticed one of her bannermen being rather disrespectful to the lady next to him. The lord was a decent companion when sober, but he had a really bad temper when his belly was full with wine. Reyna saw how another man was trying to resolve the issue on his own. She did not wish for things to escalate or for the party to draw attention, so she made the decision to walk up to them. 

“Is there a problem?” She asked as her gaze fell on the drunk man. “I believe you should go.” Reyna said. The Dornishman let out a grunt, but walked away. Turning her attention to the other man who had interfered earlier, she spoke up. “Are you the guard to this lady? I apologize for the lord’s actions. He’s one of my bannermen, but he cannot hold his wine.”

[reyna-martell]

lvcans‌:

lucan could hardly believe how ridiculous such demonstrative affairs were nowadays, though it hardly helped that it was being hosted by a tyrell, he was in their bones to be as gaudy and extravagant as they could manage. he sat at his allocated table, watching the laughing couples dance and be merry while he pouted in a corner, it wasn’t out of the ordinary nowadays. he’d ridden hard for the capital once he’d heard about the harvest ball and knew he had to make it in time, and the sooner he arrived to the filthy city the sooner he could meet his nephew, his excitement was palpable. he brought his goblet of dornish red to his lips as he surveyed the room again, almost desperate for something to interest him, until he heard the chair next to him scrape against the floor. “are you as sick of this event as i? i regretted accepting the invitation the second i stepped in the doors.”

Reyna was taking a tour around the hall, holding her goblet of wine in one hand. She had been chatting with various guests, though she couldn’t figure out who was who due to the masks. The only ones she knew the identity of, were her ladies and most of her bannermen, who had let her know what they would be wearing, in case she had a request for them during the celebrations. As she walked around, a familiar face caught her attention. She could never mistake that Lannister hair. Walking up to him, Reyna accidentally interrupted the conversation he had started with the person next to him.

“Are you complaining already, Lucan?” The princess of Dorne teased, as she gracefully seated herself on the seat on his other side. She had no idea whose seat that was, but it seemed empty to her at the moment. “It would have been rude for the heir of Casterly Rock to turn down such an invitation.” 

[reyna-martell]

ilerah‌:

@reyna-martell

while ilerah had never been in the seven kingdoms before, she was familiar enough with the geography and history to know that none of the people that surrounded her truly liked each other. at least, not totally, she believed. many ghosts haunted the walls, the corridors, the quarters where the servants scurried about. ilerah wondered what phantoms haunted each one of them, and who was far darker than their neighbor. she wondered who killed, who bled, who had forsaken their beliefs in exchange for false glory. she had suspicions, but her visions stopped short of vague intuition about the airs that people carried, even if they masked them well. she frequently used glamour, and she had a gift for spotting it in others, even if it wasn’t magic like hers. the ring on her finger glowed and ilerah played with a nearby candle flame. the red priestess felt comfort in the fire, it felt familiar. and despite all her wondering, she longed to finish her quest. though she’d never say as much, or dare think of it too much, she wished for eternity to cease. her hand stood over the flame as she didn’t flinch. there was a rumor that dragons couldn’t burn, and ilerah felt a pull to test the legend. though clearly, such things were now extinct, and it puzzled her. perhaps all magic had become extinct in this land. after several moments, ilerah dropped her unburned hand and looked around before speaking ( perhaps to loudly ) at the stranger with dark hair not far off from her. “do these things take such a long time to start?”

Reyna had picked her outfit for the ball and was now only waiting for the celebrations themselves to start. She had tried to conceal her Martell heritage a little bit, since she was told the ball was a masquerade, it was appropriate to not be completely herself. Yet, the Dornish princess still had jewellery on her that hinted at her being Dornish and from House Martell. While her golden dress had been inspired by the bright Dornish sun. She was certain each one of the noble guests would try their best to impress, dress in their most lavish attire. It was a Tyrell ball, appearances mattered.

A voice nearby caught her attention. The words, obviously, being addressed at her. “It depends on who is organizing them.” Reyna replied as she turned to face the stranger. The woman was unfamiliar and her manner of speaking gave away her lack of experience with such events. Maybe the stranger was a foreigner? “I assume they’re just trying to build up the suspense, so we could all be in awe when the celebrations finally begin.”

[reyna-martell]

brambledstag‌:

*   I.   /   REYNA MARTELL

          DESPITE THE GROWING MASS OF COVERED FACES, she feels as though the people gracing the walls of her childhood home have never been so honest. Comfort comes from wearing a mask, almost as though they can remove the one which they wear daily and slip through the crowd with temporary anonymity. Victaria cares very little for wearing a mask since she feels no great need to shy away from the attention of others. On more than one occasion, she has considered removing the gilded material completely, but that would cause too many frowns for her liking.

Observing the crowd, Victaria feels almost certain that she has recognised a familiar figure. With a graceful rush of her petite figure, she hastens to greet the princess. “ Reyna, ” she calls out gently, the titles between two friends long forgotten. Her slender arm stretches out to curl into the other woman’s, while a genuine smile washes over her rosebud lips. “ I am so pleased that you are here! ”

Reyna found the whole idea of a masquerade ball exciting. It was such a cheerful and happy event, after everything what had transpired in the capital. She had been temped to pick a dress in classic Martell colours, but her ladies had convinced her to go in another direction, citing how the whole point of the masquarade would get lost. You were not supposed to arrive as yourself. Instead, the ruling princess of Dorne settled on a dress with golden features and made sure the rest of the details complemented it. The only hint of a Martell and Dornish blood being the golden sun earrings and the snake ring and bracelet.

After a greeting a couple of lords and ladies, the sound of a familiar voice caught her attention. While the face of the lady was hidden behind a mask, Reyna could not mistake who the voice belonged to. It was her dear old friend - Lady Victaria Baratheon. “I could not refuse. I am supposed to represent House Martell. I fear your blooded relatives would have taken my absence as an insult.” She japed as she took Victaria’s hand in hers and gently squeezed it. “Did you arrive in the company of your lord husband?”

[reyna-martell]

IRON FORGED TASK: : 004

‘MASQUERADE ATTIRE’

Theme of her outfit: golden and bright like the sun; elements that hint to her house/Dornish blood - the sun earrings and the snake ring and bracelet. The flower-themed mask and headband is in tribute to the Tyrell hosts.